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He settled his hand at her waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh, and he felt a full-body shiver move through her.
    “Excited,” she whispered. He dipped his head and kissed her, pulling away just as she was about to sneak her tongue inside his mouth. “Aroused.” Her voice was a little weaker, and he swore she swayed on her feet.
    Those two words triggered something within him. Without thought, he grasped her by the waist and hauled her up, her back pressed against the mirror, her long legs winding around his hips automatically. He thrust his lower body against hers, slow and easy, just as he took her mouth in a heated kiss.
    The elevator stopped, the doors quietly sliding open, and he lifted away from Reagan, glancing over his shoulder to see an older couple standing in front of the elevator doors, their shocked expressions downright amusing.
    The woman found her tongue first. “Aren’t you that actor?” She waved a hand at him.
    He smiled before he turned back to face Reagan once more. “Nope,” he replied reaching out and hitting the button repeatedly until the elevator doors closed.
    Reagan slapped his chest lightly. “You lied.”
    “Come on. I wasn’t about to tell them the truth. Then they would’ve barged into the elevator demanding an autograph.” He settled his hand over her left breast, her nipple pebbling against his palm. “And then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.” He flexed his fingers, slipped them beneath the fabric of her dress and encountered bare, warm flesh.
    Her eyelids fluttered and she parted her lips, a hiss escaping. “That would’ve been…awful.”
    “I know.” He nipped at her jaw, licked down her throat. All the while he continued caressing her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple, plucking the hardening bit of flesh. “Good thing I got rid of them.”
    The elevator stopped at its final destination, the doors sliding open again with a hushed whisper, and he slowly moved away from Reagan. He kept his hands on her waist, steadying her as she unwound her legs from around his hips so she could stand. She brushed her hair away from her shoulder when he let her go and exited the elevator, flashing him an enticing smile from over her shoulder that had him following after her like he was some sort of dumbstruck dog.
    Which he sort of felt like he was.
    Go for it.
    Those three words were an incessant beat thrumming through her body, a reminder that she needed to take this opportunity for what it was and…go for it.
    A chance. One night with Declan Carter, her every fantasy man come to life. She’d admired him for so long, giggling with her friends over how hot he was. Watching his movies alone and pausing the DVD machine when he was shirtless so she could admire his abs.
    Fine, she might’ve even used him as a masturbation aide once or twice in her life. She never thought she’d actually be with him, though. Kiss him. Feel his fingers pinch her nipple and his erection grind against her aching wet center.
    Yeah. That all happened only within the last ten minutes. She couldn’t wait to see what unfolded next.
    Declan chased after her—yes, he was chasing her, unbelievable—in the short hallway that lead to one single door that had a gold plaque beside it reading Penthouse Suite .Stopping short, she slowly turned and watched him approach, his keycard already clasped in his fingers, wearing that sexy closed-lipped smile she remembered seeing him wear in his first movie long, long ago.
    Her knees went weak at the sight of that bone-melting smile because it was aimed directly at her . Not a camera. Not a gorgeous blonde model hanging on his arm. Her.
    “Nice digs,” she murmured as he came up beside her and slid the key into the slot.
    He shot her a look, his gaze dark and direct and full of undisguised arousal. “Only the best.”
    “What about your friends? They didn’t get as fancy a suite? Looks like this is the only room on this floor.”
    He opened the door