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IT TOOK ALL OF MY WILL to keep the casual look on my face as I waited for him to respond. He was staring at me with a stony expression, as if he were trying to read me in some way. I’d chided him about the fact that I couldn’t read his mind. He didn’t know I was the phoenix, but it hadn’t taken me long to pin down his paranormal classification. He was an angel, which meant he might be able to slink inside and detect my emotions. I did my best to keep that from happening.
I cut my eyes away from him and pretended to study a couple across the bar while I waited for him to respond.
“Your room or mine?”
His voice was low and a little husky. It sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. I swallowed a drink of my blue devil, then carefully set the glass down. My gaze flicked back to him, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Mine’s closer.”
That was a lie. Nothing in the Hotel was ever far from reach, and if we mentally set our destination to my room, then we would be automatically pointed there by the most direct route. I stood, and so did he. Even with me in my heels, he was at least a head taller than me. I flicked my head in a “follow me” motion and took off through the hotel.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Selena watching. She raised a bottle and jiggled it back and forth. I nodded with a grin. My feet felt light as I moved through the lobby, cutting around the front desk, where stood a man who was so built that he made me do a double-take. His jet-black hair was a little on the long side, and brilliant blue eyes met mine. When he spoke to the clerk, without looking away from me, I heard Ireland in his voice. With an internal shrug, I thought absently that if things didn’t work out with Vicente, I might have to hunt down this guy.
But I’d forgotten about the Irish dude by the time the angel and I were in the purple hallway that I recognized as the one that would take me to my suite. I didn’t have to wonder if Vicente was still behind me; he was so close I felt the heat of his body radiating down my back. His expression remained unreadable as he waited for me to open the door.
Inside I saw immediately the bottle of bourbon Selena had gestured to me from the bar. It was open, and there were two glasses with ice. “I can always count on her. Best bartender I ever knew,” I chuckled as I approached it, one arm outstretched for the liquor.
I gasped when Vicente’s hands touched me, one of them slinking around to splay across my stomach and the other grabbing me by the throat.
“Mmmm,” I murmured. “I didn’t know angels liked to play rough.”
His fingers gently urged my head back, presenting my neck for his teeth to graze. “How do you know I’m an angel?”
Shrugging, I drew my lip between my teeth before speaking. “I’ve encountered your kind before. Been around the block, so to speak.”
His hand moved up, palming a breast through the leather of my vest. “Tell me. What are you?”
I liked the gravely way he spoke, because I knew it was a response to the way I was wiggling my ass against his hips, teasing his already-hard cock. “Kiss me.”
Leaving no opportunity for argument, I swiveled in his arms and claimed his lips even as I reached for the lapel of his jacket. With a sure tug, I yanked it down off his shoulders as he took his hands from around my waist so that it would fall to the floor.
Immediately, he reached for me again, fingers biting into my backside as he ground his hips into mine. I moaned into his mouth between dueling jabs of my tongue with his. My ass bumped into the dresser as I backed up from the pressure of his body.
His mouth tore away from mine, but only to trail nibbling kisses down my chest. “You’re very hot, you know that?”
I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my sexy décolleté or the actual heat of my body. But I didn’t have time to care, because he undid a few buttons to let my vest open up so that he could take one of my nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard, then rolled the stiff peak between his teeth in a way that sent pulses of electricity surging straight to my core.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I worked at the buttons of his crisp dress shirt, then impatiently tugged and let the last of the pearl white discs fly in all directions. I thought he might protest, but instead he popped the last one on my top and spread it wide, too, so that he could cup and squeeze both of my breasts. Closing my eyes as I enjoyed his touch, I placed my palms on his chest to feel my way down the ridges of his stomach.
“You really are a god,” I murmured.
“You are ...” He paused, opening and closing his mouth, then stepping away from me to let his eyes scan me from top to bottom. “No bra,” he finally murmured as if just realizing that truth, his dark eyes boring into me.
I didn’t get embarrassed easily, and I honestly wasn’t sure why I blushed, but I could feel the pink creeping from my cheeks to my neck and down my chest. “Nope. I don’t like to be constricted.”
His gaze dropped to my lower body, and I raised one side of my mouth as I imagined his thoughts. He was right. No panties either. I reached down to unzip my boots, letting them each drop to the floor with a thud. Vicente watched me with eagle eyes, arms hanging at his sides, but the twitching of his fingers evidence enough that he wanted to touch me.
I turned my back to him while I worked the button and zipper of my pants, then bent just a little at the waist as I slid them down. The cold air of the room felt unbelievably sensual against the very hot skin of my backside and my legs. Once naked, I put out my hand, the leather pants hooked on my finger, then tossed them behind me.
I’d intended to turn around and present him with my body, demanding he discard the rest of his clothing but almost before I could even finish that thought, he was there, pressing his nude torso against mine. His hands took my hips, tugging them back into his, his solid erection rubbing against my ass. One of his palms slipped to the front of my pelvis, fingers delving into my liquid heat. When he parted my folds and let one of those digits enter me, I moaned and let my head fall forward so I could lean against the wall.
Vicente said not a word, his lips instead busy sucking and kissing and grazing the skin along my shoulders and down my back. Reaching behind me, I groped until I found his cock, wrapping my hand around him and squeezing. He was rock hard, and I worked my fingers back and forth a few times, then quickly turned to face him so that I could drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.
“Christ,” he gritted through his teeth, as he reached out to slap one palm against the wall behind me so that he could brace himself as I sucked and teased him with my tongue and lips. While I took my time, enjoying the taste of him, I slid one hand between my thighs and touched myself. “I won’t last long with you doing that.”
Taking him deep one more time, I slid my palms up his body to reach for his hands. He took mine in both of his, then helped me to stand, mouths meeting as if pulled by some invisible magic. His tongue brushed mine in long, sensual caresses while he gradually led me around and backwards to my bed.
I eased myself back, pulling him so that he immediately came down with me. My legs fell open, and when he glided his hard member into me, I sighed. His hands grabbed mine, pinning them under his weight as he began to move. I was struck by the absolute purpose in his expression as he pulled out and drove hard.
Raising one of my legs, I locked it around his waist. The change in angle caused his pounding movements to hit me in just the right spot. I closed my eyes, gasping for breath until the world exploded and stars burst behind my eyes.
Vicente continued moving, even as I worked myself down. I looked up to watch him, enthralled by the way his control slipped further and further away until he opened his mouth, thrust once more and then groaned in pleasure.
“You don’t have to say it.” I grinned up at him. “I know this tumble in the sheets was worth it.”