Page 6 of Protected By West
The doors to the elevator slid open and they broke apart.
West looked down into her face, managing to focus through the roar of blood coursing in his ears. His lungs were starving for air and all he wanted to do was kiss her again.
To lose himself in this woman.
She smiled at him, her face flushed with color. "Wow. That was..."
He grinned. "Yeah. It was-"
West was interrupted when the pocket doors of the elevator started to close.
He reluctantly removed his hand from her and stretched out his arm to keep the doors from closing.
"Tracy, I-"
"As much as I'd love to invite you back to my room, Weston, I don't think that's a good idea."
He didn't know what to say to that, but she wasn't finished.
"I'm afraid I'm getting way too... swept up in," she gestured between the two of them with a hand, "this. And that kiss-"
"Kisses," he felt the need to point that out.
She smiled at him and he felt a deep ache in the center of his chest.
"Kisses," she agreed, "were pretty... amazing."
Weston smiled, finding no reason to argue with the truth there.
"But this seems," she looked at him and he could see the hesitation in her eyes, "really fast and I'm... I'm not someone who dates... a lot... or at all. I'm busy with my job and you're..."
"Busy with my job, too." He couldn't help but feel the weight of his own words.
By her own words, she didn't date. And really, he didn't either.
At least successfully.
Then again, he'd never met someone who made him want to try.
"And I've got to get up early for the conference."
The heat that had been between them was cooling, but the attraction?
There was nothing dimming that.
The elevator dinged and he felt one side of his mouth quirk up in a smile. "Okay, Tracy Fagan. I'm going to take the hint... for now."
She lifted a brow at that, but she smiled a little, too. "All right, Weston Cooper. I'll... I'll see you tomorrow?"
They both chuckled a little when her last few words were a little thinner and higher than the others.
West lifted his free hand and trailed the backs of his fingers along her cheek until he felt the silken touch of her hair against his fingertips. "Get some sleep, Tracy. I'll... see you in the morning."
She took a couple of steps, stopping just outside the elevator, standing on the solid red section of carpet just shy of the floral pattern that went both ways down the long hallway. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He didn't have to look down at his watch to know that it was well past midnight. "It's already morning. I'll see you in a few hours." He took a step back and winked just before the doors closed.
CHAPTER 2
