Stopped in the middle of the room and stared at the door. Nothing. She resumed her pacing until she reached the center of the room, then halted again, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at her watch. It had been an hour. Where was he? Her panties were damp just thinking about how it would be with Dylan again. Hot, carnal and wild, just as it had been last night. She might be irritated as hell with him, but she couldn’t deny wanting his cock inside her again. So why hadn’t he shown up yet? She finally grew tired of wearing a hole in the rug with her heels. Disgusted at her nervous anticipation, she kicked off her shoes and fell onto the bed. Exhausted, she figured she’d just close her eyes for a few minutes. She’d hear Dylan when he showed up. When she opened her eyes the room was dark. Damn, she’d slept the rest of the day.
