Julia followed the line of his gaze to where their bodies pressed together. “I don’t think you have any reason to be embarrassed.” She brushed her palm over the hard ridge of flesh straining against his fly. “Nope. No cause for concern.” She lifted her chin, an impish smirk tugging at her lips.

The wicked, hungry look she was giving him turned the situation critical. “Ah, yeah. If you keep touching me like that, things are going to get very embarrassing, very fast.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widened, and she shifted her hand away. “Sorry.”

“Do not apologize.” He took a slow, measured breath. “It’s just, um, I wasn’t prepared for things to go this far.”

“Ah.” Understanding smoothed her brow. “Hm.” The pucker quickly returned as she considered their dilemma. “I don’t suppose that’s on the room service menu.”

“No,” he said, mouth quirking as a solution came to him. “But there is a convenience store in the lobby.”

“How … convenient.” She matched his grin. “Feel like going shopping?” Her gaze drifted lower again and she bit her lip. “Or maybe I’ll just go.”

Luke wanted to protest. He didn’t feel right putting this on her. But he wasn’t exactly in the proper state to roam the halls right now. Not to mention the awkward position he’d be in if word got out among the staff that he was buying condoms at the hotel mini-mart. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Lately I’m not sure about much of anything,” she said cryptically.

Before he could process that statement, she was in motion.

“I’ll be right back.” Julia hopped up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t move.”

“Trust me,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In minutes she returned, cheeks flushed, a little breathless as she hurried through the door. Julia flipped the security latch, kicked off her shoes, and vaulted onto the bed. She opened the paper bag and triumphantly pulled out a box. “Success!”

Then she turned the bag over and dumped it out. Several items scattered across the comforter. Little packages of chips and cookies and a few candy bars. “I also got snacks,” she explained. “In case we got hungry … after.” Her cheeks flushed.

Luke’s heart lurched in his chest. She was so damn adorable. “I was worried that by the time you got back, you might have changed your mind,” he admitted.

“Definitely not.” She handed him the box. “What about you?” she asked, a hint of concern taking her excitement down a notch. “You still, um, good to go?”

In response, he tore the box open. “In the four hundred and fifteen seconds you were gone, all I could think about was how it felt to touch you.” Luke stared at his hands. “To be inside you.” He flexed his fingers and glanced up at her. “Did you really dream about me doing those things to you?”