HE was waiting for her as soon as she opened the door to his hotel room. Sam Kelly watched as Sophie turned, watched the wash of desire that flickered in her expressive blue eyes as she found him.
Before she could reach behind her to tug at the tie to her apron, he had her in his arms, his lips crushing hers in that first sweet taste.
His name came out in a breathy sigh that he felt all the way to his balls.
He reached around and took the tie from her and pulled until the work apron she wore came free.
“Any trouble tonight?”
She shook her head even as he found her lips again.
“I hate that you work there.”
She paused in her kiss, and for a long moment they stood there, their lips barely a breath apart as she stared up at him. Her mouth turned down into an unhappy moue, and he was sorry for spoiling the moment by expressing his dissatisfaction with her job.
Who was he to say anything at all? She was working in a little dive in Bumfuck, Mexico—a place a girl like her clearly didn’t belong—but maybe it was all she could do to make ends meet. It wasn’t like he could offer to sweep her off her feet and carry her off into the sunset.
“Forget I said anything,” he murmured. “Come here.”
He tipped a finger under her chin and guided her mouth back to his. He was hungry—starving—for her. Even now his brothers and their team were doing the job he was here for because he wanted a few stolen moments with a woman he hadn’t been able to resist—a woman he’d known he had to have from the moment he walked into the bar where she waitressed.
A woman who made it too easy to forget duty.
She leaned into him, warm and unsteady. He lifted her just enough that she could circle his neck with her arms, and sh
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