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“Who?” The flirting drunk was the last thing on her mind.
    Laughing he grasped her hand and led her into a semi-vacant hall. Here the music settled to a dull roar, the lighting almost nonexistent. Zach brought her closer, trapping her between the wall and his hard body.
      The heavy, driving rhythm of the bass line pulsed through the plaster and into her back, increasing the throbbing between her legs.  He wrapped a handful of her hair around his fist and tilted her head back.
    “I’ve been waiting on this day for a very long time.” His voice was husky with desire. He trailed a finger along the swell of her breast. “Too long.”
    His lips found hers again, gentler, but still possessive. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this aroused by a single kiss. She rested her palms on his chest when he cradled her face. If this was his idea of foreplay, she was glad she asked him for sex.
    Lightening flickered through her veins and tightened her belly, when he pressed a knee between her legs. Her skirt shifted to accommodate the move. The cool air felt just as exhilarating as the heat pulsating through her limbs. Sparks danced and sizzled along nerve endings as he asserted a little more pressure and she ground against his leg. Oh sweet daisies, he was going to fuck her right here in the hall. Trepidation at being caught warred with her heightened awareness and was a powerful aphrodisiac. He tunneled his fingers through her hair, before his lips grazed her throat. She bit back a moan as his other hand pinched a pebbled nipple.
    She made a little noise in the back of her throat. Why did she wait so long to ask him? She wanted more, needed more. With one last kiss, he leaned away. Staring up at him through half-closed lids, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed breathless.
    “Is that your final answer?” she managed to mutter.
    Releasing her, he stepped away. “I already got a room.”
    She waited a beat. He already had a room? Even better. “Always be prepared?”
    “Especially when a beautiful woman is involved.”
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    By the time they reached the hotel, Trisha was more than ready for a room. She’d settle for a broom closet at this point. Zach had taken every opportunity to stimulate and tease her on the ride over and she was a giant sensitive ball of arousal. If he touched her one more time, she’d spontaneously combust.
    As if sensing her state, he captured her fingers, his thumb caressing the back of her hand as he held her close to his side. She barely stifled a moan. Liquid desire slicked her thighs, and even the brush of her clothing against her skin produced an ache. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
    He faced her once they exited the car and curled a handful of hair around his fist. A gentle tug sent tiny shivers along her scalp and to every cell in her body. If this was punishment for teasing him at the club, she wouldn’t survive a night of pleasure.
    “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
    Not want...now he was just being cruel. He wouldn’t send her home horny and unfulfilled, would he? Trisha squeezed his fingers. “I want to.” Her gaze flicked over his broad muscular shoulders, down to a narrow waist, before resting on the rigid bulge straining against the material of his slacks. Oh the things she could do with his long, hard...
    He swung her into the circle of his arms, lowering his head to claim her lips. The firmness of his kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. Moving closer, she clung to him: she had to, her knees weak with wanting him. One smoldering kiss awakened every nerve ending in her body and intensified the ache pulsing between her legs. As his hand grazed her hip, she was glad she wasn’t wearing any panties.
    From somewhere a cell phone rang and it was enough to remind her that they were standing in the corridor of a very nice hotel. She broke the kiss, her fingers combing through his hair.