The travel inn’s lobby was clean and quirky, and Jack would have given every penny he’d earned for a bed. But it was the aroma of greasy burgers in the to-go bags he carried that really had him ready to beg.

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his sassy companion was still with him. She’d been unusually quiet on the walk to the motel. That was fine with him. His body was still on full simmer from the dirty dance they’d shared. Her hips moving beneath his hands had been almost too much. There hadn’t been any control when she started rocking in time with him—he’d almost embarrassed himself right then and there. It had been necessary to break it off and spin her around, or his fingers would’ve gone exploring the soft, warm parts that starred in his dreams. It was good they were getting two rooms, because he’d have a very hard time keeping his hands off her if they were sharing.

“Can I help you?” A small Hispanic woman in a bright blue sweater stood behind the desk. She was barely tall enough to see over the counter.

“Rosie called about two rooms for us.” He handed the bags to Luanne so he could get the money from his pocket.

The little woman looked confused. “I tell Rosie that I only have one room. She not tell you that?”

“No, she didn’t tell us that.” Luanne’s voice had taken on a panicked edge.

“One room, two beds.” She pulled a key from a cubby in the wall behind her.

Exhaustion yanked on Jack’s bones. He didn’t care if he had to sleep on a cot, he just needed to sleep. “We’ll take it.”

“Jack—”

He leveled her with his don’t give me any shit glare. “We’ll take it.”

“One night?” The owner was typing things into the computer.

“Yes.” They both said in unison.

“Oaky, one hundred dollars.”

He counted out the money using mostly one-dollar bills from his tips. Rosie had paid him in hundreds, but there was something so satisfying about slipping one bill after another from the stack in his hand to the pile on the counter. This must be how pioneer men felt when they provided for their women. Instead of animal skins he used his stripper earnings. It was close to the same thing.

He noticed a cubby with toiletries behind the counter. “Are those for sale?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll take two toothbrushes, toothpaste, and two deodorants. One men’s and a girly one.” He glanced at Luanne. “Anything else?”

“A bottle of lotion, laundry soap, and do you have bottled water?”

“Si. Can I get for you anything else?”

Jack glanced at Luanne.

“Um…extra towels?” she asked.

“Oh, si. I bring them.”

Jack slapped money on the counter, and they left the office.

The walk to the room was silent.

“This is us.” He slipped the old-fashioned key into the lock and swung the door open. The smell of clean laundry filled his nose and he immediately relaxed. The room was small and the furnishings outdated, but it was clean, and it had a shower and two beds. It would do. “This isn’t so bad.”

“No, it’s actually very nice.” She flipped on the bedside lamp and a warm yellow glow filled the room.

“Do you wanna shower first or should I?” He emptied his pockets of the wads of tip money he’d accumulated.

“You’ve got quite a stash there. Good to see you use that pretty face for good and not evil”

He shrugged. “It’s a livin’.”

“You must be tired. Your pronunciation has slipped. You take the first shower. I can wait.”

“Are you sure?”

She fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “Yeah, I’m sure. You go ahead.”

“I’m not gonna argue with you. I can smell myself.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it over the only chair in the room. “I’ll save you some hot water.”

“Thanks. Don’t take too long, I might fall asleep on my feet.”

He saw her watching him in the mirror, and a thrill of satisfaction shot through him. She may not want to want him, but she did. Lust burned away his exhaustion. He stopped at the bathroom door and peered back at her. “You like what you see?”

“I wasn’t looking at you, Jack. I was staring off into space. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m exhausted.”

“Mm-hmm, you keep telling yourself that, buttercup. You keep telling yourself that.”

* * *

Luanne heard the shower come on and wanted to claw her eyeballs out. She’d totally been checking him out and he’d caught her red-handed. Rookie mistake. But seriously. His back was too delicious not to admire.

Get a hold of yourself.

She pulled the plastic bag with all their earthly possessions to her. A quick inventory told her she had what she needed to get as clean as possible. Thank God. She grabbed her toothbrush and made her way to the sink/vanity combo outside the bathroom.

Had brushing her teeth ever felt so good? She didn’t think so. She glanced at the room behind her through the mirror. Crazy to think that only a few hours ago she’d thought they might have to sleep outside. Grudgingly, she had to admit that he’d really saved their bacon tonight.

Those women and men loved him. Why wouldn’t they? He’d been hot as hell up on that stage, powerful and fun all at the same time. Life with Jack would never be boring, that was for sure.

Where had that come from? She didn’t have a life with Jack. He might be fun, but she’d always be waiting for him to get bored and leave. People always left her. Her mother, her father, even Scarlett had left in a way. Her best friend had gone to a place Luanne didn’t understand and where she couldn’t follow. Luanne Price didn’t do love, so while she was happy for Scarlett, she mourned the loss of what their friendship used to be.

