It was a relief when the torch beam glinted on the silver key in one corner and she leaped forward to grab it, unfortunately at the very moment Conor did. They collided, shoulders crashing into each other. He grabbed her forearms to steady her, his phone falling from his grasp. Face to face, she could see his eyes glinting in the moonlight and feel his warm breath on her cheek. She could feel the magnetic pull between them, just like the first time she’d met him, sitting on his lap. The memory brought with it a sudden flush of heat and she moistened her lips. Conor watched the movement with dark, brooding eyes, giving nothing away. Her heart thudded in her chest as her eyes met his and she was convinced he must be able to hear it. His head dipped towards her and she held her breath, their eyes holding each other’s gaze.

She wasn’t sure who made the first move, what she did know beyond the thudding of her pulse in her ears, was that any second she might just burst into flames. The moment his lips touched hers, an explosion of lust and longing went off consuming her in desire. Without hesitation she wound an arm around his neck to pull him closer, as thankfully his hands dug into her waist anchoring her to him.

When his hand slid inside her blouse to graze her breast, she had to stifle a whimper of desperation. With his tongue duelling with hers, each of them fought to take control. Everything inside felt taut and tense. With the rising heat between her legs and the spiralling tension, she squirmed against his fingers teasing the soft skin around her nipple with dangerous and thorough intent. She hung on tight, feeling as if she could be swept away by a rip tide at any moment. There was no doubt, they had chemistry between them. Conor groaned, sending a thrill of power through her, as he adjusted the angle of his kiss, his lips. A moan escaped her. ‘Conor.’ Driving need made her want to writhe shamelessly against him. She was a complete hussy and she absolutely did not give a flying fig. Her body was making all the demands and her hormones had taken full control.

They got a nasty shock when Conor suddenly wrenched himself away, pulling back as if he’d come face to face with an anaconda or something equally nasty. The rejection was like a bucket of ice water thrown straight into her face.

‘Buggering hell,’ snapped Conor. ‘That’s not supposed to happen.’

‘Well, it did,’ she said, masking a touch of triumph. Despite the sudden withdrawal, Conor wasn’t as averse to her as he’d claimed.

He drew in a ragged breath and pushed his hand through his hair. ‘It can’t happen again. I told you. I don’t get involved with guests.’

‘I didn’t ask you to kiss me.’