One Immortal - Tia Louise Page 0,18

so damned determined and delicious… and sexy. As soon as I saw him in the bar, my teeth ached. Everything we did in the alley flooded my mind, and I flushed with need to have him again.

None of that matters. I don’t need justification anymore. I want him, and he wants me. The half-block to his hotel passes in a haze of anticipation. My skin is on fire, and my breath comes in little pants. Above the corner entrance, the word Desire is lit up in vaudeville lights, and it makes me want to laugh. After everything that happened today, all the disappointment, I can’t believe I might even consider laughter, but this man changes everything.

We cross the marble-tiled lobby straight into an open elevator. It’s empty except for us, and Derek presses the number four repeatedly.

Close, doors… Close! Anticipation buzzes in my chest, until they finally start to move. They barely touch when he has me against the wall, pinned by his huge physique.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” His breath is a hot whisper across my cheek just before he claims my mouth, forcing my lips to part and finding my tongue with his.

A little whimper aches in my throat, and he lifts me against the shiny, wood-paneled wall. Breaking apart, his lips move down my jaw, velvet followed by scratchy beard. Another moan. My lust for him is at an epic height.

He lifts his head and our eyes meet. “I want to taste you.”

“Okay.” My voice trembles.

I’m thinking the same thing, when all at once the box we’re in stops. The doors open, and he looks over his shoulder. We’re on his floor.

He gives me a little wink. “Hold that thought.”

In a flash we’re out, headed down a narrow hallway. He swipes the door card, it emits a little tweet, and we push inside the room. I barely have a chance to notice the gold walls, marble-topped coffee table, or wood and brass accents of his suite before he’s got me in his arms.

My hands rest on his chest, and heat flames through my core with every heartbeat. My eyes travel up, up, up, to his blue ones now darkened with desire, and I know he’s remembering the same things as me—how fantastically our bodies came together only twenty-four hours ago. It seems like a lifetime after this day.

“When I saw you tonight… I couldn’t stay away.”

I smooth my palms over his shoulders, down his rounded biceps. He cups my cheeks, studying my hair, my chin, my lips, as if memorizing every part of me. It’s incredibly seductive, and I almost can’t bear the anticipation.

He gently kisses my brow, and my eyes flutter shut. “When I realized I wouldn’t make it back tonight, I was sure I’d lost you.” He traces a fiery line across the bridge of my nose to my other brow. “Why did you stay in the street? Were you feeling sick?”

“No,” I manage, despite the thickness in my throat. “I… I didn’t want to go inside.”

“Good,” he says before covering my mouth with his.

Our lips part quickly, and our tongues entwine before he continues his progress down my neck. Tasting. He wants to taste me. I’m burning with the same desire.

A swift pull and the top of my strapless dress is at my waist, revealing my bare breasts. A low noise of approval, and he rolls a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, god,” I gasp, as he leans down to give it a little suck, a teasing bite.

Heat floods my panties, and with every inhale, my need for him rises. Only tonight something is different. My heated lust is burning at both ends. My core is throbbing, begging for him, but something else—a consuming hunger is in my throat.

“Take me,” I barely speak, and he drops to his knees.

With one powerful lift, I’m off my feet, my back pinned against the wall as he holds my legs, pulling my thong to the side with his thumb.

Large, strong hands grip my inner thighs, opening them, and his nose touches my skin as his tongue covers my clit. A cry trembles from my throat, and he pulls back, pressing his mouth against my leg.

“I had to hear that sound again.” His voice is a sexy vibration against my skin, his beard scratching my most sensitive parts. I can’t help another shudder.

He holds me with strong hands, as if I weigh nothing at all, and his mouth returns to my center, his tongue making slow, languorous