I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s the weather or the change of environment, or maybe it’s being in a hotel that injects me with a shot of pure courage. “We can always share the bed, Bond.” I pull the covers back, unable to meet his eye. “I really don’t mind.”
My stomach roils, waiting for him to openly reject me—telling me I’m crazy, that he’s just offered to give me a ride and nothing more, but the hungry look in his eyes is unmistakable. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Bond, I wouldn’t have suggested it if I thought it would.”
My heart races against my ribs as I wait to see if Bond will take me up on my offer. “It’s fine by me.” His eyes land on my breasts, and I silently thank myself for not bringing my ratty old t-shirt.
Holy shit, this is actually happening. I slip under the covers, unable to believe that the hot stranger in the row behind me is going to be sleeping in my bed with me. Pinch me; I must be dreaming. Before I get too settled in, I check my phone one more time, and I’m glad I did. My screen shows a message from Mick:
STILL PLAYING THE WAITING GAME. CHARLIE JUST HAD HER EPIDURAL, SO IT MAY BE QUITE A WHILE. SORRY YOU’RE STRANDED, BUT THE DOCTOR SAYS THE BABY PROBABLY WON’T COME UNTIL MORNING. YOUR SISTER’S DOING GREAT!
“Oh my god.”I sit up, forgetting about my plan to seduce Mr. Lumberjack Savior.
Bond climbs into bed next to me. “Did you hear from your sister?”
I nod, keeping my eyes on the screen. “She’s doing okay and probably won’t deliver until the morning.”
“That’s great news.” Bond’s low voice reverberates through me.
“Right?” When I finally turn to face him, my jaw nearly hits the floor. He’s shirtless, his corded torso on full display. I’ve never seen abs like that in real life. His taut muscles are enough to take my breath away, and I’m certain that sudden wetness pooling in my panties is already drenching the sheets below me.
All of the confidence I mustered while in the shower dissipates in seconds. What was I thinking? Look at this man and look at me? I’m about twenty pounds overweight, and he looks like he hasn’t skipped back and chest day in about twenty years.
Help.
“I bet you feel better knowing that she’s doing alright.”
“Yeah.” I swallow back the thought of jumping out of bed and taking the sofa. “Do you think we can get an early start tomorrow? If the roads are clear, that is.”
Bond moves closer to me, and I’m too stunned to move. “Lacey, we can do whatever you want.” His eyes drink me in, causing my nipples to stiffen against the soft cotton of my tank top. “And I have a confession to make.”
“Okay,” I say, my words a whisper.
“I find you completely irresistible.”
An uncomfortable laugh escapes my lips. “Me? Are you joking?” I instantly regret my words. Why couldn’t I be that girl who comes up with something quippy and cute, sexy even?
“I’m not joking.” He shifts his body closer to me. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
Let’s see? The most smoking hot man I’ve ever laid eyes on is half-naked and sharing a hotel bed with me. Yes, I’m uncomfortable, but God knows I don’t want him to stop.
“No,” I say, finding my voice. “I think this is what I’ve wanted all along.”
“Good.” As Bond pulls my covers down, a wave of goosebumps washes over me. I’m not sure if I’m shivering because it’s cold or because my body can’t take the anticipation of what’s to come. “Because it’s been hard for me to control myself around you, Lacey.” He climbs on top of me, pressing his rock-hard length up against my pelvis. My core bursts into flames. “But I have to know you want it too.”
I search his handsome face, his jaw clenched. “Bond, I wouldn’t have invited you into my bed if I didn’t want it.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Bond’s full, sexy lips curl into a sly smile. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
CHAPTERSIX
BOND
My lips come crashingdown on hers, and she answers by swiping her tongue against my own. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw her in the airplane.
I can’t keep my hands off the curvy beauty, fondling her breasts over her flimsy little tank top. She moans as I pull down the soft fabric and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches her back, opening herself up to me. The dangerous drive has me pent-up, and all I want to do is take it out on my beautiful Lacey, having the urge to rip the tiny piece of fabric right off of her. But I remember that I’m a gentleman.
Instead, I lift the tank top over her head, freeing her glorious tits. They bob against her ribs, and I can’t resist going in for one more taste of her as I slide my hand into the waistband of her panties, not stopping until I reach her silky center.