Zeke leaned in and kissed her. All thoughts of complications and secrets disappeared behind a haze of want and need. He took his time exploring her mouth with a patience and a thoroughness that made her toes curl and her nipples ache.
From one stolen inhalation to the next, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and pressing his hardness against her stomach.
Tonight, she would live for pleasure. Seek it with a man who’d been pulled out of her most vivid dreams and deepest longings. Her legs tightened around his hips, and she ground her starving center against his thick length.
A hiss escaped his lips. “As much as I would like to have a Tequila Sunrise moment with you in this Jacuzzi,” he murmured between hot, drugging kisses. “I don’t have any protection with me.”
She traced the ridge of his strong jawline with her fingertip, loving the rasp of his stubble against her water-softened skin. “In your room?”
“Yes.” His head turned into her touch. “Will you join me?” He drew her finger into his warm mouth, never taking his eyes off hers while he waited for her answer.
Every muscle in her lower body contracted around his erotic invitation. Wanting, seeking, needing the wicked things he would do to her.
She nodded. “One night.”