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long time.
    Turning to the hotel room door, he allowed himself a smile.
Maybe it wasn’t so hard to think of living after all.
    The little light on the lock flashed green as he swiped his
card, and he pushed the door open. But two steps into the hotel room, he
stopped.
    Mia was lying on top of the cream-colored blanket, bare feet
tucked together, knees drawn up tight. Sound asleep.
    He stepped to her side, jammed his hands in his pockets and
looked his fill. Curves, curves, more curves and curls. That was Mia. Her
tanned skin looked even darker against the lightness of the blanket beneath
her. He wasn’t exactly sure what her heritage was, but in the dimness she
looked exotic. The patterned comforter was balled up at the foot of the bed, as
if she’d kicked it there. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her
dark lashes dusted her cheeks.
    He wanted her. And the way she’d looked at him earlier, the
way she’d looked after they’d kissed, he was sure she wanted him too.
    He rounded the bed, pulled off his boots and leather pants,
and lay on his side of the bed, alone. He wasn’t the kind of guy who touched a
sleeping woman. And even though his cock was throbbing with want, he laced his
fingers over his belly and stared at the ceiling.
    Maybe tomorrow he could get to know her better. And maybe
then, they could see where things led.
    Maybe.
    But as she turned and snuggled up against him, he wondered
if he could last that long.

Chapter Four
     
    Mia was riding on the back of Garrett’s bike, the wind
whipping around her head as she clung tightly to him. The bike weaved in and
out of a huge line of cars. Mia looked behind them, and the blue Bugatti was
catching up. Her heart raced and she clung tighter to him. They had to win, just
had to.
    “Go, Garrett,” she yelled, her heart thumping faster with
the excitement of the race. “Come on, baby, let’s go!”
    He revved the engine at her encouragement and they shot
forward, past the crowds of people at the finish line. When they crossed it, a
full second before the Bugatti, Mia screamed with joy.
    The bike swerved to a stop, and Garrett leapt from the back
and gathered Mia in his arms, kissing her passionately. She responded hungrily,
her own tongue searching his open mouth, her hands greedily roaming his
muscles. Her stomach twisted as hunger shot through her, the tender space
between her thighs swelling and throbbing. She ran her hand lower, over the
soft cotton barrier that hid his thick erection.
    She slipped her fingers inside and gripped hot, hard flesh.
    And then her eyes flew open.
    It was almost completely dark, with only a thin beam of
yellow light spilling from the bathroom.
    The hotel bathroom. The hotel she’d entered with
Garrett.
    Whose cock was currently in her hand.
    “Mia,” he rasped, raising his hips a little. “Are you sure?”
    She blinked hard, trying to clear the fog from her brain.
Had he come on to her in her sleep?
    Wait a minute, she was on his side of the bed.
Wrapped around him as if he were a hot dog and she the bun. And he was lying
rigid, both hands fisted at his sides while she basically rubbed up on him as
though he were a stripper pole.
    Well, shit . But now that the lid had popped off that
can, she wasn’t about to stuff the feelings back inside. She was hungry, and it
had been too long since she’d done this. And—she squeezed his thick flesh
gently—he seemed to be eager to continue.
    “I’m sure if you’re sure,” she said, reaching over him to
turn on the light. She bent down, kissing him deep and slow, stroking him at
the same tempo. He groaned and his hips pushed forward again, encouraging her
to deepen the caress. She obliged him, cupping his length in her palm and
moving up and down. His tongue entered her mouth—hot, wet sweeps that made her
purr with want. Her pussy was throbbing hard now, even harder than it had been
in her dream. She rubbed the head of his cock, smiling inwardly at the drop of
wetness