Midnight Fever (Men of Midnight #5)(8)

He should be mad at her because she'd been avoiding him. But she'd called him and here he was and he wasn't letting her slip through his fingers again, no sir. No flies on him. He'd put his pride away for a chance to get his hands on all that smooth ivory skin.

Kay came around the table to stand next to him, looking at him as if for instruction. She was super smart, but this apparently baffled her. The question of sex came up, she more or less said yes, and then waited, as if uncertain of his reaction.

Well, he knew what to do, if he could only keep his hard-on from crippling him long enough to get to his house or her hotel, whichever was closest.

Kay said something. Her mouth moved and he heard her voice as if coming from a long way away. He shook his head as if he could rattle his brains into reason.

"What?"

She looked a little lost, as if unsure what came next.

Okay, he knew what came next. Though it seemed strange that she was unsure, because Nick was certain his dick was so hard it was sending signals out into space that she could pick up in her fillings.

"Nick," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "Did you-did we pay?"

"Yeah," he answered automatically, though a teensy bit of doubt clouded his already clouded mind. But yeah-he'd thrown two Ben Franklins on the table. Enough to cover the bill and leave a really nice tip in case he ever came back, because running out like they were doing was really uncool.

Though necessary.

He took her elbow hard. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough for her to understand that she was coming with him. Only where? He steered her toward the door, hoping he could make it down to the garage where his car was. The restaurant was attached to a big hotel, which was great for parking.

But just as he reached the elaborate, big glass doors, Kay tugged. "No," she said. 

No? No?

Nick stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at her. She didn't want this? Oh dear God. Well, he wasn't proud. He'd just fall to his knees and beg.

But it wasn't bad news, it was good news.

"I'm staying in the hotel," Kay said softly-and turned bright red.

Nick's palms broke out in a sweat. She was staying here? In this hotel? They were basically an elevator ride away from sex?

"Good," he said, and steered them toward the side door of the restaurant, which led into the hotel via a long slate-tiled corridor. They crossed the coolly elegant lobby that, thank God, was decorated in a spare, ultramodern style. There was absolutely nothing to stop him from walking in a straight line toward the bank of brushed-aluminum elevators, because if he'd had to navigate a series of couches and tables …

No way. Not enough bandwidth in his head.

Nick looked at her when they reached the elevator. Kay called it and they waited in silence. There was a musical ping and the doors opened onto an empty car. He ushered her in with a hand to her back. Kay pressed 9, the doors silently closed and the car lifted.

They were both staring ahead, Nick's hand still at her back. He looked at the elevator doors, not daring to look at her.

"I'm not going to kiss you," he told the doors. His voice was low and rough. "I can't. If I start kissing you, I won't be able to stop." He smoothed a hand down the jacket that hid his hard-on.

He could see them reflected in the doors, could see her looking at him. Her breath came out in a rush and she nodded shakily.

At the door to her room, Kay's hand was shaking too badly to insert the magnetic card. "Sorry," she whispered.

Nick took it from her hand, inserted it, ushered her over the threshold, inserted it into the slot that allowed the lights to turn on. A dim light in the corridor lit up. They were kissing before the door swung shut.

He held her head still for his kiss, tunneling his hands through all that soft hair. She had enough hair for six women and it was all curling around his fingers. The ceiling light in the corridor was just enough to see her when he lifted his head for air.

That pale, pale skin was pink, except for her mouth, which was red from his. Oh God, she was almost preternaturally beautiful right now, so desirable he didn't know what to do next. Kiss her again, yeah. But touch her, all over, press against her so he felt every inch of her. And he wanted to be inside her so badly his dick hurt.

He curled his hands around her skull and kissed her again, like that kiss back in DC. Only better because this was going to lead straight to sex, unless he had a heart attack first.

Her mouth was soft, wet, welcoming. He plunged, eager to taste her. She sighed into his mouth, arms folding around his neck. He slanted his head for a deeper taste. His feet moved forward and she naturally opened her legs, and oh man, his dick was right there, pressed against her. Felt so good. If not for their clothes, he could slide right in.