Too Distracting (The Lewis Cousins 3)

It seemed like I was hell bent in cock-blocking myself. First, by being a nervous nelly, and then by being a weird psycho who purrs when touched.

I cleared my throat and tried to mask my awkwardness by asking, “How about you, are you okay?”

“Never better,” he replied, and then it happened.

One second I was getting good hand, and then next, I was pressed up against the elevator wall with Dillon’s lips on mine. The purr turned into a moan as I opened for him, utterly swept away by not only the sensations brought on by his kiss, but by the fact that this was what I’d been waiting for … our first kiss.

Not wanting to just be kissed, but be an active participant, I threw my arms around him with enough force to turn the tables and press him against the wall. Dillon didn’t seem to mind my taking over; in fact, one hand came to my ass, while the other held the back of my head, keeping me in place and pressing me closer.

I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, then sifted one hand through his hair as I slanted my mouth to deepen the kiss.

This time, Dillon was the one groaning as I bit his lower lip and rubbed against his hard length.

Bing.

That one, tiny sound had me jumping back, reminding me of our surroundings.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that, seemed to be my theme of the night. My hand flew to my lips, covering their plump redness as if trying to hold his kisses in as long as possible. Dillon watched me with a wolfish grin, then lifted his hand to indicate that we should get out of the elevator.

I took a deep breath, dropped my hand, and tried to muster up some nonchalance as I walked out into the hallway. I paused, so that he could lead me to his room, then stood there like a statue as he walked to the nearest door and inserted his key card.

Dillon opened the door, then turned to me and asked, “Are you coming?”

I chewed my lower lip nervously before a flash of our kiss hit me and I nodded, then rushed past him and into the room.

I stood just inside, looking around without comprehending what I was seeing.

When the door shut with a click, I looked over my shoulder at Dillon and asked, “What’s all this?”

“I called ahead,” he replied, unbuttoning his suit coat and sliding it off his shoulders.

My gaze slid back and my heart began to swell dangerously.

There was a bottle of red wine on the table, with two crystal glasses, and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. The bed had been turned down, the lights were low, and Jazz was playing softly.

It was a total seduction scene.

I turned fully to face Dillon, almost unable to comprehend that he’d set all of this up for me, for us.

Because, although we’d agreed it would only be for the weekend, nothing more than a fling, he cared enough to make me feel special. That meant more to me than anything. I had no idea how to convey this to him, to let him know how wonderful he was.

So, I guessed I’d just have to show, not tell.

19

Dillon

One second Laurel was looking at me, her face filled with awe, then next, she was in my arms. All over me.

I chuckled as she peppered my face with kisses.

My hands were stuck in between us, where I’d been loosening my tie, so I couldn’t do much to participate. Instead, I stood there, trying not to topple over, as she reacted with enthusiasm to the scene in my room.

I honestly hadn’t thought anything of calling concierge and telling them to set us up with wine and snacks, and to turn down the bed. Not to sound like a player, because I wasn’t one, but it was something I would do for any woman I was taking back to my hotel room.

I’d never expected, or received, this reaction before. It was obvious that Laurel hadn’t been with a man who’d treated her to any sort of romance, and that knowledge made me want to do more. To make her see how amazing she was, to treat her with respect, and yes, show her some romance.

My laughter died on my lips when her hands reached my fl