“Good to see you again tonight, Mr. Nelson,” the employee greeted. “Having a nice evening?”
“I am,” Luke said with a smile, turning toward the right and stopping in front of the first elevator, hitting the button for the highest numbered floor.
He’d reserved one of the best suites at the hotel, never expecting he’d bring a girl up to his room. Declan had the penthouse suite, and the plan had been for he and Noah to hang out in his suite tomorrow night, create their own party with a few friends.
That was the last thing Luke wanted to do now, not if Andrea was still with him by tomorrow night.
“Tell me you have a great view of the city,” Andrea said, resting her hand on his chest.
He smiled down at her. “I can do better than that. I’ll show you the great view I have of the city.”
She glanced around, stepping closer to him when a laughing group of women pushed past them, heading for another elevator. “This hotel is gorgeous.”
“You’re not staying here?”
“No, we’re down the street. Our hotel is nice, but not as beautiful as this one.”
He squeezed her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip. She was thin. Didn’t have much on top, but he’d always been more of a leg and ass man, so that worked for him. “Wait until you see my room. It’s ridiculous.”
“I can’t wait.”
Damn. Seeing the glow in her gaze, the way she was snuggled up so close to him, he couldn’t wait either.
The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside, Luke never letting go of her, so Andrea had no choice but to remain by him. The moment the doors closed, he moved fast, pressing her against the wall, kissing her because he couldn’t resist. She responded easily, her lips parting, tongue darting out to caress his, and he groaned, his hands full of her ass as he brought her in close.
He broke away from her lips to rain kisses along her jaw, down her neck. She gasped and shuddered, her hands clutching his shoulders as she tilted her head back.
“Oh God, I’m dizzy,” she murmured. “I think it’s the elevator giving me a head rush.”
He smiled against her neck, licking her there, and she jolted at first contact of his tongue.
“And you,” she whispered. “You’re making me dizzy too.”
He liked her honesty. Most women fed him a bunch of lines. Not that he wasn’t guilty of that sort of thing too, because he was. He fell into a pattern, a rhythm with every woman he encountered. After a while, that pattern, the rhythm felt unnatural. Forced.
Boring.
There was nothing boring about Andrea. He liked the little sounds she made in the back of her throat when he kissed her. He liked how she touched him, clutching him close, like she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it. More than anything, he liked how she tasted. Sweet and heady and sexy as hell. He wanted to taste her everywhere.
The elevator came to a stop and he stepped away from her, taking her hand as the doors opened. Without a word, they exited through the doors and he led her down the hall that stopped at the wide double doors of his suite.
“Your room is one of the only ones on this floor?” she asked, sounding shocked.
He remained silent, offering a quick nod as he withdrew the card key from his back pocket and opened the door. He pulled her inside, shutting and locking the door behind him, and she wandered deeper into the quiet suite, her head whipping around as she took it all in.
“Oh. My. God.” She stopped in the middle of the living area and turned to face him, her mouth hanging open in seeming shock as she threw up her arms before letting them fall at her sides. “This is bigger than my apartment.”
Slipping his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, he stopped and stood on the edge of the rug, smiling at her. “You like it?” It was a little too sleek and modern for his tastes, but he wasn’t living here, so he could deal for the weekend.
“It’s freaking amazing.” She went to the wall of windows that overlooked the city, pressing her hands tentatively against the glass. “Your view is way better than mine. And I thought we had a pretty good view.”
The city was spread out before them like a blanket of twinkling jewels winking in the dark night. There was absolutely nothing like Vegas at night. Everything lit up as far as the eye could see.
Luke approached where Andrea stood, her back to him as she gazed out at the city. He let himself take her in since she wasn’t paying him any mind. Those smooth shoulders, her long, glossy brown hair which was soft to the touch. That fucking dress his hands were itching to take off of her and her legs…
He’d had those legs wrapped around him only minutes ago, and they felt good. Damn good. He knew they’d feel even better wrapped around his hips while he was balls-deep inside her.
His cock stirred, reminding him that he had a purpose here, and he closed the distance between them, resting his hands lightly on her waist, startling her.