The elevator doors spread wide before them. Butterflies flittered in her
stomach.
Clint hustled out into the hallway, his hand clamped around hers, his
expression one of pained resolve. The rock-hard erection stretching his
pants taut might've had something to do with his expression—and his
ruthless pace. They'd made out in his car all the way to their destination,
shamelessly oblivious of hisd driver. Her lips still tingled from his
demanding, almost frenzied kisses. She'd responded in kind, as frantic as he
was to get naked and get it on.
He halted them at the door to his apartment. His voice rough, he asked,
"Are you good??"
" yes ." Her desperate voice betrayed her
"Uh-huh." He stared at her for a couple of seconds, as if seeing her for
the first time. Then he shook off his confusion—literally, with a flap of his
head. He unlocked the door, ushering her inside with a hand on her back.
Her mind traveled back to the moment before entering the car when he scooped her
