home » Romance » Terry Towers » What Happens In Vegas.... Doesn't Always Stay There » What Happens In Vegas.... Doesn't Always Stay There Page 7

What Happens In Vegas.... Doesn't Always Stay There Page 7
Author: Terry Towers

How in the hell do women walk in those? He certainly saw the appeal. Her legs looked incredible in them; the muscle in the back of her calf took on a sexy heart shape – although he suspected her legs would look good regardless of whether she was wearing them or not.

“I’m sorry, you…” He noticed her body tremble in a shiver and breathed a sigh of relief at finding an excuse that didn’t make him appear like an overzealous adolescent. “… look like you’re about to catch your death from the cold.”

The look she gave him said she seriously doubted that was the real reason for his haste.

Dane groaned inwardly. Yep, get out the hand lotion ladies and gentlemen, Dane Porter will be cumming alone tonight.

 

 

Chapter 4

~ Genevieve ~

It felt like her heart was about to explode through her chest, it was beating so quickly. The elevator was whizzing up the shaft and was seconds away from arriving on the 25th floor, where their rooms were located. She was still unsure of what to do when they arrived at their rooms.

She wanted him. There was no doubt in her mind over that, but she was still a little paranoid that maybe it was her fault the sex with Alex was mediocre. And what happened after the deed was done? Did she say thanks, get dressed and leave? Or did he expect her to stay the entire night, their limbs entwined in the embrace of lovers? She just didn’t know.

Who am I kidding, I’m not a one-night stand girl. Shit. It took me over a year just to give myself to Alex; fucking some man after only knowing him a few hours just isn’t my thing.

Who would it hurt, really, a voice in the back of her mind questioned. One night of passion with a gorgeous, sexy man making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Maybe you’ll discover it was never you. You won’t know until you take the plunge.

But what if it was? She doubted her already currently fragile ego could handle that realization.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing an empty corridor. Sliding an arm over her shoulders, Dane urged her out of the elevator and into the hallway. She trembled at his touch, but unlike out on the sidewalk her trembling came out of anticipation.

“Shit. You’re still cold?” His arm around her shoulder tightened as he pulled her closer to his warmth. “Going to have to get you out of those clothes. We should have grabbed a cab. I’m sorry, Ginny.”

Slipping her arm around his waist, she cuddled tight to him. The muscles of his back felt amazing under the fabric of his shirt. She imagined his body was magnificent under the layers of clothing and craved to find out.

“This is much better.” She looked up and caught his gaze. “But perhaps getting out of these clothes and having a long warm shower would be a good idea.”

She watched as his jaw clenched and heat flared up in his eyes. Her grip on his shirt tightened and she rubbed herself against his side, allowing her body to take over her actions.

Don’t think, just feel, she coached herself.

They stopped walking and Dane looked over her shoulder to the door they stopped in front of, room 25-205. “This is me.”

She jerked her head toward the other end of the hallway. “I’m down there.”

Dane placed his palm to her cheek and ran his thumb across her lower lip. “It’s late.”

“It is.” Not able or wanting to resist her urges any longer she took his thumb into her mouth.

She nipped lightly before slowly sucking it in.

Dane’s eyes closed and he groaned softly as he spun her around and pressed her back against his door. “We could go to your suite… if you want.” His voice was low and gravelly. He sounded like he was straining to hold back and God, she wanted to be the one to break him – but not in her room. Not with the champagne and roses and rose petals meant for her and another man. She didn’t want any feelings toward Alex – good or bad – interfering with the pleasure she was determined to feel tonight at the hands of such a beautiful man.

Dane slid his thumb from her mouth and quickly replaced it with his lips. They came crashing down on hers as he pressed his body against hers, securing her against the wall. The bulge in his pants expanded rapidly as he pressed against her.

Moaning against his lips as his tongue sought out hers, her arousal went from simmering to explosive in seconds. The ache between her legs intensified, needing the relief that only his rock hard arousal rubbing against her could provide.

He groaned as he pulled away from her and looked down the hallway with urgency. “Which one is yours?”

“Why go to mine when your room is right behind me?” She brushed her lips along the side of his neck, and was rewarded by another low grumble from him. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain why she didn’t want to go to her room.

He hesitated and then nodded. Reaching into his inner pocket, he pulled out his card key and inserted it into the reader. The door beeped and they were in. Genevieve tossed her purse onto the floor, while she kicked off her heels, not caring where any of it landed.

“We need a shower.” Dane pulled the Evil Dead t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor, along with the button-down shirt underneath, a couple of buttons breaking off in his haste.

Lifting her hands above her head she waited for him to remove her t-shirt and took the opportunity to admire the hard lines of his chest and abdominals. He was indeed beautiful, like he’d stepped out of the pages of a magazine. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and off, tossing it to the floor with his.

“Oh no… Shit, I’m sorry, Ginny.”

She lowered her arms and followed his eyes to her chest. The cream-coloured dress was stained with red and pink blotches.

“No big deal.” Grabbing him by his front belt loop she began pulling him into the main room.

“Where’s the shower?” She glanced around the main room, not really interested in the spectacular décor. There would be time to explore the room later.

He hesitated. “Are you sure?”

She redirected her attention back to him. “About? The dress will be fine.” She doubted it, but wasn’t about to ruin the mood over a stained dress, regardless of the price or designer.

“Tonight. Normally I’d be all for this, but I’m –”

“Don’t be.” She stepped up to him and placed her palms flat on his chest. The muscles flexed as her fingers traced the sharp contours. “If you didn’t notice already, I’m kinda into the idea.”

Search
Terry Towers's Novels
» The CEO and the Girl from the Coffee Shop
» An Heir for the Billionaire
» What Happens In Vegas.... Doesn't Always Stay There