Page 79 of Reckless

“Guess we’d better go change and get ready then.” Gillian surprised Harlow by hugging her. “See you both in a bit.”

Harlow indicated her outfit. “I need to get changed too since they probably look down on people coming in wearing ratty yoga pants and a tank top with a stain on it from the poutine I ate in Montreal,” Harlow said.

Miles shrugged. “That was damned good poutine though. I’ll come back up to the room with you. I need to get ready as well.” Then to Nora he said, “If you change your mind about coming, we’re meeting to leave in an hour and a half down in the parking garage. Otherwise, we’ll bring you back something.”

“How long does it take you to get ready for a lunch?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“A lunch with three hundred of your closest loved ones?”

“That’s a tiny exaggeration,” he told her, trying not to laugh.

“I’m sweaty so I need to shower.”

“Okay. Go on,” he told her as the elevator slowed to a stop at their floor.

“Forty five minutes. Maybe closer to an hour depending on how my hair goes,” she said as they walked down the hall.

“Okay. Then we’d have forty-five minutes to dootherthings.” He opened the door and motioned her to go in first, hanging the do not disturb sign on the handle and using the slide lock.

She turned and in two steps he’d backed her to the wall, holding her there with his body pressed to hers. Her breasts heaved up at the neckline of the top she wore so he leaned down to lick over first the right, then through the crease where they met in the center and then the left.

He groaned at her taste.

“Let me shower first,” she said, breathless and not trying to leave his embrace at all.

“I’m only going to get you dirtier,” he said, nibbling over her collarbone. “I promise to wash your back. It’s a very large shower so we’ll both fit.”

“Yes, it is,” she gasped when he sucked her earlobe between his teeth.

Then he got what she meant.

“You’re very resourceful,” he told her as he pulled her toward the bathroom.

“Multi-tasking!” she said, laughing as she managed to get her shirt off one handed leaving her standing there wearing a sports bra. It was plain. Not created to inflame desire but to hold her tits while she worked out. And yet, even the simple gray fabric made her more beautiful.

He stood there for the longest time, just looking at her, at this unexpected and yet essential part of his world.

“Do I have spinach in my cleavage?” she asked after a bit.

“Just taking a second or three to realize how lucky I am.” He opened the door to the shower stall and turned the water on.

“You’re about to get even luckier.” She snickered. “Sorry, I had to.”

He whipped his shirt off and stepped free of his pants and boxers. “Don’t apologize,” he told her, his hands moving to her hair where he freed it from the ponytail she’d had it in. He dug in to all that dark softness, pulling her close to him so he could slant his mouth over hers and take it for a scalding kiss.

Her taste rocketed through him, filling him with a near frenzy to have her. Her arms were free and he noted—without breaking the kiss—that she shoved out of her leggings and underpants before she planted her palm on his chest to push him back slightly.

He panted, watching as she peeled the bra off and then grinned at him before she took a step into the shower, groaning as the three different showerheads hit her with hot water.

“I’m in here, all wet and pliant,” she called out.

He’d been attempting to gather his patience and control to take it slow but her voice and the blatant suggestion in her tone had him snarling and getting in with her.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

“Iknow it’s a lot to have nearly two dozen of us show up in the middle of your tour. You’re taking it well,” Ben Copeland told her.

“You love Miles and Poppy and wanted to see them. It’s three hours from home. I think it’s nice. They’re certainly happy to see you all. I’m glad I got to meet everyone. Makes me miss my family too.”

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