One Hot Winter's Night by Serenity Woods Page A

in the box, carefully slotting it into the foam under the watchful eye of the security guard. Closing the lid, he looked over at her. Their eyes met. She didn’t say anything, but he must have read her decision in her gaze. Slowly, he began to smile.
    She nodded at the guard, and he locked the safety deposit box and took it from the room. Heath walked over to her, took her hand, and led her out into the foyer.
    “Wait here.” He pointed to the floor. “I won’t be a minute.”
    “Okay.”
    He hesitated. “Promise you won’t move?”
    Puzzled, she said, “I promise.”
    He disappeared in the direction of the hotel shop. He was only gone about thirty seconds before he emerged again and came straight over to her, grabbing her hand. “Come on.”
    She followed him to the lift, and the attendant pressed the button to open the doors. Heath leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Your place or mine?”
    Shivering, she looked up at him. She didn’t want Alexander knocking on her door halfway through. “Yours.”
    He nodded and went into the lift, pulling her with him, and gave the attendant the floor number.
    They stood on opposite sides of the lift, the attendant in the middle and slightly to the front. As the lift started to rise, Heath undid his bow tie and let it hang loose, wincing as he undid the tight top button of his crisp, white shirt. Cat watched him, feeling slightly faint at his James Bond impression. He winked at her, and she couldn’t stop her lips curving in a smile.
    What had he dashed off to the shop for? He wasn’t holding anything, and whatever he’d bought had to be in his pocket. She glanced at it and then looked back up at him, raising her eyebrows. What’s in there? she mouthed.
    He stared at her. To her surprise, he looked slightly alarmed. She looked back at the pocket curiously. Suddenly, however, he grinned, as if the penny had dropped. He shook his head slightly, glancing across at the attendant. She followed his gaze. The attendant had his eyes fixed politely on the door, so she looked back at Heath and then pointedly again at his pocket. Rolling his eyes, he showed her his purchase. It was a pack of condoms.
    Twelve , he mouthed, indicating the amount on the box before sliding it back into his pocket.
    She widened her eyes, and he laughed, crossing his, making her giggle. Twelve orgasms? Surely even he didn’t have that much stamina!
    The lift shuddered to a stop, and they walked out and along the corridor, stopping outside his room. She watched him take out his keycard and slide it through the slot, his silver hair falling forward over one eyebrow. He was absolutely gorgeous. Since Sweden, he’d been in her thoughts constantly, and the knowledge that she was about to get intimate with him made her quiver all over.
    Further along the corridor, another, older couple walked along to their room, and Cat watched them holding hands as they talked, obviously completely at ease with each other. She couldn’t imagine being so comfortable with a member of the opposite sex, sharing her life with someone else. How would it feel to know that this wasn’t a one-off with Heath—that they were going home together and could do this every night?
    Panic shot through her. She mustn’t think about forever and relationships and love. This was about passion and sex. Experimentation and exploration. She had to concentrate on the physical and forget about her emotions and feelings.
    Heath winked at her as he opened the door and stepped back to let her in, and desire flooded her, a basic human urge to take him inside her and let passion overwhelm them.
    Even before the door clicked shut, she pushed him against the wall, reaching up on her toes to kiss him, pressing herself up against him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, and ran his hands down her back to her hips, double-checking she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    “Nothing there but me,” she said, breathless. Kissing him again, she