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wasn’t a fool, nor a pompous ass. Sure, he’d imagined her in various positions, crying out his name. His fantasies were blurry, the details not ironed out. But he hadn’t expected her to taste so incredibly good. He wasn’t prepared for her to be as aggressive in kissing him, as if she’d waited for this moment all day.
    When he encouraged her to lean back and submit to him, soft strands of silky hair tickled his arms. Her slender body tucked against his. The way she molded against him and returned the kiss stole every thought from his brain. He’d never considered himself a master of seduction and doubted it was his skills that turned her into such a willing and eager partner. But they kissed as if they’d done it a million times, with none of the awkwardness or hesitation that so often accompanied that first kiss.
    Marc moved his mouth to her cheek and then began a trail down her neck. He gripped her waist, feeling her round, perky breasts pressing against his chest. If he didn’t get control of himself, he’d push his hands up her shirt and cup those soft, full mounds of flesh.
    It took more strength than he thought he had at the moment, but Marc straightened. He was rewarded by a beautiful flush in London’s cheeks and slightly swollen, parted lips. Her tongue darted over them at the same time she fluttered her lashes and slowly looked up at him. London wasn’t short, but she wasn’t the tallest woman he’d been with, either. It didn’t seem to bother her when she tilted her head and focused on him. He saw quiet confidence and extreme satisfaction. London didn’t do what she didn’t want to do, and he had a feeling she had few regrets.
    “I’m going to head home now,” she whispered, and cleared her voice.
    “You’re driving home in this shit?”
    London stepped out of his arms and tugged at her sweatshirt. Her nipples were hard underneath. “I’ve done it many times.” She offered him a small laugh. “You get accustomed to driving in snow when you live here.”
    “How far is your home from here?” He knew Aspen was a good twenty-minute drive. He’d done it earlier today, and that was when it wasn’t snowing or dark.
    London picked the plate off the coffee table and walked away from him. He caught up with her at the elevator. “Come to my room. You call the shots,” he promised. “But it’s not safe to drive home in this weather. I don’t care how many times you’ve done it.”
    London shook her head. “There is no way I’m staying the night here. I work here, remember?”
    “I can be very sneaky,” he offered, grinning.
    She grinned, too, and shoved her thick, smooth black hair behind her shoulder. “I’m not sure that is saying good things about you.”
    The elevator doors opened with a ding and an older couple stepped out, nodding and smiling at both of them. Marc stood to the side and placed his hand on London’s shoulder when he escorted her into the elevator after the couple walked around the corner.
    “That isn’t what I meant,” he said. “I didn’t mean for it to sound bad.”
    “Yeah, it did. Images of you climbing out of married women’s bedroom windows came to mind.” She was relaxed, a natural, when the conversation was light and easy.
    “I meant I wouldn’t do anything to compromise your job here. I’m not a coldhearted bastard.”
    “I’m sure you aren’t.” London reached forward and pushed the button for the main floor. “I risked coming up here with you.”
    “You would have gotten in trouble for sitting and eating with me?”
    “No,” she said slowly. “But if anyone saw me coming or going from your room I would never live it down. It’s not something I plan on ever making a habit of doing.”
    “Good.” He knew the rule. Three strikes and he was out. Marc wouldn’t push his luck and finished riding down with her in silence. At least he knew she didn’t make a habit of sleeping with any guest who appealed to her. For some reason, that