Page 106 of Get A Fix

He gasped when I broke the kiss. I stepped back and put my hand on his chest, pinning him against the wall, not letting him move.

“Get under the umbrella before you drown,” he croaked out.

I shook my head, keeping him still, my arm stiff between us.

“If you weren’t you, I would be on my knees right now, but that is not your image, and I will never do anything to put you, your career, or your reputation in jeopardy.”

He looked miserable.

“You’ve worked too hard,” I reminded him as there was a clap of thunder.

Batting my arm away, he lunged at me, wrapping me in his arms and covering me again with the umbrella. “Let’s hurry up and get to the fucking hotel,” he nearly yelled.

“Inn,” I corrected him.

“Inn!” he yelled that time, then kissed me.

It was different from the one I’d given him—not wild, not claiming and ravenous. This one was slow and decadent, savoring my lips, my tongue, the push and pull. When he turned us around, like a dance, and I was pressed up against the wall, his thigh between my legs, his body molded to mine, his hand groping me through my jeans, I couldn’t help pushing into his grip.

When he tore his mouth from mine, we were both panting.

“I couldn’t answer you before,” he confessed between gulps of air. “I’ve wanted others, but this is… You have to keep the fucking bracelet. There needs to be something of mine on you, next to your skin, all the time.”

I nodded.

“All the time!” he roared.

“Yes,” I agreed quickly. “Yes.”

“And that sweater you’re wearing is leaving with me in my suitcase.”

“Okay,” I husked. “If we get it to dry before then.”

“It’ll be dry,” he told me. “It’ll dry before we do.”

I smiled at him.

“And of course my heart is yours. I already told you that, but your eyes and your—” He stopped suddenly, voice gone, shaking his head.

“This is a lot,” I murmured, staring into a pair of very dark, liquid green eyes. “Us. But the hard part is over. We decided to do whatever’s necessary. It’s gonna be great.”

After a moment, he inhaled through his nose and whispered, “I know. I do. I really do.”

I smiled at him.

“Now, can we please get to our goddamn bedroom?”

“Yes,” I agreed, levered off the wall, and ran.

“What the fuck?” he shouted in surprise.

“It’s important to keep you on your toes so you don’t get sick of me,” I called over my shoulder.

“That will never happen!”

He was close to me, which was impressive because I ran at home every day and swam every other, but it was also important to note that the man had a personal trainer and a personal chef, so he was probably in much better shape than I was. His six-pack abdomen said as much. But there was also something to be said for gym muscle versus muscles you kept from chasing after people and then having to defend yourself once you caught up to them.

I was proud of being able to put some distance between us, though I would admit to not being hindered by the non-aerodynamic golf umbrella he was still carrying. Hard to get your arms pumping in sync with your legs when carrying something so unwieldy.