Since she was inviting it, Sam gave her a long, appreciative look up and down, and stepped close enough that he could easily have snaked an arm around her and hauled her up against him, but he only held her gaze until he felt the unmistakable heat between them.

Because Sam was, by nature and by pick-pocket training, observant, he'd noted the only place her clothes didn't fit perfectly flush--left front pocket. He slid his free hand up the curve of her hip and let his thumb linger over the key.

"Unless you're in building 1, there are empty rooms closer."