When Jack emerged from the bathroom, she was ready. She’d prepared herself for the sight of him in nothing but a towel. It took her hog-tying her hormones, but she was able to keep her gaze on his face.

“It’s all yours.” He walked to the vanity and grabbed his toothbrush. The man even brushed his teeth with raw sexuality.

“Thanks.” She started for the bathroom, then remembered her lotion. When she reached for it her arm brushed against his stomach. And just like that, the monumental effort it had taken to keep her focus above the towel line crumbled. The warm, moist heat of his skin singed her flesh.

His fingers wrapped around her elbow, and as she pulled back his hand slid down her arm until he clasped her hand. God help her. His fingers stroked the inside of her wrist and the sensible, take-no-prisoners Luanne melted. They locked stares, didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

With his other hand, he looped a stray hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers down her neck. “Luanne?”

“Yeah.”

He bent his head and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you.” His lips grazed the sensitive spot below her ear.

A moan curled between them like cigarette smoke in an old speakeasy. His? Hers? She didn’t know or care.

Slowly, deliberately, he trailed tiny nips along her jaw to her mouth. Each touch of his lips formed a chain of desire winding its way around her, capturing and holding her where she desperately wanted to be.

“Jack.” Her hands roamed his gorgeous back. Desire flooded her body, tightening her nipples to hard peaks wanting to be touched. If something didn’t happen soon, she might explode with want. Even so, she grasped for some thread of control.

“What?”

She settled her hands on his fine ass. “I still don’t like you.”

He tugged one fistful of hair to gain better access to her neck. “Noted and recorded.”

“’Cause you’re a jerk sometimes.” Was that her voice? It sounded like a porn star’s.

He nuzzled the place below her ear. “I know, and it’s a terrible flaw.”

“Alright. As long as we’re clear.” Every jagged syllable of her words sounded like a plea for more.

He whispered across her neck, “We’re clear.”

“Now you can kiss me.”

His mouth closed over hers and the warm, soft assault of lips and tongue scrambled her brain and sent liquid heat shimmering down her body. Strong arms enveloped her. She thrilled in the shelter his body provided. Usually she didn’t like to be so close to…well, anyone, but especially not overly tall people. This was different from anything she’d experienced before. No fear, no hiding. With Jack she was brave and powerful.

Her fingers slid into his thick, wet hair as her head slanted to give him better access. Warm hands gripped her hips and hauled her against his hard body. The contact acted as an accelerant on the blaze racing between them. She needed more, had to have more. What small tendril of control she had snapped and she ground against the bulge nestled between her legs.

“Jesus, Luanne.” The words were strangled. In one swift movement he lifted her onto the vanity. Unbidden, her legs circled his waist to pull him to the spot where she had to have him. He stepped into her heat and pushed and pushed again. His body mimicked what she needed, what they both needed to stop the crazy desire tearing through their bodies.

He deepened the kiss, drinking from her like a man dying of thirst, only to rip away in the next beat. “I don’t know if I can slow this down.” He shuddered as she dragged her nails down his back. “If we go much farther, I won’t be able to stop.”

“More.” The words raced passed her vocal chords and fueled the crazy need to claim him too.

“Luanne, you better not be playing with me, because I’m sure as hell not.” He cupped her face as his other hand trailed down to her waist, brushing her top aside, each touch sending showers of sparks behind her closed lids. His fingers danced under her shirt and up her belly until they rested beneath her breast.

Every movement, every touch made her want him more.

“Look at me. I want you right here with me.”

He pulled back enough to look her in the face. She couldn’t speak, she could barely breathe, but she understood the silent question he asked. Her fingers threaded with his, and raised their joined hands to her lips. A soft kiss across his knuckles and she placed his hand where they both wanted it. “Yes, yes, yes.”

His mouth devoured hers, and she loved every conquering moment of it. He easily dealt with the front clasp of her bra and they both gasped when his big hand covered her naked breast. “I can’t get enough of you.” He licked and kissed down her neck. “I want you naked and sprawled on top of me right—”

Knock, knock, knock. “Senorita, I have extra towels.”

They broke apart like a couple of middle schoolers caught in the janitor’s closet. Both breathing hard, both a little sweaty, and both a lot dazed and confused.

Jack dragged his hands through his hair and uttered an obscenity that blistered the air.

Luanne slid from the vanity and nearly fell to the floor. Her legs refused to hold her. She gripped the counter for balance. “Um…coming.”

When she could stand on her own, she hurried to the door to retrieve the towels, grabbing a few bills from Jack’s wad of cash on the way.

She tipped Maria and took the towels. Reality’s cold bite nipped at her ass. She wasn’t built to handle a force like Jack.

“Luanne.”

She would’ve given him everything, and where would that have left her? “Not now, Jack. I need a shower.”

“Lou.”

“I’ll try not to wake you when I come out of the bathroom. Good night.” Without so much as a glance in his direction she scurried to the bathroom like the coward she was.