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“You take this one, gentlemen. We’ll catch another one.”
    Natalie was going to tell him that wasn’t necessary. In fact, she might have enjoyed making the old codgers squirm a little bit on the ride back up. But the idea that maybe there was a little voyeur down deep inside her, after all, surprised her so much, she missed her chance.
    Jake pushed the button on the opposite wall, got them into that elevator and gently backed her to one side. “You stand here.” He moved away, pushed for their floor and stood against the opposite wall. At her questioning look, he grinned and said, “Just ensuring we make it to the room this time.”
    She laughed, but as the elevator jolted upward, their smiles slowly faded. They stood on opposite sides of the small car, gazes fixed on each other.
    Natalie felt her entire body come alive as he very deliberately let his gaze roam over her. When he met her eyes once again, she found herself slowly, shockingly, running her tongue over her lips. When she saw his throat visibly work, she grew bold enough to slowly allow her own gaze to travel over his wide shoulders, deep chest, narrower waist, down his long legs…and back up again. Stopping very deliberately for one extended moment at the juncture between them. Then she gazed directly at his eyes. And licked her lips again.
    This time he was ready. His grin was slow, his eyes hot…and demanding. His hands had been pressed to the wall behind him, but now they slid over his thighs…and rested on the zipper of his pants.
    Her eyes widened at the very primal, direct gesture, and her knees went a bit weak. She’d never thought about watching a man stroke himself. Ever. It simply wasn’t part of her sexual experience. But damn if she didn’t want to add it in. Right now.
    She looked to his eyes and saw a taunting there. Was he daring her? Did he want her to ask him?
    She looked back to his hands, but they just stayed there, resting over the bulge she knew very well was behind them.
    The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Her breath came out in one long sigh. But there was more frustration in it than relief.
    He reached for her hand, she lifted hers to his. She was half wondering if he was going to direct it to his fly, but he folded his fingers between hers and pulled her out of the elevator into the hallway. He checked his room key, then the signs, and headed down the hall with her in tow.
    She liked his long-legged stride, liked the way he kept looking down at her with such heat in his eyes.
    Suddenly he tugged her against him and ducked into the little vending machine alcove.
    â€œYou’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against her mouth just before taking it again.
    Natalie thrilled to the way he simply took her. But while his kiss was demanding, it was also generous. He gave…aggressively.
    When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily. “I could climb right out of my skin, I want you so badly.”
    The rush of pleasure his roughly spoken words sent through her was so intense, it was all she could do to nod in agreement.
    He wrapped her against him, then finally swore and left the alcove. “I’m going to embarrass myself completely if I don’t get you in that room right now.”
    Natalie decided right then that groping and tearing had its moments, too. She was itching to pull off every stitch he had on.
    He fumbled the key card into the slot, repeating the motion three times before they finally got the door open.
    Natalie didn’t even pay attention to the lovely little room or the original antique furnishings. In fact, if he hadn’t been as hot to get to her as she was to get to him, she’d have been appalled at her greedy behavior.
    He slid off his jacket, yanking the bag from the drugstore out of the pocket and tossing it on the bed before tossing the jacket in the general vicinity of the closet. But just when Natalie