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interested.’
    She gyrated against him, making his cock jerk in response. Jake bit off a groan, opened the door to room 22 and deposited Zoe on the paved walkway outside. It took a little effort to unhook her feet from around his hips, but he managed it.
    He backed quickly into the room and closed the door. Snatching up a fresh towel from the end of the bed, he wrapped it around his waist before gathering up Zoe’s belongings and opening the door again.
    She still stood there, mouth open as she stared at the door. He thrust the collection of bits and pieces into her arms and edged backwards towards the entrance.
    ‘You’re rejecting my offer?’ Her face flushed red, but she still managed to flick him a flirty grin. ‘You turn me on and then leave me like this? Baby, you have no idea what you’re missing.’
    ‘Oh, I suspect I do.’
    He grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her close. Close enough to flatten her breasts against his chest. Close enough that if he bent his legs a little, his cock would nestle nicely between her thighs. Action followed thought and he aligned himself with her body. Oh yeah .
    Determined to let her know he was the one in control here, he caught her lips in a punishing kiss. Then, as she opened to him and allowed him entrance, the kiss softened and he moulded his mouth to hers.
    He shuddered as the taste of her broadsided him. Damp warmth that burst into a simmering heat that jolted his system. The faint tease of chocolate as she slid her tongue along his. And the spicy aftertaste of cinnamon on her breath when she exhaled. God help him, he could drown in the flavour of her.
    A burst of pure excitement fizzed through his veins. He sent his tongue questing, darting forwards to tease, to tantalise. Twining with hers in an erotic dance for supremacy.
    When he withdrew, she followed. He drew her in, groaning as she flicked the tip of her tongue against his, advancing and retreating until he thought he’d go mad.
    His cock hardened to painful proportions, twitching against the damp crotch of her shorts. He angled his hips, grinding against her. The friction of the towel against his erection drove him almost to bursting point. The breath strangled in his chest and he knew if he didn’t end this right now, he’d change his mind and drag Zoe back into the bedroom.
    Her lips clung, but he broke the connection and stepped back from her. His legs had a decided tendency to wobble and he found himself hanging onto the doorknob so he wouldn’t collapse in a heap and disgrace himself.
    ‘Goodnight, Zoe.’ His voice was a husky croak as he stepped into his room and closed the door behind him. Maybe with the door between them, he’d be able to resist the temptation that was Zoe Chandler.
    A pounding started on the door behind him. Jake jerked in reaction. He didn’t need to ask who it was, but he yelled out the question anyway. No way was he opening the door.
    ‘Who is it?’
    ‘Who the hell do you think?’
    Um, definitely not a happy camper. ‘What’s the problem, Zoe?’
    She beat on the door once more. ‘Hey, you, that’s my room.’
    ‘Not any more, it’s not,’ he muttered under his breath before raising his voice. ‘You take one of the other rooms. Mum gave you a set of master keys, right?’
    She mumbled something, but he couldn’t hear her properly so he pressed his ear to the timber. ‘Rooms 23 and 24 are made up and ready to go. Take one of those.’
    He heard the sound of things being thrown down the walkway towards the room next to his. Then Zoe stomped after them, dragging something behind her. He waited until he heard the bang of the door to room 23 as Zoe unlocked it and thrust it open. Only then did he open his door and stick his head out.
    ‘Hey, Zoe, I forgot to tell you something.’
    ‘What,’ she growled.
    ‘That’s the haunted room, so better watch out for the ghost.’
    ‘You owe me, Lord, you owe me big time.’ She disappeared inside and slammed the door