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inside.
    “Hey yourself,” she said huskily as he pulled away.
    Dark, hooded eyes stared down at her. He ran a thumb across her lip then let his hand fall to capture hers. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tugged her along behind him as he walked toward his truck.
    “So what’s the big surprise?” she asked when they’d both gotten in.
    He glanced sideways at her and grinned. “Well, now, if I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
    She smiled and settled back against the seat, briefly closing her eyes.
    He reached across the space between them and curled his fingers around hers. His thumb massaged her palm in a soft, circular motion. Comforting, soothing. Her worries seem to melt away. He had that effect on her for some reason.
    “Rough day?”
    She turned her head to look at him and smiled again. “Not too bad. Just long. I had several showings and had a sale go bust on me. It was a big one, so I was pretty bummed about it. Seller backed out the last minute.”
    He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed each fingertip. She shivered at the gentle attention, and she didn’t want the moment to end.
    “I’m sorry. I hope what I have planned will make up for such a pissy day.”
    “You keep doing that,” she said, nodding her head toward her hand, “and I’ll be your slave.”
    “Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
    So did she.
    They drove the rest of the way in silence, but he never let go of her hand. He held it on his lap, the back of it pressed against his thigh and his fingers resting over her palm.
    When he turned off into a hotel parking lot, she looked over in curiosity. He just grinned.
    “Trust me,” he said. “Stay right there.”
    He got out and came around to her door and opened it. He reached up to help her down and she met the hard contours of his body as she slid to the pavement. Then he took her hand and headed for the entrance.
    Tiny butterflies danced in her stomach as she imagined what he had in store. He punched the button to the elevator and they waited as the numbers counted the downward progress until finally it dinged and the door opened.
    When they were inside, he pressed the button for his floor and waited as the door shut once more. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a long piece of red satin.
    “Turn around,” he murmured.
    She hesitated a brief moment before doing his bidding. As she had done to him the weekend before, he slid the satin over her eyes. He tied it in back and then she felt his lips on the bare skin of her neck.
    He kissed his way up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, causing a million tiny goose bumps to break out on her flesh. His hands smoothed up her shoulders as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth, his tongue toying with the back of her earring.
    She shivered uncontrollably in the dark.
    The elevator halted and he slid an arm around her as she heard the door open.
    “Your night awaits you,” he murmured as he led her out of the elevator.
    Chapter Eight
    Wes guided Payton down the hall, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. When they stopped, she heard him insert the room card and then he opened the door.
    The cool air blew over her body as he walked her inside. She sniffed as a floral aroma danced across her nose. He left her for a moment, and seconds later, she heard the unmistakable rush of water. A bathtub?
    He returned and ran his fingers lightly up her neck then across her jaw, stroking, teasing her with his touch. They lowered to the top button of her blouse, and she felt the slight pull of the material over her breasts as he undid it.
    More cool air brushed over her as he worked his way down her shirt. He tugged it free of her skirt then pushed the blouse over her shoulders until it fell to the floor behind her.
    Leaving one finger on her bare belly, he walked around behind her, letting his finger run a path around her waist to her spine. A shiver took over her body as goose bumps puckered her skin.
    His fingers