Natural Blond Instincts

shuddering, still clinging to him, totally shell-shocked, when there came a knock at the door.

“Wes?”

Serena.

“Shh,” Wes whispered. “Maybe she’ll go away.”

“Wes? Open up.”

He still had his mouth on her throat, still had his fingers- No! Kenna leaped to her feet, staggered, nearly toppled over, then managed to gather herself.

He reached for her, regret and frustration in every line of his face. “Are you okay?”

Okay? No! She was not okay, she’d just had an earth-moving, heart-tugging, mind- blowing orgasm and she wanted another, thank you very much. But she couldn’t because her cousin was standing on the other side of the door waiting to seduce this guy with the magic fingers into bed. “Sure. I’m fine.” Still trembling, she stumbled to the bathroom and locked herself in.

Not exactly mature, but it was hard to think with all the blood in her entire body pooled and throbbing between her legs.

“Wes?” Serena knocked again.

“Goddammit,” Kenna heard him swear before she heard the sound of him whipping open the room door.

Given that she’d just realized all his clothes were in the bathroom, she sure hoped he’d found his towel. Otherwise, Serena’s seduction plans were going to be a cakewalk.

16

WEARING A BLACK SUIT and looking ready to rumble, Serena pushed her way in when Wes opened the door. “Weston Roth, what the hell is wrong with you? I’ve done everything but tear off your clothes to get you to notice me, but apparently you’re a little slow on the uptake, so let me spell it out for you-Oh.” Her jaw dropped open as she took him in. “Oh.”

Wes winced at his state of undress and the towel he held to the front of him. He hadn’t meant for her to storm her way in, he’d just wanted her to stop knocking and go away. Since he could feel a breeze on his bare butt, he backed to the dresser, and for his effort got a drawer handle in a very bad spot. “I’m busy, Serena.” He’d left the door open in an invitation for her to leave.

“You’re…wow.” She eyed him from chest to toes, then back up again.

“Serena-” He stepped back so hard the drawer handle became his new best friend.

“Wes…” She leaned in. “Did you hear the I want you part of my speech?”

“Yes, Serena, he heard.” This from a grim Josh, who walked into the room.

Wes’s room, which had turned into Grand Central Station.

Josh took one look at Wes and let out a low laugh. “I see you have a problem.” Then he turned back to Serena. He took her shoulders in his hands and hauled her up on her toes, only an inch from his mouth. “And here’s mine-”

“Now, you wait just a minute-”

“Shut up, Serena.” He spoke gently, still holding her. “Now, the way I see it, you have a little attention deficit disorder you never outgrew. You aren’t getting any good hot sex, and it makes you trouble personified. Well, guess what? I’ve got a deal for you.”

“Put me down.”

“Nope.” Josh tossed Wes a look over his shoulder. “You want to give me a minute here?”

“I would, but I have another little problem in the bathroom.”

“Like?”

“Like it’s currently being held hostage, along with all my clothes, by another fairly agitated woman.”

Josh stared at him, then grinned. “Oh man, you always did get all the fun.”

“Could we hurry this along by any chance?” Wes growled.

“Right.” Josh turned back to the squirming Serena, who clearly was not used to being manhandled. “Okay, listen up, we have to put this into high gear on account of my brother and his woman dilemma. You want attention from a man? I’ve got plenty. You want a man who knows where he’s going and what he’s doing? I’m him. You want someone who will be crazy about you, and never, ever, fail you?” He set her on her feet and slipped his arms around her. “I’m that man, Serena.”

She went very still. “What?”

“I think you heard me. I might not be president of the hotel, or even VP, but I have a job with lots of potential and I’m damned smart. And every bit as ambitious as you are. We’re a match made in heaven, baby.”

She shook her head, so bewildered she apparently forgot to keep fighting him. In fact, she fisted her hands in his shirt and hauled him closer. “Say it again.”

“All of it?”

“Yes,” she demanded. “Please?”

Josh’s smile was dazzling. “I’m crazy about you. Now, you say that you think we have a shot and let’s get out of here. My poor brother has issues, and if I’m not mistaken, a dresser attachment disorder.”

Wes fully expected Serena to bite Josh’s head off. Instead she smiled demurely. Sweetly. “I think we could have a shot.”

Josh kissed her hard and long, which might have gone on forever if Wes hadn’t cleared his throat.

“Right.” Josh grinned, and herded Serena out of the room.

Wes locked the door and stormed to the bathroom. “Open up, Kenna.”

She cracked the door. She’d buttoned herself up again, very neatly. A shame. He’d have to undo it again. He dropped his towel and muscled his way in, tugging her out of the bathroom and to the bed.

She went with such ease, he knew it was what she wanted, so he followed her body down with his. With one wrench, he separated the material of her blouse. Buttons flew.

“Um-”

Unclasping her bra, he drew both that and the blouse off her shoulders. “There. That’s a little better.”

She gasped as his mouth came down on one of the breasts he’d bared, then she writhed helplessly under the erotic assault.

He slid off her skirt, then her panties, leaving her as naked as he. “Now,” he said, triumphant, towering over her.

“Do you think Serena and Josh are-”

“Yep. And with any justice at all, so are we.”

She stared at his mouth. “Wes-”

His mouth covered hers because he didn’t want to hear why this wasn’t their smartest move. He already knew, he knew every reason intimately and didn’t care. He wanted to lose himself in the heat, in the need, in the moment, feeling as blindsided by her now as he had the very first day she’d marched into his life.

They kissed for long moments, and he felt the most intense hunger he’d ever experienced. Intending to satisfy that hunger, he slid down her body and kissed her from head to toe until they were both shaking.

“Now,” she gasped.

Condom. He needed one. “Uh…hold that thought.” He staggered into the bathroom, groping through his bag, inadvertently dumping it to the floor. Damn it. Finally, snatching up a little foil packet, he tore it open on the way back to the bed. “Where were we?”

“If you’ve forgotten, you have serious ADD.”

He laughed. He didn’t understand how he could want her so badly his entire body shook, but the wanting filled his very being. Getting the condom on turned out to be a bit tricky, as he could hardly see straight, but he managed, then lifted her hips and finally, finally sank into her body.

Her body was hot and tight, and he felt his toes curl from just his first thrust. With all his might, he tried to make it last. He thought about the quarterlies, the money he’d lost in the stock market, anything, but with a high, thready sound, Kenna shattered in his arms, and that was it. He shattered, too.