Chapter Thirty
Luke
She has me wrapped around her finger.
I push her back against the wall.
“There’s cameras, Luke,” she says in a breathy giggle. I bite and lick a line down her neck. “Those UFO-looking things hanging over there—”
“Good. Let them watch.”
My hand sweeps inside her dress, over her smoldering skin, and finally, finally, I stroke her hard nipple without a barrier. I twist until she moans. I dip my head and lick it once before fixing the fabric.
“I’m going to snap.” She kisses my neck, my chin, and then my mouth as she moves my hand to the edge of her underwear. I grunt, sliding past the fabric, a finger gliding over hot, silken skin—
A faraway laugh floats through the air, and we freeze.
There are people up here, just on the other side. Damn this 365-degree deck.
We break apart, panting, as they wander into view.
She wraps her hand around mine and directs my attention to the skyline, as normal sightseers would do. We walk in a slow circle as the Bellagio fountain spurts to life, putting on a show.
When we reach the opposite side of the deck, we’re alone again. We aren’t, but we are, because object permanence doesn’t exist when a hot woman works her hands into the front of your pants and takes it upon herself to adjust you.
“There,” she says, stroking the tip tucked into my waistband. “Better?”
“You angling for another thank-you kiss?” I stare at her lingering hand. “Happy to oblige you.”
She plants a kiss on my neck. And another, on the hollow of my throat.
And then she kneels, scratching her fingers down my chest, my stomach.
“Cass…”
Her gaze cuts to mine as she holds onto my hips for balance. That look rockets straight to the cock straining against my jeans. She tugs my waistbands—boxers and pants—with one finger, exposing me more. A dangerous amount.
“We shouldn’t,” I rasp. My body screams at me to shut the hell up, but some part of me knows better. I want it more than I want my next breath, but I don’t want to get her caught just because I can’t hold on to control.
Her voice is a whisper in the wind. “You like my mouth, don’t you, Luke?”
Suddenly the darkness is too loud and the air is useless and there’s only the insatiable desire to feel her.
She licks the tip, and I throb so hard it hurts. Her tongue glides over me once, taking what she can get with only the head exposed. I suck all the air out of Vegas as I inhale, brushing the hair from her temple and gathering the rest in a messy handful.
“One more time,” I beg in a strung-out voice that surely belongs to someone else. “Let me feel you.”
She tugs me out further with her fingers and seals her lips around me, trapping wet heat as she takes me just an inch.
A faint clatter jolts me, and I yank her off her feet. She falls into my arms to cover me as a new group of people steps into view. Another elevator’s worth.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I grind out into her neck. “I’m getting a room. Now.”
She hums into my chest. “Please, yes.”
I use the last vestiges of battery life on the burner to buy the first available Paris Hotel room I find. It could be the basement, the penthouse, I have no idea. I’ve never entered credit card numbers faster.
We stand on opposite sides of the elevator as we return to the ground. Her gaze rakes me up and down, and I shove my hands in my pockets so they aren’t tempted to seek her out.
That doesn’t last. Once we get off, I have to touch her again. Our hands never fully leave each other as we blast past slot machines glinting with promise and poker tables teeming with life. Even if it’s just her fingers laced with mine, or my palm to the small of her back, we never break contact as we dodge the throngs of people here to press their luck.
It’s a buffet of flashing lights and temptation, but she’s the only thing I want.
Once we reach the lobby, it takes three minutes to get our room key. I spend every last one of those one hundred eighty seconds willing myself not to put my hands up Cass’s dress because this clerk did not sign up for a show.
The hunger in Cass’s eyes makes me think she’d allow it.
Finally, key in hand, we hurry to find the elevator bank. Our speed borders on a jog.
“Wow, shops too? A casino and shops inside a hotel. Amazing. And would you look at those sconces?”
I try very hard to care about the sconces, casting a look over my shoulder as we close in on the elevators.
“I wonder if they made a deal with some sort of company. So much decor. As hotels go, this is a ten out of ten.” She tips her head back as I press the going up button. “I’m babbling.”
“It’s cute.”
“Is it?”
“Mhm.”
When the doors open, she drags me in by my collar. “I don’t want to be cute. Not tonight.” She shimmies out of her panties and closes them in my fist.
I lift them to my lips and color explodes across her chest, up her neck.
Tucking them in my pocket, I watch the mirror behind her as I crowd her backward. She braces on the handrail, and I twist her around in one rough jerk, like we’re back on the High Roller. But instead of Vegas, she’s the view.
When I meet her eye in the mirror, her mouth parts, like she can’t believe the sight.
“I agree.” I flick her strap so it falls down her shoulder, exposing her. Just one, so the whole dress doesn’t fall down. “You are fucking perfect.” I bury my face in her neck, biting and soothing with my tongue. Sucking like it’s my right. Her chest heaves as she lets out a needy cry that burrows deep in my brain. I’ll still be replaying it when I’m six feet under.
She spins to face me, lips curled into a grin. I duck my head, taking her hard nipple in my teeth. Her smile bursts as a cry breaks through. She arches her back in offering. It’s graceful and impressive how flexible she is, and I let her know it with a groan pressed into her skin.
Her hands fist my hair. “I need you inside of me.”
The elevator dings. I can’t get her to our room fast enough. The instant we step inside I rip her dress off. She works my shirt up and over my head.
I drop to my knees and back her against the door with a hand pressed to her stomach. The skin inside her thighs is slick as I kiss up her leg, edging closer. She chokes out a noise that could be pleasure or pain. I plant my lips where she’s swollen.
“Luke, fuck,” she pants.
