She quickly turned and used her passkey to go inside her room.

* * *

BRYCE LEANED AGAINST the closed hotel-room door, trying to get her breathing under control. Kaegan’s scent alone could drive her wild. And when he’d kissed her cheek, a portion of his long flowing hair had brushed against the side of her face, sending erotic sensations spiraling through her. She had to get a grip or she would be liable to jump his bones at a moment’s notice and she couldn’t do that.

Why can’t you? a voice within her head asked. Then before she could come up with a reason, that same voice stated, You are the one who put the rules in place. Ditch them or suffer another night.

Lordy help her, but she didn’t want to endure another sleepless night. She was surprised she was as alert as she had been today after last night. But she had to remind herself that she’d implemented the rule for a reason. She had to keep distance between them. Bedroom distance. Since she worked for him, some closeness had to be allowed.

She shook her head, deciding to stick to her rules, although technically the business side of the trip was over. Moving from the door, she placed her purse on the desk in the room and went straight to the bathroom for her shower. At least she had a good book to read by one of her favorite authors. She ended up taking a leisurely soak in the huge Jacuzzi tub instead of a shower. Now she felt clean and refreshed, but still aroused. Slipping into a short nightie, she began pacing the floor, wondering why she couldn’t just park her backside into that recliner and begin reading.

She wished she could claim she’d never felt this deep in need before but knew that would not be true. The same depth had gripped her last Saturday night. With every step she took, she actually felt a pounding in the area between her legs.

She stopped pacing and stared at the connecting door, remembering Vashti teasing her about one. If she opened hers and knocked on his, would he answer? Was he even awake? He hadn’t texted her yet regarding the time they would start tomorrow’s tour. Should she text him? At least doing so would let her know if he was still awake.

She began pacing again, trying to decide what she would do. The more she paced, the more aroused she got. Then her fantasies began getting the best of her. She felt a need to run her fingers through the length of his hair, tangle her tongue with his in a real naughty kiss, and heaven help her, she wanted him to suck on her breasts. Just the thought of him sliding one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard only added to her ache. Almost made her come.

She stopped pacing again and slowly walked toward the connecting door.

When she reached the door she drew in a deep breath, wanting to back away, but she couldn’t. She stood right there, not wanting to yield to temptation one minute and then wanting to yield the next. Tired of the tussle going on within her, she decided to give in to temptation. Reaching out, she unlocked the door and nearly jumped at the sound of the loud click. Had he heard it?