A single bang came from outside, and I jerked underneath Dylan. Our lips separated. “What was that?”
Dylan, laying on top of me in front of the open fire, smoothed a hand over the cups of my bra. “Relax.” He ran his tongue along my neck. “It’s just the wind, Jenna. It’s meant to thunder like crazy later, so I hope you packed some earplugs.”
My eyelashes fluttered. “To sleep? Nah. I didn’t plan on doing any of that this weekend.”
He smiled, and then kissed his way up to my face.
Just as our lips came together, another sound, like footsteps crunching leaves, cut through the howling wind.
“Seriously, Dylan. I think someone’s out there.” I swept my lips from his open mouth and stared sideways. The front door squeaked open. Air rushed over my skin, freezing our hot moment. “Oh, God! Someone’s coming in.”
We sprang apart.
I grabbed the edge of the rug and curled it over me, covering my underwear. “Didn’t you lock the door?”
Dylan fumbled around and grabbed his jeans. “Who the...”
“You did officially book this place, right?” I whispered.
He scrambled into his jeans on the floor. “Definitely.”
“Then it must be the landlord.” I hugged the rug tighter to my chest and scanned for my clothes. “Could this be any more embarrassing? Where did you throw my top?”
“Check the sofa.”
I was about to rise, then stopped. A frightening thought entered my head. He couldn’t have tracked us down, could he?