Several suspended seconds stretched between them. Eventually, he tore his gaze from hers and stepped back. Taking her in from head to toe.
His jaw clenched briefly. He said, “You’re more than sensational.”
Then he closed the gap between them again and claimed her mouth.
A smoldering kiss that went on and on.
Her breasts were pressed to his chest, and his skin against hers felt insanely good. His kiss felt insanely good.
His hands slipped around to her backside, and he palmed her ass cheeks. Lifted her. She automatically wrapped her legs around his hips. Held on tight.
His cock rubbed along her bare folds. He still wore pants, but she could feel him acutely.
She gripped one of his impossibly broad shoulders with one hand. Returned the other to his thick locks. He kissed her senseless. As though he honestly didn’t care this time if he lost control.
Staci realized this was the kind of passion she’d been saving up for—the reason she’d not settled for anything less over the years. She’d trusted herself all this time to know when the connection she made with a man was right; to know when she’d found the one who’d spark all-consuming lust.
From the moment this particular man had spoken to her in the hallway, she’d been drawn to him in that innate way she’d been waiting for. She’d turned at the sound of his voice and all the air had rushed from her lungs. Something she’d never experienced before.
He ripped his mouth from her now and muttered, “Condom. Goddamn it. I’ve got to have one here somewhere.”
Her heart sank. “Shit. Please tell me you have a condom.” It’d been the furthest thing from her mind. And she didn’t have any in her suite. She’d conscientiously packed lingerie, sure, but that was because she favored it over any other sleepwear. Going as long as she had without sex, it hadn’t even occurred to her to pick up a box of condoms. She hadn’t been planning for an impromptu romp, after all.
Easily balancing her in their current position, Evan moved away from the door and turned, walking them over to the credenza and setting her on top of it. Her legs were still twined around him as he reached toward his laptop bag and rummaged inside. Like, really rummaged. Tore through it, to be exact.
“Goddamn,” he repeated with sufficient sexually frustrated angst.
“Maybe a bag in your bathroom?” she suggested. All eager beaver–like.
“Yes. Right. Toiletries.”
He pried her legs apart with his hands. She wasn’t the least bit interested in giving up her hold on him.
He said, “Two seconds. Hold every thought.”
“I’m just letting them run rampant through my mind.” She winked.
“Fuck. Fuck!” He rushed from the room.
Staci covered her mouth with her hand to conceal the smile. He wanted her. Bad.
He was back in a flash, holding up a foil packet. “Only one.”
She dragged her hand away. “Something tells me you’re going to make it count.”
“Hell, yes.”
Exhilaration radiated deep in her core. Spread outward.
“Hold this,” he demanded.
She took the small package from him.
He dropped his pants.
Staci gaped.
His grin was a slightly arrogant one. Well warranted, that was for sure.