This might've been enough, if not for the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Her sweet lips, her tight body, and her inquisitive mind – these were the things that haunted my nights, even as I prowled through the places on my list.
It was just past three in the morning in downtown Indianapolis, and I was returning from one such place when I spotted her in the hotel lobby, sitting with her head buried in a book.
I stopped in my tracks.What the hell?
She looked too sweet and too vulnerable, curled up on the lobby's sofa like she was sitting in the safety of her own living room.
I didn't like it.
The lobby was empty, and the security was a joke.
Shit, she didn't even realize that some guy was ogling her from afar. Okay, so the guy was me, but the point was still valid.
I strode forward and didn't stop until I reached her side. In a quiet voice, I asked, "What are you doing?"
She looked up. "Reading. What are you doing?"
"Forgetme," I said. "You realize you're alone down here?"
"I'm not alone," she said, glancing toward the front desk.
I turned to look. The desk was empty. I looked back to her and said, "You sure about that?"
"Well, maybe they're not therenow," she said. But theywerethere when I came down. And I'm sure they'll be back any minute."
Obviously, she meant the front desk clerk, whoeverthatwas tonight. But it didn't matter. Becka was missing the point.
I asked, "What's wrong with your room?"
"Nothing."
"You realize it's past three, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So don't you think you'd be better off up there?"
She was wearing white cropped pants and a little yellow t-shirt. The shirt wasn't obscene, but it clung to her curves and revealed just enough down the front to make me want to see more.
Still, I kept my gaze where it belonged as I waited for Becka's reply.
Abruptly, she shut her book and stood to face me. "What aboutyou?"
"What about me?" I asked.
"Don't you thinkyou'dbe better off up there, too?" As the words left her mouth, she gave a little wince. "I meanyourroom, of course. Not mine."
And now she was blushing.
It annoyed the piss out of me, because she looked so beautiful doing it. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were full and pink.
The thought of joining her in the hotel room might've made me groan out loud if I were a different kind of guy – meaning the type whohadn'tmade self-control a top priority.
I told her, "Don't worry. I know what you meant."
"Good," she said. "So you get the point."
