His dick hardened. Against his better judgment, he grabbed hold of her and hauled her up against him. He urged her head back and caught her lips in a hot, openmouthed kiss, a kiss meant to possess, to stake a claim where he had no business staking one. At least not until she knew the truth.
Still, that didn’t stop him from sweeping his tongue into her mouth. Didn’t stop him from pulling her closer so she knew exactly how much he wanted her. And it didn’t stop him from coaxing a sexy little moan from her lips.
Using every ounce of willpower available to him, he refrained from hitting the Stop button and taking her right there in the elevator
. The car came to a halt and he reluctantly ended the kiss and took a step back. Satisfaction reared up inside him at the dazed look on Alyssa’s face.
With a self-satisfied smirk, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator. He led the way to their room, with her trotting behind him to keep up. When he reached their door, he tugged her close, backed her up against the door and lowered his head. “I think it’ll be a while before we’re finished,” he whispered against her ear.
They could talk later. Conversation was overrated, anyway, especially when he couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways he wanted Alyssa.
“Oh, God,” she whispered against his mouth. “I’m wet just thinking about it.”
He chuckled. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket for the room key, intentionally dragging his fingers across her breast.
She sucked in a sharp breath, then glanced up and down the corridor. A wicked gleam in her eyes, she rubbed her hand over his full-blown erection. “I want you in my mouth,” she breathed against his lips.
He nearly swallowed his tongue.
He couldn’t get them into the room fast enough. Before he had the door closed behind them, clothes were hitting the floor so fast, he couldn’t determine what belonged to whom. Not that it mattered. He was naked and so was she, and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She shoved him up against the wall and settled to her knees in front of him. She took him into her hot, moist mouth, and he could swear he’d died and gone to heaven.
She tortured him with her tongue, using her teeth and mouth to exquisite perfection. When she used her nails to scrape his balls, his knees went weak. The tension built faster than he could handle. He was on the edge and he reached for her, but she pushed his hands away and shoved him mercilessly over the edge. His release came hard and fast, and she took all he had to give.
Once he could see straight again, he reached for her and dragged her up his body. The buzzing in his ears slowly subsided, as did the beating of his heart as he clung to her. “I can’t move,” he said. His voice sounded rough even to his own ears.
“You will,” she said, her tone filled with sassy confidence he thought completely sexy.
A hard knock on the door them both frowning. “Who is it?” he called out, because he didn’t think his legs would carry him to the door to look out the peephole.
“Room service.”
“Shit.” He tensed, then gently set her away from him. “Get dressed,” he quietly told her. They’d just walked into the room and she’d blown him and his mind, but they hadn’t ordered room service.
“Just a minute,” he called.
She didn’t argue. In seconds she had her clothes on, had the closet open and was hauling their bags toward the balcony. He opened the room safe where he’d put his weapon when they’d gone to dinner. “Stall them,” he whispered to her.
“We’ll be right there,” she called out. “Just another second.”
He opened the safe and didn’t bother with the shoulder holster. He readied his weapon and released the safety. Then he pulled Alyssa close to whisper in her ear, “The next balcony should be an easy jump. Think you can do it?”
She nodded.
“I’ll be right behind you,” he whispered, “and we’ll figure a way out of this mess.” He kissed her quickly, then gave her a shove toward the balcony door. She had the slider open and was tossing their bags across to the next balcony when he heard the ping of a silencer, just before the larger of the two goons who’d chased them earlier came crashing into the room.
Noah leveled his weapon on the creep with the silencer. The guy lifted his own gun and took aim. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Noah told him.
The second man came into the room. Immediately, he holstered his own weapon and raised his hands in the air. “Take it easy, pal,” he said.
Noah didn’t know if the guy was talking to him or the thug with the silencer. He looked to the one with the gun still aimed at him. “I suggest you do as you’re told,” he said, “so we can both walk away. Otherwise, one of us gets hurt, and it isn’t going to be me.”
“Do as he says,” the second man ordered. “He’s not our guy.”
Without taking his eyes off Noah, the guy lowered his gun, then tossed it on the bed to Noah’s left. Noah motioned for the second guy to hand over his weapon, and he immediately pulled it from his holster, checked the safety and tossed it on the bed as well.
“Who hired you?” Noah asked them, not that he expected either of them to give him a truthful answer. “Was it someone from Bastian Pharmaceuticals?”
Keeping both of them in his sights, he snagged his BlackBerry from his pocket and dialed 911. “Federal agent requires assistance,” he said when the 911 operator answered. He answered a few standard questions, then disconnected the call.