Crap! The clatter of a housekeeping cart down the hall stopped them mid-embrace. Someone was in the hallway. They both stopped, his hands still on her ass as they looked in tandem at the disruption. He looked back at her and motioned with his head to her door.
Speechless, she shook her head. Lauren, Doreen and Cricket were most likely in the room, oblivious to what was going on, on the other side of the flimsy door.
“Come with me...to my room,” he said, and took her hand in his, leading her down the hall away from her stateroom and the housekeeper. Her heart beat wildly. It was like she was someone else; she couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was acting crazy and she loved it. He tugged her closer, as they rounded the corner and he stopped dead in his tracks. Another housekeeping cart and a mountain of luggage blocked their way.
“Oh,” he said, whipping Jody around quickly in the other direction and pulling her after him. “This way.”
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly as he stopped in front of a door, looked both ways and opened it.
Inside, she saw it was the laundry room, with rows of washers and dryers and where the sweet scent of laundry detergent lingered. The washers whooshed as they spun rapidly. Taggart glanced around quickly and spotted the lock on the door. Turning it, he smiled seductively and pulled Jody hard against him. His arousal hadn’t waned since the chase down the hall; his cock was hard, pressing against her body while he resumed kissing her with ferocious, hungry kisses.
His hands followed along her shoulder and then lower, finding the curve of her breasts as she groaned into his mouth. Cupping her breast in his hand, even through the fabric of her lacy bra she could feel the heat of his hand burning through. She responded, rubbing against him as his lips trailed along her mouth, teasing her, tasting her neck, nibbling along her jaw and down to her décolleté. Her head was spinning and her pussy soaked at his caresses and his muscled body. She was going to have sex right there in the laundry. She didn’t do this. This wasn’t her.
“Jody,” he said under his breath, rubbing her breasts in his hand, finding her nipple through her bra.
“Ugh” she said, jolting back to reality. Jody Carter. Single Mom. Divorcee. Her dad lived with her. She wasn’t this woman who a moment ago wanted more than anything to have sex with this stranger, to rip off his clothes, but flashes of all the reasons she couldn’t do this flooded her mind.
She stiffened and stepped away, Taggart’s hand falling from her breast.
“What?” he asked, looking concerned.
“It’s just...I can’t do this,” she said, feeling embarrassed, her clothes disheveled as he looked at her with an expression of uncertainty etched on his face.
He didn’t say anything, just stood there for a moment and she could see the outline of his evident erection in his pants. A moment ago, she’d wanted this more than anything and now she knew she shouldn’t have given into her desire.
“I can’t do this...I have a son,” she said stammering as she backed away from him
“So?” he asked, seeming confused.
So? Did he just say “so?” What the hell? She stumbled backwards before hurrying for the door, unlocking it and slipping out.
“Wait, Jody” he called after, her but she was long gone, bumping past housekeeping carts and stacks of luggage as she sprinted down the hall.
About Kate: Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.
Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: December 1 2013