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“Very.” She’d never had such a strong reaction to a man. Her body grew more sensitive with every step. The bra caressed her like a lover, and her silk underwear tantalized and teased where they rubbed against her swollen clit. If he could do all this by holding my hand, what would sex be like? The naughty musing embarrassed her. Still, once the seed was planted, it refused to leave. Like a devil on her shoulder her conscience whispered all the reasons why she should take him to her room and make love until the sun rose or they collapsed from exhaustion, whichever came first. I probably misread things.

  “Do you mind if we go in a side door?” His words broke the amicable silence held between them.

  “Not at all.”

  They walked through a side entrance to the elevators on the back side, and he pressed the round button in.

  “Can I walk you to your room?”

  “Sure.” There were no warning bells chiming in her head, and it was far too crowded to try anything. Besides, Mya should be in their room by now. Ding. The elevator reached the bottom floor, and opened. They stepped into the empty square.

  “What floor?” His finger hovered over the double row of buttons.

  “Eight.”

  He pressed it in. The car lurched to a start and began to ascend. It went up three floors when his finger shot out once more, and alarm bells rang.

  “You’ll have to forgive me, but I couldn’t’ live with myself if I didn’t do this.”

  “W-wh—”

  The words were muffled by the softness of his lips. His broad chest and the welcome weight of his body trapped her against the wall. Opening her mouth she allowed his seeking tongue entrance. Rational thought fled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nerve endings rapid fired, and her body went up in flames. He lifted her up with ease, and she wound her legs around him, impressed. His thick length lined up to her throbbing core. She growled in her throat. He thrust forward, and she ripped her mouth away.

  “Oh!”

  He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nipped, and pulled away. “Come to my room?”

  “Yes.”

  He turned with her still in his arms and pressed the bell to turn it off. The speaker crackled to life.

  “Do you need help?” a male voice crackled.

  “Sorry there’s a kid in here who pressed it.”

  “Okay.” The speaker clicked off.

  Kansas covered her mouth, giggling. The elevator hummed to life and began to move. “You can set me down. I know I must be heavy.”

  “I like you where you are. If I set you down someone else might get an eyeful, if you know what I mean. Besides, you’re fine. A woman shouldn’t look like a twig.” The fire that blazed to life in his eyes told her he meant every word. There was a story behind those words. “To be honest, I’ve been dying to get my hands on that ass since I watched you walk out of the bar.” Balancing her against the wall he slid his hands down to massage the mentioned area. The sensuous rub-down made her purr.

  He traced her lips with his tongue, and she sucked the member into her mouth. His eyes rounded. She deepened the kiss, coaxing a moan. Their tongues touched, tangled, and glided like a slow bump and grind as they took the time to really explore. A chime sounded in the distance. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt raw and vulnerable. Stripped down and bared to his piercing stare she pulled back, sucked down air, and rested her head on his shoulder. Is this what people talk about when they say they knew they met their mate?

  Hiking her up, his arms supported her ass as he exited the elevator. “You okay?” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending a shudder down her spine.

  “I will be once we get to your room.”

  “Oh, you are speaking my language.” With his long strides, they reached his room in no time. “Can you reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet? My key is in there.”

  “Touch that sexy ass of yours? Twist my arm why don’t you?” Reaching around him, she removed the wallet from his back pocket. “You’re awful trusting.” She shot him a coy look.

  “We both know you’re not going anywhere until we’re both good and satisfied, and that’s going to take a while.”

  Her breath quickened. “W-Why?”

  “Because I won’t stop until I taste ever inch of your body, and make you come until you have nothing left to give.”

  She squeezed him between her thighs. “You think you can keep up with me, pretty boy?”

  “I know I can.”

  “It’s been a while. I have a lot of pent-up energy to ride off.”

  “You should shut that pretty mouth of yours and open the door before I take you right here in the open.”

  The thought excited her. Her breath quickened, and he smirked.

  “Naughty girl, do you like to be watched?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Maybe we’ll find out before the night is over.”

