Her stomach did a little flip at that. She'd been doing fine on her own in Austin. She had friends. A nice life. And she didn't have to worry about her boyfriend turning possessive and weird and creepy.
But still...
There was no denying that Parker had gotten under her skin--heck, she'd been intrigued by him even back in Los Angeles. And now that she'd been around him so constantly, the thought of not having him in her life left a hole in her heart that she wasn't sure how she would fill.
So, yeah. She wanted him.
And, yeah. He wanted her.
Which begged the question of why she was in this room and he was in the other when the whole point of coming on this trip in the first place was sex. Wild and hot and intense and Parker.
She sat up, the thought blinking in her head like neon.
Parker.
And that was her answer, wasn't it? Because it wasn't just sex that she wanted either. She wasn't looking to get laid, she was craving the man she'd laughed with. The man who'd intrigued her. Who'd turned her on. Who'd valued the work she'd done and the sacrifices she'd made.
The man who wanted her.
So, yeah, she was going to him.
Thankfully, the hotel had stocked her closet with a robe so she didn't have to wrap herself in a sheet like an Egyptian mummy. Instead, she snuggled into the fluffy robe and then padded barefoot into the living area. The lights were off, only a single lamp on by the bar to help guide her way to his door.
And his lights were off, too, if the lack of glow from under the door was any indication.
He was probably asleep. And if he was, she probably shouldn't wake him. Because that meant he wasn't simpatico with her. Wasn't tossing and turning and thinking all sorts of wicked thoughts.
But if he was awake ... if he was just lying there in the dark...
Before she could talk herself out of it, she lunged for the doorknob, turned it, and pushed open the door.
"Megan."
Every muscle in her body relaxed at the sound of his voice, thick with a desire so familiar it seemed to burn through her.
"Did you mean it?" she whispered, standing still in the doorway. "Or was it just a line? To make you seem all honorable and awesome?"
"Not a line," he said, propping himself up in bed, his face and chest illuminated by the thin glow of light that crept in from the living area. "But if you're asking if I want you, then God yes. I'm hard as steel just from thinking about you in the other room, and I swear I was about to lose my mind knowing there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."
She leaned against the door, amused. "I'm pretty sure there was something you could have done about it."
"Maybe," he agreed. "But why fly solo when I can have a copilot." He stood up, the sheet falling away, his hard angles and tight muscles cast in shadows and light.
"Take off your robe," he said.
The words were a command, and she wouldn't dream of disobeying. She let the robe fall back, and she heard his groan of appreciation as he stepped toward her, moving into the light as he did.
She drew in a breath, mesmerized by the way the light and shadows played on his rock-hard erection and the tight, hard muscles of his body.
"Please," she said, not sure what she was asking for, just knowing she wanted it all. Needed it all.
"Christ, you're beautiful." He moved to within inches of her, his scent enveloping her, making her even wetter. Her body was on fire, every cell primed for his touch. And when he reached out and traced his fingertip over the swell of her breast, she arched back and cried aloud.
"So damn responsive. Baby, you're amazing."
"Parker."
"What do you want? Why did you come here, naked in the night?"