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inches away from hers, before he moved closer, pressed his cheek against hers, the stubble rasping against her skin, his breath warm against her ear.
    “Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered.
    She complied, moving without hesitation, unable to deny him anything in this moment.
    When he lifted her, Sloan could hardly believe what was happening, but the sensations bombarding her made it impossible for her to think or try to process anything. She was here, in Adam’s arms. Her body was strung tight, teetering on the edge. A push from Adam, and she’d go overboard, probably beg him to fuck her in the giant bed he’d carried her to.
    He placed her down gently, her arms around his neck keeping them connected, his body, hardness, and warmth against hers, his eyes molten amber.
    Sloan’s breath hitched in her throat when he lowered his face toward her, his lips above hers, close, but not touching.
    “Turn off the light,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers, his breath close enough she could mistake it for her own. She was certain her ears were deceiving her, but there was no lie in the way his body felt against hers.
    Using muscles that she was surprised she still controlled, Sloan reached out and twisted the knob on the beside lamp, and the room was plunged into twilight darkness.
    That darkness only intensified the atmosphere of the room. Adam was close enough she could still see his features, but only barely. The lack of sight only heightened her other senses, she felt everything, the thud of his heart against his chest, his smooth skin under her hands, his heavily muscled body against hers, the masculine scent of him.
    They stayed that way for moments, not nearly long enough for Sloan, but longer than she ever would have hoped for before today.
    And the entire time his lips were only millimeters from hers, his breath against her skin, each exhale sending her higher and higher on a spiral of need.
    “I think that’s good enough,” he said a moment later.
    Good enough? Oh no, it wasn’t. Wouldn’t be until he touched her, until she felt him inside her, pounding into her again and again, relentlessly.
    “What?” Sloan said, her words sounding drunken, slurred to her own ear.
    “We’ve put on a good enough show. If somebody’s watching, they’ll think we’re occupied,” Adam said.
    Weren’t they occupied? Sloan almost asked the question, but sudden realization hit her.
    “Oh,” Sloan said.
    Somehow she’d forgotten how close they were, but she realized then she had held him tight with both her arms and had somewhere along the way hooked her legs around his waist.
    She dropped them quickly, and then looked in the vicinity of his face but didn’t dare meet his eyes.
    “Umm…so…”
    “I’m going to do a little recon,” he said.
    “Okay,” Sloan replied, hating to hear the disappointment in her voice but unable to keep it out, not when she trembled inside, not when her pussy clenched, seeking something, somebody—Adam—to fill it. That wasn’t going to happen, and Sloan struggled to get her body to accept what her mind already had.
    Adam pulled away, taking his warmth with him, and she shivered involuntarily.
    “Stay here, and try to lay low,” Adam said.
    Sloan nodded, but didn’t look at Adam as he went to the corner of the room. When he returned, she sat up and looked toward him where he stood in black pants and a tight black T-shirt.
    “I’ll be back in a couple hours tops, well before dinner,” he said.
    Sloan nodded again, still not meeting his eye, and then a moment later, he walked toward the balcony and out onto the patio.
    In the next blink he was gone, leaving Sloan alone with her embarrassment and a body that still yearned for Adam’s touch.

5
    H e probably shouldn’t have cut and run like that, but the alternative was not really an alternative.
    The shuttle ride had been excruciating, far more than the plane ride. On the shuttle, they’d been in much closer