He stops and sets me down, his gaze moving around the fabulous spa-like room, and he whistles. “This is livin’, babe.”
I push out of his reach and put my hands on my hips. “Strip for me.”
He arcs a brow but complies, his hands moving to his t-shirt, exposing all that gorgeous inked skin. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as his hand moves to his belt. He kicks his boots off and soon he’s standing there in all his naked glory.
“You’re turn, Hot Rod.”
I’m wearing shorts, a halter-top, and wedges. I slip off my shoes, then shimmy out of the shorts, and pull the top over my head. I’m down to just my panties, and his eyes move over my body. I watch his erection spring to life as I slip the scrap of lace down and move to him.
He leans in and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature, then pulls me under the spray. I glide my hands over his wet chest as he pours some of the exquisite smelling bath gel into his palm. He soaps my body, slicking his big hands over every inch of my skin until I’m quivering with need.
I return the favor, soaping his muscular body, and he watches me. We rinse, and he lathers my hair, and then tilts me under the spray. When he’s finished, he drops his mouth to my breast, capturing my nipple between his teeth, and I gasp. He toys and sucks, and I thread my fingers through his hair, loving every second. His hand moves between my legs, his fingers stroking until I’m moaning, then he slides two long fingers inside me, and I clutch at him. He works me, finding that spot that has me stuttering.
“Yes, there.”
His thumb rotates over my clit, and I’m soon desperate, balancing on that razor-thin edge. He sucks hard on my nipple, and I plummet over the edge, falling as he moves his mouth to my neck and sucks.
I groan deep in my throat when he pulls his fingers free and spins me to the wall. He lines his thick hard cock up with my opening and thrusts deep. I gasp, going up on my toes. His big hands grab my hips and cant my ass back as he plunges inside over and over. Every thrust strokes over that sensitive trigger, and I’m soon panting heavily.
My forearms are pressed to the marble tile, and my breasts are bouncing. He curves his body over mine, his arms anchoring me in place as he increases his speed. My breasts are cupped in his hands, and those fingers of his pinch my nipples, hard. I explode into another orgasm as he rams deep and goes still, coming inside me.
One hand glides down over my wet skin, long fingers finding my clit to massage it as I sink into oblivion, moaning.
He gathers me close, his mouth at my ear, and my head falls on his shoulder.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, then dips his head and bites the muscle between my shoulder and neck.
I gasp as another shudder moves through my body, zinging right to my sensitive clit. His fingers rub in another circle.
“You got another orgasm in you?” he asks.
“I…I can’t,” I stutter out, gasping. “No more…”
“You sure?”
I nod. He scoops me up, dries us off, and then carries me to the bed. He moves down my body, puts his mouth to my pussy, and proves me wrong.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Rusty—
I ride the elevator down and stroll through the hotel. This place has everything you can imagine for people with money to burn. People with more money than sense, no doubt. I pause in front of a display window for a jewelry store.
Sparkling diamonds flash back at me from under the pin lights shining down at them. I try to imagine Hot Rod in one of them. Her fingers are so small and delicate. I press my forehead to the window, feeling completely out of my depth. I don’t have a clue which of these, if any, she’d like.
I wander inside and find the engagement rings. It’s a big case with a wide selection. This is Vegas after all, the king of destination weddings.
A pretty sales woman approaches with a mega-watt smile. “May I show you something, sir?”
“Thinkin’ about that one.” I point to a simple round stone.
She pulls it from the case and holds it out to me. “This is a half carat princess cut. It has exquisite color and clarity.”
I take it and study