“Not yet…”
Before I could do anything else he stepped into the doorway, pressing his body — and lips — against mine. His skin was incredibly warm, almost like fire to the touch. Warm and smooth and beautifully unblemished.
“Dakota…” I murmured into his mouth. “I…”
He kissed me harder, with even more heat and intensity. Our tongues touched and then danced, my mind spinning away in a storm of desire as I felt myself melting into his arms.
Holy shit.
He took another step, and now he was in the room. His arms went around me. Alarms flashed in my head. Sirens going off, telling me to stop.
You… you have to stop…
Stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. His lips rolled sexily against mine. His hands found their way into my hair…
Sammara!
It would’ve been so simple to just keep going. So easy to pull him the rest of the way inside… to kick the door closed behind him and—
“Goodnight Dakota,” I said, pushing him backward with the flat of one palm. His pectorals were like two steel plates. He was tremendous. Immovable…
Yet he moved anyway. Dakota stepped back into the hallway like a gentleman, breaking the kiss. Leaving me flustered and discombobulated and totally, totally wet.
“Goodnight beautiful,” he winked. “See you back here in a week.”
He turned and walked down to his room, leaving me staring at the smooth muscles of his lower back. His sweatpants hung tantalizingly low, showing off the very tops of the two globes of his gorgeous ass.
You’re such an idiot! my body screamed at my brain. As the two went to war over what I’d just done — the exquisite pleasure of what I’d just refused — I mustered enough willpower to close the door and slip into bed.
Sleep. I needed sleep. I had a lot to do tomorrow, especially if—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Shit.”
I spat the word more than said it. If he was back for more, it was bad either way. I’d have to be firm with him, maybe even bitchy. And of course there was a part of me that knew I might not be able to resist him this time. Especially if he kissed me that again…
“Hello gorgeous.”
It was Kyle. He stood in the hallway, leaning against the door jamb in virtually an equal state of undress.
Damn!
“Umm… hi.”
“Just wanted to see—
“How I’m making out in my new digs?” I interjected, laughing inwardly at the double entendre.
“Exactly.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And I suppose you also want a goodnight kiss?”
He laughed abruptly. “Dakota was here already, wasn’t he?”
“You catch on fast.”
This time I grabbed him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him hard. It was so good, being held by him again. Feeling the strength of his embrace as his hands slid past my waist to settle over my ass. He squeezed it his palms and I broke away, wagging a finger at him.