Page 79 of In A Faraway Land

Adrenaline Is An Aphrodisiac

Flicka von Hannover

I hate it even more

when that jackass is right.

Fifteen minutes later, Flicka was clinging to Dieter’s side, her legs shaking and laughing her head off.

Dieter tapped an elevator button at the bottom of the control panel to take them down to the casino lobby and the street-level exit.

“That was insane!” she said.

He wrapped his strong arm around her back and kissed her temple as they stood in the elevator. “You bet it was.”

Flicka snaked her arms around his lean and ripped body that had always protected her. “I thought we were going to fall over the edge!”

“They designed it to look that way,” he agreed.

The elevator doors slid closed, blocking out the sunlight.

The elevator descended, making her headfloat. “It was hanging,teetering,right on the edge and I swear that it clicked one too many times and we were going to fall right down the side of the building!”

“It sure did,” he said, smiling. He stroked her back as they rode down the elevator.

Flicka pillowed her head on his shoulder. The faint scent of his cologne drifted out of his collar, warm cinnamon and a fresh scent like green herbs.She stretched to catch a better whiff of it, and her cheek grazed his neck. His satiny skin rubbed against hers, and she brushed her cheek against him again just to feel his warmth. She curled her arms more tightly around his strong arm and muscular waist.

His clean, masculine scent intoxicated her, and she found herself standing straighter, even drifting up on her toes, to brush her mouth acrossthe skin on his neck.

She whispered, “I don’t want to go to lunch.”

Dieter leaned and tapped the button marked12on the elevator’s control panel.

Flicka whispered, “Why did you do that?”

“Just a little something else I planned.”

“Not another roller coaster!”

“Nope. I promise.”

“Will I scream?” she asked.

Devilish glee sparked in his gray eyes. “I hope so.”

Flicka stayed wrapped aroundhim like a jasmine vine around a tree, inhaling the warm spices of his scent and feeling his strong arms around her waist.

The elevator doors slid open to a hallway lined with doors, a typical hotel corridor.

“What did you—”

Dieter swept her up in his arms, lifting her off her feet and holding her against his chest.

“Whoa!”

He strode out of the elevator, lifting her to nuzzle her neck ashe walked.

“You couldn’t have,” she said as he walked.