Chapter Eleven
Reese had never been like this with any man.
They played grab-ass at the registration desk.
They would have had s*x in the elevator if it had been more than two floors or in the hall if they’d been at the far end.
As it was, while he battled with the keycard, she stood behind him. Peeling back the coat she’d opened in the elevator, she yanked out his shirt hem and ran her hands over his flat stomach and up his chest, pulling herself hard against his back.
He had a workout chest, the legs of a man who walked for a living, and hips that her legs fit around like they’d been made-to-order.
Why in the world had she been avoiding that?
The sha-shink of the releasing lock was the only cue she needed to shove him against the door, pushing it open with his body. It was a good
