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She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re positive?” he asked after a slight pause.

“Yes!” she groaned, not sure how much more she was expected to take before she lost it.

“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, pressing a kiss against the curve of her neck as his hands reflexively squeezed her breasts.

One minute he was squeezing her breasts, standing right behind her and the next…..

“Where are you going?” she asked, forced to slap her hand against the wall to stop herself from falling on her ass when he suddenly disappeared, taking his support with him.

“Shit!....Shit!...Shit!” the frantic cursing caught her attention.

Curious, she grabbed hold of the shower curtain and pulled it open. She felt her brows arch in disbelief as she watched Danny stumble and trip around the small bathroom as he struggled to pull his jeans up on his wet legs.

“Shit!” he snapped as he tripped over his feet and fell face first in the small carpeted hallway where he continued struggling to pull his pants up.

“Umm,” she said, rubbing her nose to hide her smile, because she was pretty sure that he wouldn’t appreciate it at the moment, “what exactly are you doing?”

“Condoms,” he said in answer, panting as he continued to wrestle with his pants.

“What about them?”

“Need them!”

“You didn’t bring any with you?” she asked, realizing that he hadn’t planned on taking this to the next level with her and not sure how she felt about that.

“No,” he said, pausing in mid-wrestle with his shirt to shoot her a hopeful look, “did you?”

Biting her lip, she shook her head, because like him, she hadn’t planned on taking this to the next level, mostly because she’d expected to end up staying in the room next to his parents. “No.”

“Shit!” he snarled, returning his attention back to the wrestling match.

“Ummm, do you want some help?” she offered, stepping out of the shower as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.

Getting to his feet, he pointed a finger at her and said, “Stay here.”

“But-”

“Stay here and don’t get dressed,” he said firmly as he grabbed his tee shirt and backed up towards the door. “Stay naked.”

“Umm, okay?” she said, watching as he reached back, opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

“Naked!”

Sighing, she walked over to the bed, picked up the remote and dropped down onto the soft mattress with a groan, wondering how long it would take before Danny realized the he’d left his wallet and shoes behind.

Chapter 31

“That will be twelve dollars, sir,” the front desk clerk said with a warm friendly smile as she placed two packs of condoms on the short counter.

“Shit,” he growled, startling the clerk as he frantically searched his pockets for his wallet. “I forgot my wallet in my room.”

“If you have your ID or your room key, I can charge the purchase to your room,” she offered, smile back in place.

“I don’t have any of it,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you’d like to go back upstairs and get your wallet I can set these items aside for you,” she suggested, already picking up the small boxes and placing them on the counter behind her.

He stood there, staring intently at the condoms, already knowing that if he went upstairs to get his wallet that he wasn’t coming back down. Jodi had given him the go-ahead and he was too tired to fight it anymore. He wanted her so fucking badly and he couldn’t wait any longer, but he couldn’t give in without a condom.

Unless……

Maybe she was on birth control, he wondered hopefully, but just as quickly dismissed the possibility. She’d only been with one man before him, a fucking loser, but it had been a while since she’d had sex and hadn’t had much of a reason to use birth control. He also didn’t think that he had enough self-control to walk away if she wasn’t.

“Hey, asshole!”

He sighed with relief as he turned around and found Aidan coming his way. “Thank fucking God,” he said, moving to meet his brother halfway.

“Everyone’s been calling you since yesterday. You were supposed to meet us at the park-Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Aidan demanded as Danny grabbed him by the arm, turned him around and snagged his wallet.

“Thanks,” he said, pulling out two twenties before he tossed the wallet back to his brother.

“Danny!”

He ignored his brother and returned to the small hotel store and grabbed a couple bottles of water, a few protein bars and a couple of cereal bars for Jodi and headed back to the small counter. He placed the items on the counter and stood there, waiting impatiently for the clerk to finish with the couple that she was checking in so that he could pay and get upstairs to Jodi.

“What the hell are you doing?” Aidan asked, coming over to stand next to him while he glared at the bastard asking the clerk about the shuttle service to the parks.

“Getting supplies,” he said, glancing back at the small store, wondering if he should buy Jodi that overpriced stuffed teddy bear and box of chocolates. After a minute he decided that it couldn’t hurt. He grabbed the bear and chocolate, ignoring his brother’s questioning look and placed them on the counter, and returned to glaring at the annoying bastard holding the clerk up.

“Supplies?” his brother murmured with a cocked brow as he picked up the teddy bear.

With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed the teddy bear away from his brother and placed it back on the counter. “Supplies,” he said tightly, glaring at the bastard now asking the hotel clerk about brochures.

“We’re supposed to be on a family trip,” Aidan said quietly as he leaned against the counter.

“Don’t start,” he said, drumming his fingers against the marble countertop as he waited for the bastard to hurry up.

“Mom’s upset.”

“No, she’s not,” he said, knowing his mother well enough to know that if she was upset she would have come here to tell him instead of sending Aidan to do her dirty work. His mother didn’t work like that. She didn’t use messengers or guilt. If she had something to say, she said it.

“Fine. We’re all worried about you,” Aidan said, toying with the teddy bear’s foot.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he said, wondering just how many fucking questions one man could have about brochures.