Raw Deal (Larson Brothers #1)(39)

“What are you doing today?” Mike asked at last, the first time either of them had really spoken since leaving Galveston.

“Shopping, I guess. Rowan wanted to go to the Galleria.”

He nodded and took an exit, getting ever closer to the hotel and goodbye. Her heart was in her throat all of a sudden. “What about you?”

“Home. Maybe more sleep.”

“Oh, definitely. That sounds nice. Maybe she’ll sleep until noon so I can catch a nap.” Though it would be even nicer with you for a pillow.

“I can get you a car for later, if you want.”

“Nah, we’ll Uber. Thank you, though.” And all too soon he pulled up outside her hotel. She sat staring at the entrance, knowing she should open the door and run, but unable to do so. Frozen to her seat, she drew a deep breath and turned her head to find him looking at her. “I don’t want to go in,” she said softly.

In a burst of motion that startled her, he surged across the bench seat to catch her face between his hands, kissing her until her breath burned through her lungs and her already sore, well-f*cked body weakened and pleaded with her to reconsider all of this. To say to hell with reality and live the fantasy just a little while longer, no matter what anyone thought. “Tonight,” he practically growled into her ear just before nipping the lobe with his teeth. “Let me see you again tonight, Savannah.”

Tonight? What about now?

“Okay,” she said stupidly as he sucked a patch on her neck until it stung like her lips did from the pressure of his kisses. His hand rode up her bare thigh to tease sweetly between her legs, at odds with the fire and force everywhere else he touched her. Her muscles jumped, tightening everywhere as she clutched at his head. Her nipples chafed against the ruched bodice of her dress underneath his sweatshirt. “Oh God.”

“Open,” he commanded, and she did, heaven help her, right there at the front entrance where anyone might walk out, but at least they were up fairly high in his truck so they wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing.

What he was doing was working his fingers inside her, finding her wet and ready for more of him. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Savannah let her head roll back on the seat with his devastating come-hither motions robbing her of thought, blinding her, making her ears ring. Shutting the world out. He had that effect on her and something tried to whisper to her pleasure-drunk mind that it wasn’t a good thing. She was beyond hearing any voices of reason, moving her hips with him, seeking the release hovering just out of her reach . . . there, just there, almost . . .

His thumb brushed her clit and she was gone. Writhing, clutching him, sinking her teeth into his muscular shoulder so she wouldn’t cry out. When he’d wrung every last spasm from her spent, shaking body, he gently pulled his hand away and her eyes flew open. It was as if a spell had been lifted, one that turned her into someone she scarcely knew. But damn, did it feel good. Every inch of her had skin broken out in gooseflesh as the heat rushed out of her, and she was glad for the warmth of his hoodie. And of his kiss when at last it wandered back to her lips, sweet and reassuring after that whirlwind orgasm.

“I want to take you out,” he said, stroking her cheek. Lost in the sea of his stormy blue eyes right then, she feared she would never be able to deny him anything he wanted.

“I’d like that.”

“Can you can get away? I don’t want to keep you from Rowan, but . . .” Those fabulous lips teased a line along her jaw. “I do want to keep you.”

Giggling softly, she stroked his hair, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her. Okay, so . . . one more night. Tomorrow she had to leave him. There was no denying that, no stopping it. Might as well go on enjoying herself while she was here, if she could. “I’m here for her, though, okay? If she wants to do something, then I have to go with her. I just doubt she will.”

“Understood.”

But Savannah was already wearing what she’d planned to wear today and would have to wear today what she’d planned to wear tomorrow. What the hell would she wear to dinner? She hadn’t expected any of this, but at least she had a day of shopping to figure it out.

“You feel too good to let go,” he murmured, and she slid her arms around his neck, letting him hold on as long as he wanted because she was right there with him in not wanting to let go. Soaking in everything about him she could: the feel of his stubble against her tender flesh, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the strong throb of his heart. How was she going to get through the day?

The day had begun, though, whether they liked it or not. She climbed cautiously down from Mike’s truck still wearing his hoodie, since he told her to keep it, and stood watching amid the morning bustle until his truck turned a corner and was gone from sight. He’d wanted to walk her to her hotel room door, but she’d thought it too risky in case Rowan was up seeking breakfast. Fat chance given last night, but it would be just her luck to get caught making this walk of shame. She wasn’t quite sure how she might explain returning to her room this morning wearing the same dress she’d worn last night under a sweatshirt that was three sizes too big, but it would be easier than explaining it when the accomplice was at her side.

Ten minutes later, she was snuggled under the covers alone in her blissfully silent room, wearing the oversize T-shirt she’d packed to sleep in but still snuggled with Mike’s hoodie. It smelled like his beach house, like his truck, like him.