My God, she was stunning in every way.
He didn’t take his eyes off her the whole time as he walked up to her. Hell, he couldn’t not look at her—his smart, sassy, bold, confident, and fiery woman. She was made for him; he was made for her. Never had two people been so perfectly matched. Everyone else in the whole casino faded away, a sea of shadowy bodies in shades of gray, and she alone was in Technicolor to him. Her flames of hair, her emerald eyes, the creamy skin of her strong legs, the clingy black skirt, the sexy green top, and the silver bracelet on her wrist that slipped a few inches as she placed her two cards down, splitting her hand. She was all color to him, radiant, high-definition color, bright and beautiful. She was the only one he saw, the only one he ever wanted to see.
The sight of her turned the temperature in his body all the way up, reaching volcanic levels as he neared her. He swore he could smell her, the sexy-sweet scent of her neck, her hair, her body. He inhaled, and it wafted through him. Or maybe it was just his imagination because she was permanently ingrained in his senses, the imprint of her scent a homing device connecting them.
She didn’t see him walking over to her, nor did Brent, so he could do his favorite thing.
Surprise her.
First, he gently fingered a strand of her hair, a soft curl at the ends. A fluttery, barely-there touch, but enough for her to tighten her shoulders, then turn to him. The second she saw him, her eyes lit up. They were sparkling with excitement. It had only been eight hours since he’d seen her, but it felt like weeks, and to be greeted like this was one of the very many reasons he intended to put a ring on her finger this weekend.
Moving quickly, he bent his head to her ear. “I know where those pearls have been, and it makes me so fucking hard to see them on you in public.”
She shivered, then tugged him to her, angling his erection against her hip. “Is this for me?” she whispered in his ear, her voice like a shot of desire through his system, ratcheting him up another notch.
“All for you. Only for you. And I need you now.”
She tossed her cards on the table. “I think this hand is a bust,” she said to the dealer, but kept her eyes on Clay.
His brother stared at him with a knowing look on his face. “You dog,” Brent said, grinning, like he knew what Clay was about to do.
Clay clapped him on his back, and gave him a big hug. “I’ve missed you. And I owe you big time. And we’re going to see your show in twenty minutes and have a drink or two after. But right now—”
Brent cut him off, waving his hand. “I gotta go too. The stage beckons.”
Minutes later they were in the elevator, and they weren’t alone. Surrounded by other guests, Clay aligned his body with hers, her back to his front. She wriggled subtly, and he hissed under his breath. “Careful.”
“Or what?” she tossed back.
When the elevator reached their floor, letting them out, he spun her around, her chest pressed to the wall, and pinned both of her wrists above her head. “Or this,” he said, lining his body up against hers, and sliding his free hand up, up, up the inside of her leg until he reached her panties. “Or I will fuck you in the hall.”
“You say that like I wouldn’t want you to fuck me in the hall,” she said.
“You say that like you wouldn’t care about anyone seeing us,” he said, rubbing his hard cock against her. Off in the distance, he was vaguely aware of another guest leaving a room and heading in their direction to the elevators.
“I wouldn’t care, Clay. I just want you,” she said. “Now, please can we finish what we started with the texts?”
He moved his hand from between her legs, up to her breasts, palming one delicious globe in his free hand. “You want me to fuck your breasts?”
“I do. I really do.”
He dropped her wrists, grabbed a hand, and led her into their room a few doors down. The door was still closing as she stripped off her skirt, her shirt, her bra, her breasts tumbling free while he shucked off his clothes.
With only her red-soled heels on, she moved to the bed, and spread herself out on the royal-blue covers, then pressed her breasts together. “Come here,” she said, huskily.
“That’s a double entendre,” he said playfully as he stalked over to her.
“I know. Now straddle me. Climb over me,” she said, her eyes never leaving his as she started giving the orders. He didn’t know it was possible to be more aroused than he had been a few moments ago. But it was possible, because he was aching. His dick throbbed, to the point of painful with the need to have her.
“Touch yourself first.”