  He turned to the side to give her easy access to the door lock. Her hands shook as she slid the card in the lock and took it back out.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t share you just yet.”

  She pushed the cool metal handle down. The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

  That simple sound acted like a buzzer signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between his lips and began a tango of tongues. He tasted sweet and fiery, like his drink. Tilting her head to get a better taste, she buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair. In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

  With him she was an Amazon woman. There was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was heady. Bending over his body, her dark hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

  “Me first.”

  “We can do it however you want it, Kansas.”

  This is crazy. She swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she tugged upward. “This has to go. I want to see you.”

  “Only if I can see you.”

  She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Sitting up she tried not to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her. Her hands shook as she removed her shirt before she lost the nerve.

  “You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

  “So are you.” She ran her hands down his chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

  “I can feel you through your jeans Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

  “Soaked.”

  “I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

  She gasped. The tension built inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He ground harder. Her heart raced, and her breath caught.

  “I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

  “Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

  The words took her higher, and the rough material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her for purchase.r />
  “Damn, you are even sexier when you’re screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent, and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile. Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that. He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his intense stare.

  “I think we’re both wearing too much clothing, darling,” he whispered.

  “Agreed.”

  He rolled her onto her back. “I want to undress you.” Unbuttoning the top of her jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

  “So hot.” He swirled his thumb around her clit. “And wet.” Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and she bucked.

  “That’s it, Sas. Let me see you come again.”

  He circled her entrance, pulled out, and pushed back inside.

  “Jesus!”

  “You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how you’ll grip my cock.”

  She moaned.

  “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time with his hand.

  “That’s it, Sas, fuck my fingers, I want you to come apart for me.”

  Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids. For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were music to her ear.

  “Don’t you dare come.”

  He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it, Beauty.”

  “Good.” She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her knees. “I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky, white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the head. His hands stilled.

  She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like watching you.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds. Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

  He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

  She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

  “Definitely.”

  “Condom?”

  “On the night stand.”

  She arched a brow. Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

  “I did it when you blanked on me.”

  “Ahh, I like a man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in place in moments. He twitched in her hand, and she squeezed him gently.

  “Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

  “Saddle up, little filly.” He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his eyes.

  The humor swept away the nervousness edging in, and she chuckled.

  “There’s the smile.” His lips twitched upward.

  She climbed onto him, guided him inside her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

  “Oooh.” Her lower lip shook as he breached her. His thickness filled every inch and then some. Even slickened with her honeyed moisture it was slow going. She wiggled her hips to work her way down.

  “Holy mother, you are tight.” He gritted his teeth, his body stock still as he waited for her to adjust. His hand moved between them to stroke her tender bud. It was a pleasurable pain that had her back on the edge. Her walls gave way. Fully seated she breathed through the slight burn.

  “You okay, Sas?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “You tell me when.”

  “Now.” She planted her feet on the bed, pushed up and dropped back down, over and over. He hit a spot inside her that made her see stars, and she broke apart. Clutching her hips tight, he let her set the pace as he supported her weight. Her body shook, and her walls cinched.

  “Shit! I’m going to come.” He cried out, his voice husky and full of gravel.

  “Me, too.”

  They strained together. Beads of sweat ran down her back. She braced her hand on his chest. One last swirl of her hips and he gave up the ghost, taking her with him. Heat flooded her canal. Her eyes popped open. The blissful expression on his face caused horror and awe. He was an angel carved from granite with his strong jaw, clenched, and full pink lips open in a grunt of ecstasy. His long lashed lids popped open to reveal vibrant dark green eyes that saw beneath her surface layers. He’d marked her as surely as she had marked him. This meeting of souls was so much more than a quick roll in the hay.

  “I guess we don’t do anything halfway.”

  “No.” She shook her head. After watching her mother drag her father’s heart through the mud on an almost daily basis this was the last thing she’d ever wanted. However, with it in her grasp, she couldn’t turn her back.

  Chapter Two

  “Hey, man, you need to get your ass in gear. We’re going to be late for the panel.” Aiden’s voice pierced through the veil of sleep.

