One Wild Vegas Night (3 page)

“Whose room do we go to?” Sol asked between kisses.

“Hey you’ve got the suite,” she managed to say.

Sol chuckled against her and leaned over to press the button to his floor. “And I think we need to make good use of it.” His tone was suggestive, filling her mind with erotic images; Sol above her in his bed, her bent over the couch while he took her from behind, the two of them in the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist.

When the elevator arrived, Sol all but carried her to his room, only breaking away from her long enough to open the door and turn on the light. They fell into the room, their lips and tongues moving together in a wild rhythm, Hannah’s hands pushing Sol’s jacket from his broad shoulders even before the door shut behind them.

Sol dropped his jacket to the floor before wrapping his arms around her, lifting her easily to carry her farther into the room. Hannah kicked off her heels and then began to work on the buttons of his shirt, possessed with an urgent need to get his clothes off, to get them skin to skin.

Her fingers deftly worked his shirt open and she pushed the fabric from him, forcing him to drop his arms. As he did, she pulled away to look at him and her breath caught at the sight. He was like the models you saw on the covers of male fitness magazines, his body a sculpted display of hard muscles and coiled strength, so perfect it made her breath catch. He was too good to be true.

“You’re perfect,” she sighed, before leaning into him to trail a line of kisses along his chest, her nails scratching lightly over the lines of his abs. His skin was smooth and hot beneath her lips, and the deep groan that rumbled out of him caused a pleasured ache between her legs. His arms encircled her and as his hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, sparks moved across her where his fingers brushed her skin.

Overwhelmed by the sheer maleness of him, Hannah moved over his chest in a flurry of kisses, licks, and bites that elicited a growl from Sol. A primal, utterly male sound that sent her body into overdrive.

As he slipped the dress from her, exposing her bare breasts, Sol pushed Hannah away so he could look at her. She trembled slightly, but as his gaze moved over her body, fire sparked deep in his eyes; his expression turned possessive, almost predatory.

She gasped as he pulled her to him, their voices joined in a deep moan of pleasure at the feel of their naked skin pressed together for the first time. Then they kissed in a frantic motion of lips and tongues, clutching each other with an undeniable intensity, the heat between them scorching. Hannah felt herself lifted, Sol’s arms so firm around her, and then they tumbled onto the bed.

In a few rough moves their remaining clothes were gone and they were both naked, their hands running all over each other. As Sol lovingly traced the curves of her breasts before his fingers circled and tweaked her nipples, she explored the ridges and lines of his chest and back.

“
Dios,
Hannah. You are so fucking sexy.” Sol’s voice was low, guttural, and she felt washed away by him. She ran her hand down, squeezing an ass that was too, too perfect, and he jerked toward her, his erection grinding against her hip.

As she touched him, he teased her nipples till they tingled with an almost painful pleasure. When it became too intense, her head thrashed against the pillow and Sol moved his hands lower, skimming over her stomach, his touch soft, yet so arousing it left her panting.

When his hands reached her soft curls, he suddenly cupped her whole sex, causing her to gasp and arch against him, the heel of his palm pressed hard against her clitoris for one wonderful moment. Then he released her and slipped his fingers between her folds, groaning low in his throat at the wetness he found there.

“So fucking sexy.” His voice was hoarse and, as he pressed against her sensitive flesh, Hannah jackknifed against him, one hand gripping him hard, her other twisted in the sheets. Sol gave a satisfied groan and then pressed his fingers deeper, exploring every inch of her sex, flicking over her lips and clitoris in a way that soon had her writhing against him.

“Sol,” she cried out, “I’m close.”

“Come for me.” He all but growled the words. When his finger zeroed in on her small bundle of nerves she did exactly as he said, her body exploding in wave after wave of fiery pleasure.

Body locked tight, head thrown back against the pillows, loud gasps of pleasure escaping her, Hannah rode the waves till they began to subside. When she was once again able to focus, she looked up. Sol was propped up on his side looking down at her, eyes dark with passion, face tight with need.

With no hesitation Hannah’s hand moved to grasp Sol’s erection. A sharp hiss of breath escaped him at the contact and his body tensed in a dazzling display of muscle. As she grasped his engorged flesh, she felt a moment of unease about the thought of taking him inside her. He was the largest man she’d ever been with and it was a bit daunting, but as she ran her hand down the full length of it to the base and then back up, she felt another rush of wetness between her legs and a desperate need to be filled by him.

As she worked him, she could hear him pant, could feel the shudders run through him. After a few more strokes, his hand came down on hers, pulling her away. Before she could protest, Sol pressed her back and covered her, positioning her center at the very head of his erection.

Her lids dropped and she shifted her weight underneath him, loving the feel of his weight against her, reveling in the sensation of his broad head rubbing along her folds and over her still-sensitive clitoris. Sol flexed his lower body until she could feel his cock head nudging at her entrance, but when he didn’t push inside Hannah gave a frustrated groan. She was so needy, so achy; she had to have him inside her now, needed him filling her completely.

Not able to wait any longer, she gripped his ass and pulled him into her, guiding him inside her with a cry of pleasure. Sol’s body tensed against her, his muscles bunched and strained, his groan of pleasure mingled with her own cry.

When he was all the way inside her, his thickness stretching her deliciously, Sol paused. His head dropped down and he kissed her deeply, his tongue moving sensuously against hers. As their tongues twined, Sol began to move inside her, thrusting in a slow, controlled motion that drew out each single sensation. He moved masterfully above her and soon they were both panting and shuddering.

