Westmoreland's Way - Brenda Jackson [43]
She reached out to turn up the dial for the heat a little. It was cold, although it wasn’t as cold as it had been the last night she’d driven home from the academy. That was the night she had spent almost three hours in Dillon’s arms. She couldn’t help but smile just thinking about it.
She had talked to Iris but hadn’t told her best friend a single thing. She hadn’t needed to. According to Iris, there was something in the tone of her voice. She sounded relaxed. It sounded like she’d taken a chill pill. Pam chuckled as she remembered the conversation.
She passed a road sign that indicated the exit to Rosebud was coming up. She immediately felt a pull in the lower part of her body and it wasn’t a gentle pull. It was a voracious tug. She tried to keep staring through her windshield, determined to keep her eyes on the road and to drive straight home. She then began experiencing flutters in her belly and her nipples pressing against her shirt felt sensitive.
The physical reactions her body was going through just knowing she was an exit away from Rosebud made her release a quiet moan. The hotel where Dillon was now staying was less than five miles from the interstate.
Dillon had given her his hotel room number when he’d left the message, but had made it seem as if he’d provided the number for informational purposes only. As if he’d wanted to assure her the journal was still safe and in good hands. Now she couldn’t help wondering if perhaps he’d had an ulterior motive. Was he hoping to see her again, although she’d made it clear that what they’d shared that night was a one-night stand?
But the biggest question of all was why she was contemplating getting off at the next exit. And she knew the answer without thinking really hard about it. She was thinking of doing so because she needed to see him.
She needed to be with him.
She sighed deeply and as she took the exit to Rosebud she refused to question her sanity any longer. She was merely enjoying an indulgence that would be denied to her forever once she married Fletcher.
Dillon lay in his hotel room in the dark. He had dozed off, after eating a meal that room service had delivered and taking a bath. The television was on but he wasn’t watching it. Instead his thoughts were on the woman he wanted.
He wondered what she was doing. Did she think about their night together as often as he did, or had she put it out of her mind? He had just shifted positions in the bed when he heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was housekeeping coming to turn down the bedcovers and to make sure he didn’t need anything else before they retired for the night, he slid out of bed and into the jeans he’d placed on the back of the chair.
He opened the door slightly, just enough to make out his visitor and, when he did, sensations tore into him and forced air through his lungs. He quickly opened the door wide.
He refused to ask Pam what she was doing there. For a second he seriously doubted he had the ability to utter a single sound, so they stood there for a long moment and stared at each other, speechless. He did glance down at her finger. She had taken the ring off again. He looked back up into her eyes and felt his pulse rate increase.
Then she broke through the silence and smiled. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“Baby, I plan to do a whole lot more than that,” he muttered thickly, his gaze not leaving hers.
He took a step back and she entered his hotel room. He closed the door behind her.
“I guess you’re wondering why I’m here,” she said in a quiet tone.
He shook his head. “We’ll talk about the why’s later. Right now I just want to hold you. Make love to you. I’ve missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you, too,” she said honestly, wondering how she could miss him so much after two days, when she hadn’t missed Fletcher at all and he’d been gone nearly twice that long.
Knowing they didn’t have a lot of time on their side tonight, she took in his solidly muscular, naked