Free Vegas Vacation (Destination Desire) by Crystal Jordan Page A

anything, he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth when she reached his side.
    She set her palms on his chest, but didn’t push him away, so he kissed her again, letting himself linger for just a moment longer than was strictly kosher in a public place. Her eyes were a bit glazed, and he liked that too, liked knowing he could shake her logic and make her respond.
    “Was that why you called me over here?” Her fingers toyed with a button on his shirt.
    “No, I wanted to show you this.” He waved to the placard about Jesse Owens and gave her a moment to read it.
    “Huh. I can’t even imagine being able to run that fast.” Her brows drew together in thought as she moved along the wall to the next display. “Did you know that baseball was voted out of the Olympics? The 2008 Beijing games were the last ones to have it.”
    “Where did you read that?” He glanced around at the various displays that made up the exhibit, not seeing one that looked particularly baseball related.
    “Not here. I just know it.” She shrugged and stopped in front of an enlarged photo of a team of ice hockey players from the USSR. “Baseball was the first sport voted out of the Olympics since polo in 1936.”
    “It’s interesting that you like sports.” One of the things he hadn’t given a lot of thought to when he’d begun pursuing her. He’d sensed they were sexually compatible, known they had personalities that would mesh well, but he hadn’t considered what interests they might share. As a physical education teacher, he was a fan of most sports, but had a few favorites—including baseball. Somehow her love of the same sport solidified the opinion that had been slowly building over the last year: they fit each other.
    “Not sports in general. Baseball, specifically.” She spread her hands. “My dad and gramps competed over baseball factoids and stats. There was no way to grow up in my family and avoid knowing everything.”
    “Who won the 1958 World Series?”
    She didn’t hesitate. “The Yankees.”
    “Who’d they play against?”
    “The Braves. And the year before, it was the same teams, only the Braves won.” She smirked. “Any other questions on this pop quiz?”
    “Nope.” He slid an arm around her waist, leaning in to brush his lips over her cheek. Damn, she smelled good—the light, flowery fragrance of her shampoo teasing his nose. He’d woken up to that scent this morning, and it was something he could get used to.
    He tried to avoid considering what would happen if she didn’t change her mind about them. The possibility was there, hovering like a dark cloud over everything they said and did this week. He was doing his level best to ignore it, but he had a feeling that ignoring his worries was going to get harder as the days sped by.
     
    Finn slid his fingers into Meg’s and she startled. One auburn eyebrow arched when she glanced at him. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”
    “No, I just…I’m not used to this.” Not from him. It was a little jarring to go from ignoring her lust for him to public displays of affection overnight. She knew none of their colleagues were near the Olympic exhibit to see anything, so there should be no problem, but it was unsettling to have her standard operating procedure with him flip so quickly. She knew she’d asked for it, welcomed it, but accepting it internally was a little less easy. A little scary.
    “There’s no time like the present to get used to it.” He lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles, his blue gaze daring her to pull away. Instead, she just stared at his mouth, a little quiver running through her when he nibbled on the base of her thumb. A flush heated her face, then that same heat sluiced down her body. Her muscles both tensed and loosened, readying for sex. The beat of her heart thrummed in her ears, picking up speed.
    His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and she wanted to put her mouth on his throat, drink in the scent