Page 30 of A Million Times, Yes

My nose went to her neck, and I dragged the tip all the way to her ear. I felt her draw a breath and hold it in. I felt her pulse pound away. I felt her body arch into mine. “Desire.” I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, giving it a nibble before I released it. “I can even taste it on you.”

“Fitting, since it’s exactly how I’m feeling,” she confessed.

I held her face, staring into her eyes. “I know. But dinner first.” I nodded toward the room behind me since we still hadn’t moved from the doorway. “Come in.”

“You got us dinner?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

She grinned. “Well, sure, but since this isn’t a date, I just assumed ...”

“That I would lick your pussy the second you walked through the door? Yes, I’d like nothing more. But I’m going to feed you something aside from my tongue.”

She flattened her hand against my chest. She didn’t push, just held it there. “Look at you being romantic.” She tapped her thumb over my heart. “I didn’t expect that from you, Jordan.”

“I do have it in me.”

“You do?”

“With you. Apparently.”

Her smile changed. It turned even more seductive, and she left me in the doorway. I watched her ass as she went inside, stopping in the center, where she turned toward me. “Nice room.” She pointed toward the windows. “And that view—wow. This must have cost you a fortune.”

I didn’t want to tell her that I’d gotten the view for her; that wouldn’t back up the story I’d given her earlier about my apartment being sprayed. But I needed to say something even if it wasn’t the truth.

“My insurance is picking up the tab.”

Her brows lifted. “You have renters insurance?”

“Everyone in this city should.” An honest reply, it just didn’t apply to me.

“Should, yes. But then there’s people like me who don’t and just hope for the best.”

Maya, you never make these situations easy on me.

“Maybe after spending the night here, you’ll change your mind.”

She headed for the windows and looked at me over her shoulder. “Staying the night, you say?” She winked and dropped her bag onto a chair, freeing her hands to press them against the glass. “It is beautiful up here. I suppose I could be persuaded.”

Her view didn’t even compare to mine.

A body that I stood back to admire, until I walked over to join her, pulling her back against my front.

“How long will you be staying at this hotel?”

“I’m not sure.”

If I felt the need to taste her again, I couldn’t come up with another reason to not take her to my condo. I needed to milk this situation for as long as I could.

But how long could I really keep up this lie?

Didn’t she deserve the truth?

And if I gave it to her, would she stay, or would she walk right out that door?

“My apartment is over there.” She pointed at a cluster of several high-rises. “Right behind that glass building.”

“Did you just move there? Or did you change up your running time?”