Sol raised his head, looking down at her with a fierce gaze. As he rocked into her, Hannah felt herself slipping away, felt completely overtaken by the man who worked her body with such passionate skill. Her hands clutched at him, her nails digging into his skin, and he shuddered as he continued to thrust slowly against her.

Bodies tight with tension, hearts pounding, skin slicked with sweat; they moved together slowly, deliberately. Slowly, slowly, slowly…

And then their control broke. With a growl Sol pinned Hannah’s wrists to the bed and he began pounding into her, a relentless motion that demanded her reaction. Gasping, Hannah raised her knees, her lower body tilting to allow him to press even more deeply inside her.

Sol was like an animal over her, his eyes fierce, his expression wild. Guttural groans and growls rumbled out of him and she was soon caught up in that wildness. She matched his movement, her own cries escaping her, as he held her down, so dominant, so forceful.

With every savage thrust, Hannah could feel the growing pressure at her core, could feel that growing sense of ecstasy that would soon have her exploding in a shattering climax. She was close, could so easily surrender to it and tip over the edge, but she suddenly wanted to be on top of him. Wanted to be the one in charge.

She pulled against his hands and Sol released her straight away. Pushing at his chest, Hannah flipped him over till she was straddling him. She held herself above him for a moment, taking in the sight of his magnificent body stretched underneath her, and then in one movement she slid down his erection, their altered position creating new sensations inside her. With her hands pressed to Sol’s chest, Hannah raised her body up, till he almost slipped out of her, and then she slammed back down with force.

As she worked his full length in and out of her hot, wet sex, Sol gripped her waist, his head thrown back in utter abandon, the ridges of his muscles standing out in sharp relief. Hannah felt his growing tension, felt her own body tensing as it came ever closer to that inevitable conclusion.

She slid along his thick length once, twice, a third time. Sol’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist, the muscles in his arms and neck straining. Right on the edge, a few more thrusts, and then she was coming, her body sparking in a blinding release. Hannah screamed, her inner walls clutching at Sol’s cock so hard that his release was triggered.

He arched beneath her, their bodies coming off the mattress with the force, and she could feel his seed shooting deep inside her, the sensation making her own climax last for endless moments. Every muscle tensed, their bodies twitching with their orgasms, they pressed together, lost to anything but their shared ecstasy.

And then the pleasure released them and Hannah collapsed against Sol’s chest. His hands reached up to stroke her back and for a moment, all she could hear was the racing of his heart and their panting breaths. After a while she moved off him, curling into his side and looking up at the most satisfied male expression she’d ever seen. She smiled. “Wow. That was…
Wow
.”

“Oh hell yeah it was.”

She snuggled against him, but he rolled to his front. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Room service, champagne and steak.”

Hannah laughed. “Champagne and steak, at this time of night?”

“
Si.
I’m hungry and besides, this
is
Vegas. And anyway…” he flashed her a mischievous grin. “If I refuel I’ll be good to go again in a little while.”

Her mouth fell open at that but then she flicked him a mischievous grin of her own. “Somehow I think you’d be good to go right now.”

He raised his brows and shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m still hungry.” He began to reach for the phone but Hannah cupped his face, turning him to face her.

“We can eat in a little while.” And she pulled his lips down to hers.

C
HAPTER
T
HREE

The sun piercing through the chinks in the curtain drew Sol from sleep. His head ached and his mouth felt dry, but he was also filled with a sense of utter contentment and the feminine sigh from the other side of the bed told him why. Hannah.

They’d shared an incredible night, taking each other, ordering room service, and then taking each other again and again until they were finally spent. He frowned. He also had a hazy recollection of the elevator and a white building, but they wouldn’t have gone out again, would they? Sol’s gaze moved over the room, noting the empty bottles of champagne.

Well, with that much alcohol inside them who knew what they had got up to. It had certainly been the wild night he’d wanted and they still had the morning together. With a contented chuckle he stretched luxuriously, his body hardening at the thought of leisurely making love to Hannah before taking her to breakfast. When he rolled over toward her, she was awake and watching him.

“
Buenos días.
Good morning.”

“Morning,” she replied, smiling at him. She looked delicious, her eyes heavy with sleep, her hair spilling across her shoulders, her expression relaxed.

“Did you sleep well?”

She laughed. “Yes. After what we got up to last night I don’t think an earthquake would have woken me.”

He laughed. “Yeah, you were pretty wild.”

“
I
was wild? And you’re so sweet and innocent.” Sol shrugged, loving this easy banter. It would not be like this with Anita.

Fuck
Anita!
Sol checked his watch; the mating ceremony was in eight hours. All his contentment vanished.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Hannah had rolled to her side, looking at him with a worried expression.

Sol forced himself to smile. “Nothing. Just a bit of a headache.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I think I need a shower and then some coffee.” She pushed the covers away and sat up, flicking her hair off her shoulder as she did to expose her neck—and the bite mark standing out like a red slash against the white of her skin.

Sol shot up and grabbed Hannah, pulling her closer so he could see. “Hey, what are you doing?” She cried out in surprise.

His throat felt thick, his stomach writhing as he gazed at the mark. “Your neck,” he managed to say. “I, I bit you.”

“What?” Hannah’s hand flew to her neck. “Ouch, that’s sore.” And then she was up and moving to the bathroom.

Sol fell back against the pillows, shocked to his core. He’d marked her; he’d actually sunk his teeth into her during the night, though he couldn’t remember doing it. But the evidence was undeniable. This was bad.

For his kind, mating was sealed by the male marking the female with his bite during sex. That he’d done this to Hannah, when he was meant to be mating another female this very evening, was unforgivable.