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tilted. “I’m not looking for a gentleman tonight.”
    Okay…
The crotch of his trousers strained against his zipper. “In that case, let’s get to my room so I can behave in an appropriately ungentlemanly manner.”
    Orla laughed. Her fingers intertwined with his felt oddly right.
    They reached the elevator and squeezed in with a group of Italian tourists. Her body pressed up against his in the crowded space made his blood hum. His fingers lingered on her shoulders, and he had to restrain himself from touching her more than was publically acceptable. It was a challenge, even for someone as PDA averse as himself.
    “Whew,” said Orla as they stepped out of the lift on the third floor. “That was tight.”
    “Claustrophobic?” he asked with a wink.
    “A little.” She still wore a greenish tinge. “I’m terrified of getting stuck.”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” He let his fingers dance across her shoulders. “Being stuck might have its advantages.”
    “Not with half Italy as an audience.”
    He laughed and guided her down the corridor to his hotel room. She was a head shorter than him, even in those crazy heels. He was looking forward to removing the shoes one by one. He’d bet the wild packaging hid dainty feet.
    They reached his door, and he put the key card into the slot. “Ladies first,” he said when the door clicked open. He pressed the palm of his hand against the small of her back, sensed a prickle of awareness in his chest.
    Orla laughed when she saw the bed. “Some room. I didn’t have you pegged as the four-poster type.”
    “I’m not,” he said. “Perk of the job, I guess.” The room was impressive and way beyond his cop salary. One of the advantages of being a Guard was getting hotel accommodation at a bargain rate. The Sheldon was glad to have law enforcement on the premises, especially on weekends.
    Orla turned and smiled up at him. If her eyes held a hint of mischief, those soft pink lips were tinged with sensual promise. Hopefully, he could persuade her to make good on that promise. If the sultry look she was giving him was an indicator, she would.
    “Come here.” He bent to claim those sexy lips. The kiss was soft, hot, and flavored with promise. She gave a little moan, slipped her arms around his back, and pulled him closer. His tongue found hers. She tasted of gin, peppermint, and something uniquely her own. Seán increased the pressure, intensifying the kiss. His breathing shifted from labored to short, sharp bursts. This felt so good. Too damn good. His hardening erection strained the front of his trousers.
    He ran his hands through her long red hair, marveling at its color as it slipped through his fingers. Against his chest, he could feel her heart beating as wildly as his own. When he nipped her earlobe, she gave a little yelp. “Not good?” he asked, then trailed angel kisses down her neck to the base of her throat.
    “Very good,” she gasped, and her head fell back to allow him easier access to the rapidly beating pulse in her throat. “Bite me again.”
    “With pleasure.” He retraced the route from her throat to her ear, nipped the lobe, and toyed with her loop earrings. She gave a little moan of pleasure before tugging his shirt free from his trousers and smoothing her palms up his bare torso.
    It was his turn to gasp when her fingertips performed an erotic dance across his skin, slowly at first, then gathering pace. She moved her hands upward, toward his nipples. She tugged hard on his nipples, and his groan turned into a growl. “You like?” she asked with a sly smile.
    “Hell, yeah.” He slid his hands beneath her T-shirt, and his heart skipped a beat when he reached her bra. It was of the sports variety, plain and practical, and held her small breasts tight and taut. He toyed with the strap. He’d always had a thing for plain women’s underwear. He had no objection to their lacy counterparts, but the clean lines and simplicity of a sports bra was a major