Connor scrolled through the list of movies on pay-per-view for the tenth time, not sure what Katie might be in the mood for. 

He'd raided the mini bar as promised, and all the junk food loot was on the coffee table awaiting their impromptu slumber party.  He was just waiting, albeit impatiently, to find out if Katie was going to join him or not.  After her emotionally draining day, he wasn't sure she was going to be up to hanging out, and as much as he'd understand that decision, the thought mostly disappointed him. 

When he heard the door to her bedroom open, a flood of relief coursed through him. "So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked, anxious for her to join him and hoping that she sat on the same sofa as he did instead of the single chair opposite the couch—Jesus, what was he, fourteen?  "We've got our choice between a romantic comedy, action adventure, or a horror flick."

"None of those," she said, her voice soft and husky as she approached from his peripheral vision.  "The only thing I'm in the mood for is . . . you."

Certain that he'd heard Katie wrong, he turned his head to glance at her.  His jaw dropped open in shock as he stared at the stunning, erotic vision standing a few feet away from him, dressed in a sinful red ensemble that screamed fuck me, please.  Unsure as to what was going on—was he being cruelly punked right now?—his entire body went rigid, including his dick, as he desperately tried to clear the lust that was quickly fogging his brain. 

"Maybe this was a really stupid idea," she said in a voice that cracked with a wealth of doubts, right before she turned back around and rushed toward her bedroom in a blur of red material that swirled around her waist and thighs.

Realizing that she believed his hesitation was because he didn't want her, Connor jumped to his feet and reached Katie before she made it halfway across the living room.  He caught her around the waist with a strong arm and hauled her up against his body, her back to his front—and quickly realized what a huge mistake that was. 

She tried to push away his arm one last time, but when it didn't budge, she made a frustrated sound.  "Just let me go, Connor," she said, her voice defeated and so damn vulnerable. "Please."

He wasn't releasing her until he knew she was okay.  "Katie—"

"Don't make this any worse than it already is," she said, cutting him off, her entire body still unyielding against his. "I must have misread your interest, and I don’t think I can handle getting rejected twice in one day."

Aww, hell.  The very last thing he felt for her was disinterest, but he didn't want to take advantage of her or the situation, either.  He released her and turned Katie so that she was facing him, hating the wariness in her gaze. 

"First of all, you didn't misread anything," he told her. "You surprised the fuck out of me, because I didn't expect you to come out of your room looking like a goddamn sex kitten.  And secondly, I'm not rejecting you personally."

Her chin lifted obstinately.  "Just what I'm offering?"

The corner of his mouth quirked at the impudent tone of her voice, and before he could think better of it, he touched one of the soft, blonde strands of hair that fell to the swell of her breasts.  He rubbed the silky texture between his fingers, immediately imagining how it would feel to have his entire
hand wrapped around the length. Tugging.  Pulling.  Her gasping. Moaning.  Begging.

The heady images in his head fueled his growing hunger for her.  "What, exactly, are you offering?" he murmured, knowing he was torturing himself but beyond caring any longer. 

She rolled her eyes at him.  "Isn't it obvious?"

He watched as her tongue dampened her bottom lip, spurring more dirty thoughts to fill his head.  "Tell me," he said, the words a gentle demand.  "Just so it's clear for both of us."

She hesitated for a moment, as if gathering up the nerve, then spoke. "Remember that fantasy I told you about earlier?  The sex-with-a-stranger-in-a-hotel-room fantasy?"

How could he forget something like that?  "Yes."

She exhaled a breath.  "That's all I want.  No last names.  No personal information.  Just a night of hot, mindless sex."

Yeah, that sounded damn good, except he was already coming
to want so much more than that with her. 

BOOKS IN THIS BUNDLE:
Dirty Sexy Saint
Dirty Sexy Inked
Dirty Sexy Cuffed
Dirty Sexy Saint
Big Shot
Faking It
Well Built
Rock Solid
The Boyfriend Experience