Extracting courage, she slowly pulled the door open and went still. The connecting door in his suite was wide open and he stood there, across the room by the window, shirtless and in the same trousers he’d had on earlier. His hair flowed around his shoulders, his legs were braced apart and he held a glass of wine in his hand. Lordy, he was one hot male in one hell of a sexy pose.

Their gazes held for the longest time, and the force of his gaze seemed to lick every part of her body. Then she recalled what she was wearing. A thin gown that shielded very little. The heat she saw in his gaze had frissons of fire racing up her spine. Suddenly, she felt hotter than before and desire was clawing at her, making the breath in her lungs tremble.

“Would you like to share a glass of wine with me, Bryce?”

He’d asked like it was a common occurrence for a half-dressed woman to appear in his hotel room. Maybe it was. That made her wonder if he had intentionally gotten them a connecting room for that reason. Had Kaegan expected her to come through that door?

As if he read her thoughts, he said, “I was wishing you would come to me, Bryce. I was wishing real hard.”

He’d gotten his wish. And speaking of hard...

His erection was a testament to just how hard his wishes might have gotten. Seeing it made sexual need curl in her stomach. Before she could talk herself out of it, she undid the ties at her shoulders, which caused the nightie to slide down her legs and pool at her feet. He watched her every movement and she saw fire light his eyes. Then she heard the throaty growl all the way across the room.

Nervously, she swallowed and then began moving toward him. It seemed every pore and cell in her body urged her forward, closer to him. Closer and closer. And then she was there, standing directly in front of him. “Yes, I’d share a glass of wine with you.”

It was as if the sight of her standing in front of him completely naked had him glued to the spot. Instead of walking away from her to pour her a glass, he offered her his glass. She took it and drained the half-filled glass in one gulp. She didn’t have time to waste sipping. Ignoring the lifting of his brow, she placed the empty glass on the table next to him.

A part of her knew she should be acting sensibly. At least she should be mentally going over any pros and cons about what she was doing. However, like the wine, she didn’t have time. She’d made her decision when she’d walked through that connecting door and removed her gown. Bottom line was that she wanted him, and from the size of his erection pressing hard against his zipper, he wanted her, too.

Dark lashes half lowered over his eyes and the look in his features was intense. Then while she watched, he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them along with his briefs. Her gaze immediately went to his middle. Was he thinking about how things had been for them last weekend? She wanted to know how he radiated such masculine prowess. And why was she allowing it to get to her like this?