  “Ugh.” Jett groaned. The warm body blanketing him made it hard to focus. His dick twitched. Hard for my mind to focus anyways.

  “Ooh shit! Man I-I’m sorry.”

  Kansas rolled out of bed like a barrel going over a water fall, taking the covers with her. She landed with a loud thud. His mood blackened.

  “What the hell, Aiden!” He sat up and curled his lip up, and threw his hands in the air.

  His best friend and co-worker covered his eyes. “I didn’t see anything.” He gestured wide with his hand and backed toward the door. “All I’m saying is we need to be at the panel in twenty-minutes.”

  “All right, just, get out of here!”

  “Yeap, going, sorry, Ma’am.” He stumbled back out the way he came, and Jett flopped onto his back.

  “FUCK!”

  “Jay.” Her voice quavered.

  He turned to his right. Kansas’s head popped up over the side of the bed. “Yeah.”

  “Am I dreaming, or did Aiden Archer just walk in here and see me naked?”

  He stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek. “If I lied and said no, would it make you feel any better?”

  “You son of a bitch! Cosplayer my ass!” She took to her feet, placed her hands on her hips, and delivered a glare that would curdle milk.

  “You’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”

  She grabbed the pillow closest to him and pegged him in the face. “I trusted you! I thought what we had a special thing going!”

  He tossed the pillow away. “It was! I’m still the same man you talked to last night.”

  “No.” She shook her head. The hurt visible in her eyes made him ache. “You’re not. You’re a liar.”

  “No, I’m not. My friends call me Jay.” It was true even if he was grasping at threads.

  “You looked me in the face and lied. How can I believe anything else that comes out of your mouth? For all I know you do this every con.”

  “I would never do that, Kansas!”

  “Why should I believe you?”

  “Because it’s the truth!” Exasperated he moved from the bed and approached her with caution. His eyes scanned the area for any other weapons available for tossing. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was going to, but then that nosey bartender came
over and interrupted me.” He shook his head, lowered himself to his knees in front of her, grabbed her hands and squeezed. “Last night was real. Everything I said, the way I felt, were all true. I swear to you. I want nothing more than to talk to you about this right now, but I have to go. Please tell me you’ll wait.”

  “Ja—Jett … what do I even call you?”

  “Whatever you want, Sas.”

  She shook her head. A knock sounded.

  “Fifteen minutes. No pressure … sorry,” Aiden called.

  “You should start getting dressed.” She looked down at their hands.

  “Will you be here when I get back, Kansas?”

  “I-I don’t know.”

  His heart dropped. Time was running down, and she was noncommittal. “Kansas.”

  “I’m not the lying type, Jett. Best I can give you is a promise to think it through completely.” She slipped her hands free.

  He ran a hand through his hair. “Okay … fair enough.”

  She sighed. “Go get in the shower. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Thank you!” He sprang up from the floor, did a mad dash to the bathroom, slid across the smooth floor, started up the shower and jumped in. The freezing cold water took care of his morning wood. A quick soap down later he toweled off his wet body, and ran into the room. The sight of a fresh pair of jeans, mid-sleeved green shirt, boxer, socks, and shoes lined up at the end of the bed gave him hope.

  “You are amazing!”

  “Yeah, I know.” She managed a shaky smile. Still wrapped in the bed sheets she looked uncertain and shy. He’d damaged the instant connection they had, but he knew it could be fixed. Dressed in two minutes flat, he pilfered a kiss, taking her by surprise. Her eyes went wide, but she responded with the same passion from the night before.

  “To help you decide.” He ran for the door, pulling on his shoes, and allowed himself one glance back before he walked out the door. Aiden waited, leaned against the opposite wall.

  “Dude, what the hell?”

  “I know, I’m sorry.”

  “Forget about the oversleeping.” Aiden waved toward the door with his massive hand. At six foot five, Aiden towered over everyone who wasn’t a professional athlete. “What was that? Slumming at a con? How is that going to help your situation any? If the press got a hold of it—”