He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause for her words to sink in, and Sierra threw her head back as the sensations overcame her reservations. She pulled his head to her more firmly so he wouldn’t stop what he was doing.

The sound of a car door closing in the distance jolted her out of it, and she slid her body down, out of his mouth. She pressed herself back into his chest as she gathered her wits.

“Inside,” she tried again, her voice not quite working right. “I don’t want to give Frank Dole a heart attack if he looks out his window.”

A possessive growl rumbled out of Cole’s chest, and she landed a short kiss on his lips, then pulled her shirt and sweatshirt down as she forced herself to stand, taking the weight on her uninjured leg. The blanket fell to the floor of the balcony around her feet. She bent to grab it and held her hand out for Cole’s at the same time.

Chapter Eighteen

Cole had a look on his rugged face as if he was coming back into his senses as he glanced around, from the balcony of the apartment next to Sierra’s, which belonged to two of the spa owners and was thankfully still deserted, to the apartments across the way and back to her extended hand. He reached for it and stood, and Sierra led him inside.

Once in the door, she shut it and let the blanket drop, then led him to her bedroom. Her messy bedroom, she realized as she stumbled over a shoe.

The room was mostly dark, with the weak stove light barely reaching it and the streetlights filtering in around the blinds. She chose not to hurt their eyes by turning on the lamp on her nightstand, even though she wanted to see every inch of him as soon as she got him naked. “Careful,” she whispered. “It’s a minefield in here.”

As soon as they were next to the bed, she pulled him toward her by the waistband of his jeans and unsnapped them. The rasp of his zipper sounded as she lowered it, and he held himself still and seemingly patient.

With his pants unfastened but still in place, she switched her attention to his shirt and lifted it over his head. He finished taking it off and tossed it aside as she went back to his pants.

She slid her fingers to his waist, beneath both layers, jeans and underwear, pushing them down his muscled thighs. He helped her, took over ridding himself of them and his shoes as she ran her hands over his sculpted ass. She couldn’t see it, but based on feel alone, it had to be the finest ass in the known universe.