Bryan blinked at Kaela’s hissed snarl. At the close of Saturday’s class, the others took the elevator to their rooms so the two of them were alone in the stairwell. She whirled around and headed up, stomping and hauling on the rail with her left hand. He sighed and followed, keeping his hands off the swaying ass at eye level. Waking up to Kaela’s open invitation followed by her eager explosive reaction had set him up for the day. A damn uncomfortable day. Every time he thought about what he’d do tonight he got hard. He wanted to haul her snug cotton pants down and slide right into her as she stood on the step above him. Not bloody likely with her in a snit. She was too independent to make a good wife, but that wouldn’t stop her becoming a great lover once she let go of her inhibitions and the crap from her past. He kept his hands to himself and watched her sweet ass sway up three flights of stairs, not a word spoken. She slid the keycard in the door, shoved it open, and stomped through.