“I love making you swear.” I hook her leg over my shoulder and lavish her with a slow lick. She writhes against my mouth, and I ease a finger inside, testing. And another. “You make me feel like a king, making those sounds when I touch you.”
“Happy to stroke your e—oh. Oh.” My tongue reduces her to a series of breathy moans. I focus on how she needs to be touched, listening to and feeling the signs of her body, but fuck if I don’t also think about how she tastes, how badly I want to bury myself in her. How many ways we can fall apart at each other’s hands and mouths. I will walk out of this room when it’s over wanting to rent another room. Steal another night.
Her legs begin to shake and her anticipation sings in my blood. The need to give her this relief possesses me. I close over her, sucking once. She starts to move in that fuck-me rhythm against my fingers and mouth.
I drag my tongue the length of her and look up to meet her hooded gaze. “Hold on to me.” I curve my wrist and massage her with two fingers deep inside.
She fists my hair as I work her until she whimpers. My thoughts blur at the silken feel of her, the waves of sensation that signal she’s close. I fasten my lips, sucking in tiny bursts until she clenches around my finger, unmistakably tight. Tighter. There. Her cry fills the tiny foyer as she falls apart on my mouth, pulsing on my hand. An answering throb in my cock informs me that making her come is about to be a fucking addiction.
Anchoring her with my body, I plant a kiss on her hip. Her stomach. I tilt my chin. She’s mesmerizing from this angle. My fingers move to her chest, stroking and teasing—myself as much as her. The zipper of my pants bites into where I’m painfully hard and ready for her, but she’s being quiet.
Cass is being quiet.
“Are you okay?”
She pulls her lip between her teeth. “I’m waiting for you to do what you promised. You said after you learned me with your tongue, you’d climb up my body and let me—”
I’m on my feet in an instant, claiming her mouth. Fucking it with my tongue, making her taste her sweetness. There’s no other way to describe it, and dammit, she likes it. She coaxes me with an urging moan. I break away, ready to lay her down on the first flat surface I find.
She drops to her knees, and her quick hands unbutton my pants. “My turn.”
“Cass—”
“Shh.” She drags my jeans and boxers to my ankles. I kick them aside. Any remaining blood in my head surges south to join her. She meets my eye, a pure seductress as she traces a finger from base to tip. “Let me.”
I jerk forward reflexively. My arms brace against the door.
Her hands grip my hips, guiding me forward as she takes me halfway.
I am helpless against the wet slide of her mouth. “I won’t last like this. I want to fuck you.”
Releasing me with an unbearably hot pop, she taunts me with a swirl of her tongue and single kiss to my throbbing crown. “Fuck my mouth first.”
My groan is a growl as I jut forward, sinking inside. “That pretty, filthy mouth.”
She urges me with a hum, and I push even deeper. I hit the back of her throat, and she treats me to another gleeful hum. That she wants to do this, maybe even enjoys it, is my fantasy come to life. It unleashes the animal in me. My cock swells to unbearable tightness at her all-consuming suction. She circles her fingers at the base, stroking in tandem with long, luxurious pulls of her mouth.
I trace her stretched red lips as she takes her fill of me. “I knew you’d feel just like this. So fucking good I can’t stand it.” A breath shudders out of me, and I cup her jaw. “You are—fuck—you are everything.”
She is.
And she’s right here, where I can touch and hold and ravish her. I could be inside her. We could be on the bed, in the shower. Panic mingles with the telltale signs of my impending orgasm for all the ways I want her, but if I don’t make a decision now—
I jerk out of her mouth and snatch my pants off the ground, fishing for the condom. My hands shake with the effort of not painting the fucking wall for how close I am.
She rises from her knees, her pretty eyes wide, as I roll the condom in place.
“Can we?” I beg into the dark.
“Please.”
I lift her against the door and drive inside in one hard push. My lips seek hers. I’m so gone for her I missed kissing her even while she was using that mouth in other incredible ways.
“This will be over very fast.” My voice is hoarse as my fingers dig a hold.
She rolls those talented hips as I increase the speed and pressure of my thrusts. Her nails dig in my back as her legs tighten around my waist. “Fuck me so I feel it tomorrow.”
The whole floor must hear what comes next: her palm slapping the door as I set a wild rhythm, obscenities falling out of my mouth as I grip her ass with one hand and stroke her swollen flesh with the other. Sweat slicks our skin and her breasts spill out of her own hands as we move together. It’s unbearably hot how she touches herself freely, so in command of her own body.
I tug her hair until her mouth falls open, catch her tongue, and suck it hard. “I’m so close. I need you to get there again.” I pull back to glimpse her flushed face. “Show me what you need.”
She tilts her hips and her jaw drops as I bottom out inside her. This is the angle. It is the starting whistle of a race. I do not relent, and my girl doesn’t let me. I bury myself over and over until I hear her voice.
“I’m, oh God, I”—her words are barely spoken, trapped between breaths—“Luke.”
She gasps and tightens around me as I hurtle headlong into a pleasure beyond anything I’ve known. It continues after the throbbing and rippling subsides. Past the physical.
Her face burrows in my neck.
I don’t want to put her down. I don’t think I can.
She doesn’t rush off me, just holds me and presses her lips to my neck. Lets me stay inside of her.
“You,” she whispers, “are incredible in bed. Or should I say against the door?”
This woman. I chuckle in the still-charged air.
She takes me to the edge of desperation, teases me until I think I’ll drop dead from the force of my lust, fulfills my every want, and then seals it with a joke. She is a sweet, hot ray of light—the sun in my arms.
She makes me want to stay in this room forever.