“You just made a spectacle. Just because we didn’t get a room doesn’t mean Bertie won’t spread the news all over town that we went into the hotel together.”
“You know what, Marj? I don’t give a flying fuck what Bertie and the whole town think. I really don’t.”
“Oh, yeah? Do you give a flying fuck what my brothers think?”
My mouth dropped open.
“Because they’ll hear about this, and they’ll want an explanation.”
I’d been so worked up, so filled with passion and desire, that I hadn’t thought about what the Steel brothers would think. Or do. I was a big, strong guy. Maybe I could take one Steel brother. Three? Not in a million years.
“You always say you’re an adult and that it’s none of your brothers’ business what you do.”
There. That should take care of her.
“I am. And it isn’t.” She huffed. “You know exactly what I mean, Bryce.”
I didn’t answer. Her lips were red from my attempt to kiss her before, and the warm flush crept up her chest. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking adorably angry
and indignant.
My dick strained against my jeans. Nothing mattered except having her again.
One more time.
Just once more, and then I’d be able to leave her alone.
But I knew better.
I’d never get enough of this woman. No woman had ever excited me the way she did, had ever made exquisite love to me the way she did.
No woman ever would.
“Well?” she said. “May I go now?”
Only then did I notice she carried what looked like a business card. I glanced at it.
“Who’s Dominic James?”
She hastily shoved the card into her handbag. “A trainer at the gym.”
“Oh.” That was innocent enough. None of my business anyway. “You hired a trainer?”
“Uh…yeah. Why else would I have his card?”
“Right.”
“See you around, Bryce.” She turned.
Everything in me screamed at me to grab her and never let her go. To take from her what we both desired. To make her mine wholly and completely right here in front of the hotel in Snow Creek.
I used every ounce of willpower to keep my feet glued to the sidewalk. Every fucking ounce.
Every.
Fucking.
Ounce.