Wound Up. Kelli Ireland

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      “Done.”

      Justin did his best to walk to the driver’s side calmly.

      He was pretty sure he failed.

      * * *

      JUSTIN WAS ALREADY backing the car out of the parking space before Grace could buckle her seat belt.

      He sped down the 519, his eyes scanning the buildings as they flashed by. “If you don’t have any objections, I thought the Best Western in Pioneer Square would be nice.”

      “Sounds perfect to me,” she said, voice husky.

      Justin’s grip tightened on the wheel as he sped up. “You’re making me crazy. The voice thing? It’s going to push me over the edge.”

      “Can’t help it,” she murmured.

      He glanced at her quickly. “Seriously?”

      “Happens when I get turned on, I guess.”

      “You guess?”

      “It’s never happened before.”

      “Why now?”

      She laughed. “You seduced me, Justin. From the moment you stood in front of me at the club to the strawberry kiss, you...you... Yeah. You seduced me.”

      His jaw tightened. “I haven’t talked you into anything you don’t want to do, have I?”

      “Considering this is a mutual agreement, there’s been no ‘talking me into’ anything.”

      He stepped on the brakes hard and whipped the car into a narrow space in front of the hotel. “Wait here. I’ll get a room.”

      She reached for her purse. “Do you want me to pitch in half?”

      “Hell, no. Just be here when I get back and we’ll call it even.”

      “Justin?”

      “Yeah?”

      “I’m going to head in and wander around.”

      “Why?”

      Her grin was pure sex. “So you can find me.”

      His mouth went drier than if he’d filled it with Pixy Stix candy. Nodding, he pushed off the car and jogged into the lobby only to end up waiting in line behind a pissy traveler. Nothing about the guy’s requests was possible, and Justin grew more and more agitated as he waited. She walked past him and his gaze locked on her.

      Calm just wasn’t in his repertoire at this point. He had to get this first rush of Grace out of his system. Then he could slow down and enjoy the night. Until then, he was going to burn for the woman who was at this very moment peeling an orange from the breakfast area and waiting on the elevator to go who-knew-where.

      Something about that challenge, to hunt her down, claim her as his prize, made him want to shove the stranger in front of him aside and demand the first available room with a king-size bed.

      When the guy in front of him finally stormed off, Justin stepped up to the counter and pulled his wallet out. “I need a room for two, king bed.”

      The sleepy-eyed clerk didn’t even glance up from the computer. “Smoking or nonsmoking?”

      “Non.”

      “Floor preference.”

      “First available.”

      “Front or rear of the building.”

      “Look,” Justin said, leaning over the counter. “Give me a room with a king-size bed that’s clean and has room-darkening drapes in this zip code and I’m cool. Just get me the key before I rupture a nut, feel me?”

      A lazy smile spread across the guy’s face. “Saw you two come in. She’s hot as hell.”

      “Then have a little sympathy, man. A key.”

      “Cash or credit?”

      “Cash plus a tip if you’ll just give me the damn key,” Justin all but snarled.

      A couple of taps of the keyboard and the clerk produced two key cards.

      Justin paid him in ones and fives, not thinking about it until the guy arched a brow.

      “You pick her up at a strip club?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Cool. Where does she work?”

      “Man, she’s not the stripper. I am.” He scooped up his wallet and glared at the guy. “Good night.”

      “Not as good as yours is gonna be,” the guy muttered, shifting to stare at the computer again.

      Justin didn’t comment, didn’t spare the guy another look. He went straight to the car and parked it near the first exterior entrance. The room number put them on the fourth floor. He’d start on the second floor and sweep every hallway until he found her. And when he did? He was passing Go and collecting his two hundred dollars.

       Immediately.

      * * *

      GRACE WANDERED ALONG the third-floor hallway, slipping into every vending nook and laundry cranny as she waited for Justin. No telling what was taking so long. The thought that he’d changed his mind and bailed on her flitted through her mind before she dismissed it. He wasn’t the type to go back on his word. She knew that much about him.

      A stairwell door closed heavily behind her.

      Strong hands spun her around and yanked her into a hard body before she had a chance to react. “You don’t hide very well, Ms. Cooper.”

      Her breath hitched. “Maybe I wanted to be found, Dr. Maxwell.”

      “Did you now?” he murmured.

      “I bit my lip when you pulled me around.” His mouth was so close to hers their lips brushed, featherlight, as she spoke.

      “I apologize.”

      “Don’t.” Her pulse thundered. “Kiss it and make it better.”

      Tipping her chin up, he closed the distance between them. Their lips slid together like two puzzle pieces clicking into place, solid and secure. Tongues touched, tentative before growing bolder. Hands roamed, slow but desperate. And in no time at all, she was lost to the moment.

      He treated her like a sensual feast, caressing her face, her neck, the upper swells of her breasts. His short breaths skated over her skin. When he slipped a hand under her shirt and found one nipple, she gasped his name and let her head fall against the wall he pinned her to.

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