Chapter 4

Bridget punched the button to call the elevator. She paced back and forth while she waited for the bell to ring. What the devil got into her? What did she ever let Sheila drag her to that room for in the first place? She never drank. This was the natural conclusion to a series of idiotic decisions. She had no one to blame but herself.

She couldn’t get Roy and his kiss out of her head. What did he have to kiss her like that for? His eyes and hands and mouth all told her the same story he told her himself. I don’t want another tart to eat. I want to eat you.

Eat her! He wanted to do a lot more than that. He wanted her. Why else would he yank her against him like that, to make her gasp right before he kissed her? Holy cripes! She had to get away from him.

She wanted him, too. That was the worst part. No one ever kissed her like that before in her life. She never imagined anyone would kiss her like that. No one ever came right out and told her point blank they wanted to…..to what?

Forget it. Just forget the whole thing. That was the best plan. Just forget Roy Fontaine ever existed. So she kissed a guy playing spin the bottle. Who cares? Nothing happened, and now she was on her way up to her room for the night. Ben would get married tomorrow, and they would all live happily ever after. The end.

The elevator bell rang. Thank goodness for that! She rushed into the car and punched the button for her floor. She leaned her back against the cold steel and let out a shaky breath. The doors started to slide closed when an arm shot out and blocked them. “Hold the door!”

She could only stand in frozen shock when Roy ducked into the car along with her. She stared at him with her mouth open. The doors closed, and they rode alone—all alone—up to the hotel.

Roy turned to face her. “Sorry about that. You ran out of the room in such a hurry I didn’t get a chance to tell you. I hope I didn’t overdo it.”

“Overdo it! Is that what you call it? You overdid it on purpose. You didn’t overdo it. You did exactly what you wanted to.”

He squared his shoulders. “You’re right. I did, and I’m not sorry I did it, either. I wanted to do that and a lot more ever since I saw you at the church.”

“So you’re not sorry. What the flippin’ hell are you apologizing for, then?”

“I’m only sorry if I offended you. I never meant to do that.”

She faced forward. “Well, you didn’t offend me. I never expected anything less from a guy like you. I only want to get away from you and get back to my room.”

“What do you mean—a guy like me?”

She rounded on him with flashing eyes. “You know perfectly well what I mean. A guy like you—a guy who would kiss a girl like that in a game of spin the bottle.” She jabbed her finger in his face. “You know, I can almost believe what Jason said and you made the bottle point toward me on purpose.”

“He’s right. You can make it point wherever you want.”

Bridget narrowed her eyes at him. Her gaze could cut marble. All of a sudden, she whirled away. “Forget it. Just forget it. It happened. It’s over. Now I’m going to my room. See ya later. Have a good night. See you at the wedding tomorrow.”

The elevator pinged again, and the doors slid open. She dashed out and hurried down the hall. Roy strode after her and caught up to her. “What’s wrong, Bridget? You keep saying it was nothing, that you shouldn’t have expected anything else from me, but you’re acting like you’re mad at me. Whatever I did to make you mad, I said I was sorry.”

She didn’t stop walking as fast as she could to avoid breaking into a run. “You said you weren’t sorry for kissing me. That’s what you did, but it doesn’t matter. You’re my brother’s best friend, and you’re also his boss. I wouldn’t want to do anything to spoil that, so let’s just call it a draw and say good night. Okay? Can we stop talking about this now?”

He fell in at her shoulder. “I don’t want to stop talking about this. I don’t want to stop talking to you at all.”

“So what do you want?”

“I want to kiss you again. I want to kiss you like I just did.”

She spun around to face him. “Well, that’s not going to happen. I would never have kissed you in the first place if they hadn’t been playing that stupid game.”

He ran his tongue back and forth inside his mouth. “I want to take you back to my room for the night. I want everything I saw at the church.”

The image of him standing at the altar with his eyes scanning her up and down flashed before her eyes. He saw what he wanted. “Well, you can’t have me. You think I’m a tart. You think I’m a sleaze and a slut you can snap your fingers and order back to your room. Well, I’m not.”

He leaned back. “I never thought you were.”

“Then what did you mean when you called me a tart.”

He glanced down at her mouth. He paused and his voice dropped to a raucous tone. “I called you a tart because you are so incredibly fucking delicious, Bridget.” He took a step forward. He stepped right up to her so she had to back away from him. “Can’t you see it? You are so delicious I would eat you up you up in one bite. I’d like to split you in half and lick the sweetness out of you right now.” He inched forward again. She couldn’t back anywhere except right against the wall. “Come back to my room and let me show you. Let me get my hands on that beautiful sweet ass of yours. Fuck, you make me so damn hot, you can’t imagine.”

She panted through parted lips. She could only stare up into those mesmerizing eyes. He gazed down at her from above. His mountainous shoulders blocked out her view of the hall behind him as he moved in closer for another passionate kiss.

His words hissed between his teeth, and he sucked his saliva into his mouth with a click of his tongue. “I need you, Bridget. I want all of you here, right now.”

That golden voice of his seduced Bridget to the core. She moved backward with his touch and banged into the wall. He leaned forward, and his massive weight fell on top of her. His lips and his dirty talk terrified and excited her all at once. And she loved it.

She danced with him. She kissed him. Where did she think it would lead? She knew he wanted her when he watched her walk down the aisle in her dress. Now he had her pinned to a wall outside her hotel room. What would he do to her?

She already knew, and she didn’t care. She wanted it, too. Her flesh crawled to collapse under his weight. His broad shoulders, his chiseled stomach, those lips, that voice, all sent her into a frenzy of excitement.

.

He planted his feet against the floor and wedged all his muscle into her. He drove her up against the wall and lifted her feet off the floor. He murmured low in her face. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream for my cock. Huh? You want it, don’t you?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. His lips landed on her mouth and pried her jaws apart to make room for his tongue. She couldn’t resist. She closed her eyes, but it happened anyway. He plowed into her mouth and thrust his hips between her legs. His hands surrounded her ass on both sides to lift her off the floor.

Bridget’s heart raced. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be falling into this guy’s hands. He just said he was going to fuck her. Was he going to do it right here, in the hall? What if someone came along?

No! She couldn’t do this. As excited and hot and wet as he made her, she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t bang her brother’s best man in the hotel hallway. Jiminy! What kind of a slut was she turning into?

With one massive effort, she tore herself out of his hands. She dashed away at top speed. “Sorry. I can’t.”

She ran all the way to her room and slammed and locked the door behind her.