Free Rockies Retreat: Destination: Desire, Book 5 by Crystal Jordan

ones.”
    “Nice.” Violet tossed the copy edits aside. “These aren’t due until next week. I’ll be totally done before then. Okay, Dad?”
    “Sure, go pack a bag. Don’t forget your toothbrush,” he called when she bolted for her room.
    The girls were gone in under five minutes, the front door slamming shut behind them, leaving Laurel alone with Neil. For an entire night. Hot damn. She was going to kiss Gloria the next time she saw the crotchety old lady.
    A bemused look formed on his face. “We decided the girls could sleepover any time. Apparently, Gloria thought there was no time like the present.”
    “And she sent me over here with the sweatshirt right before she sent Ruth to get Violet.” Laurel tugged off the band holding her hair in a ponytail, then kicked aside her sandals. “Gloria’s playing quite the matchmaker tonight.”
    “I’ll have to thank her later.” Neil rose and removed his sweatshirt, then toed off his shoes. “And I’d like to invite you for a sleepover.”
    “Yes, please.” She untied her shorts and pushed them down over her hips. “You’re done writing for the day?”
    The heat in his gaze when he took in her bare legs was enough to scorch, and a throb of want went through her. It took him a long time to answer her question. “I made my projected word count at around dawn this morning. Everything else was bonus.”
    “Such a good boy.” She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. All she wore was a pair of lacy panties and a matching bra. Not that she really needed a bra with her barely-A-cups, but she liked pretty lingerie as much as the next girl. From the way Neil’s breath sucked in, she had a feeling he liked her pretty lingerie as well. She ran a finger along the waist of her underwear. “You know, I believe in rewarding good behavior.”
    “Me too,” he agreed fervently. His T-shirt and cargo shorts were off so quickly she was surprised he didn’t end up with fabric burn.
    She stared at his hard cock, outlined starkly by his tight boxer briefs. White-hot lava flowed through her veins, and though they’d only met the day before, she felt like she’d been waiting forever for this moment to arrive. Finally. “Tell me you have condoms.”
    “I have a few in my toiletry case, thank God. I checked earlier.” He held out his hand and, when she took it, lifted her palm to kiss and nip at her sensitive flesh.
    “A few might not be enough.” Tingles broke down her limbs and moisture flooded her pussy. Wanton need tightened some of her muscles, loosened others, readying her for sex. “I have a feeling a one-night stand isn’t going to satisfy either of us. I can pick up more the next time the van goes into town.”
    “More is good.” His lips moved up her arm to her elbow, her shoulder. “So is making very, very sure we’re satisfied.”
    He pressed his mouth to her neck, biting down lightly. A quiver of pure desire shook her, and she tilted her head to grant him as much access as he might want. He took advantage, sliding his tongue along the length of her throat. His breath on her skin was hot, and she arched into him, pressing her curves into his harder angles. The feel of his rougher skin against her was an amazing turn-on, the crisp curls on his chest and legs rasping over her flesh.
    Tipping her head back, she slipped her arms around his neck, and he took the hint, claiming her lips. The taste of him was exquisite, warm and masculine and uniquely Neil. Their tongues twined, and her heart began to race as her excitement built. Only thin layers of lace and cotton separated them, and his cock pressed insistently at her belly. She twisted, wanting to get even closer, but not wanting to break the kiss.
    His palms skimmed down her back, slipping under the waistband of her panties. He palmed her backside, molded the soft globes and ran a finger between them. Then he dipped even further in, teasing flesh that was rarely open for exploration. She squeaked and