Her palm hit the wall over and over as her hips bucked against his face, leaving no doubt about how much pressure she wanted. And he gave it to her, licking, sucking, pulling her closer.
The sound of her hand against the Sheetrock overtook the ice machine. But nothing compared to her cries for more filling the small room. He’d witnessed a woman coming hard. Hell, he’d felt this woman explode against his mouth. But this was off the charts. Right here in the hotel ice room, she wanted everything he had to give. She wasn’t holding back.
“Oh, yes,” she panted. “Cade. Cade.”
He fucking loved the fact that she connected her pleasure with his name. And then the warning bells rang. He could give her this, but nothing more. That hard truth cut into his triumph. He’d never wanted more than a moment. But with her, it didn’t feel like enough.
Don’t be selfish.
What did it matter if this might not be enough for him? This wasn’t about what he wanted. What he needed. This was about her.
Her body tensed, and her hips stilled. She let out a low moan, hitting the wall one more time. With his head hidden beneath her dress, he couldn’t see her face. But he could damn well imagine her lips parting, her eyes closing as the pleasure hit her, wave and wave.
Slowly, her orgasm eased off and her hips stopped begging for more from his mouth and his fingers. He released her ass and slipped his hand out of her suit. He rocked back on his heels and dipped his head out from underneath the hem of her dress. He stood and watched as she slid to the floor, her back pressed against the now quiet wall.
Her long black hair fell over her flushed face. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. But her eyes remained open and focused on him. Her surprise mingled with a naughty satisfaction. And her mouth—those lips formed a teasing, tantalizing smile.
Beside them, the machine fell silent. After the heat from their last round, the ice maker had probably produced enough to keep the floor stocked for the rest of the day and into the night. But one look at Lucia and he knew he couldn’t wait that long to deliver her here, to this blissed-out place again.
“Between you and the ice machine…” she murmured, “that was the best orgasm of my life.”
Just wait. I can do better. And I’ll do it without the help of a machine.
“For the record,” he said, “this one doesn’t count.”
“I can still feel it. It counts.” She stared up at him as she smoothed her skirt over her bent legs.
He took her hand and drew her up. His gaze locked with hers, noting the lingering pleasure in her eyes. “I like that look on you. But next time, I want to be the only one to put it there. I don’t like to share.”
He might not have a claim to her beyond Vegas. But until she stepped onto the plane, she was his.
Her brow furrowed. “You’re jealous of the ice maker?”
He laughed. He loved seeing her smile at his joke. “Maybe. But I’m glad you liked it.” He reached out and brushed a strand of long black hair out of her face. “I’m asking for another chance to make number three come true.”
“Now?” Her eyes widened.
“No. Now, we gamble,” he said, lacing his fingers with hers. He’d already wagered his friendship. Why not risk something he could afford to lose? A hundred bucks at the craps table wouldn’t hurt too much. “I promised you the full tour of Sin City.”
She rose up on her tiptoes and touched her lips to his. Part of him wanted to push her back up against the wall and head straight for fantasy number five. But then she drew back, leaving him with the memory of a soft, simple kiss.
“This is the best vacation ever,” she said, smiling up at him. “Thank you.”
Her words mixed with the light in her brown eyes and the glow on her cheeks. And the combination sent his emotions scrambling for cover. It was too damn tempting to wrap her in his arms and offer more. But he couldn’t go there. In his world, relationships were like quicksand. Even if they could keep their heads above the surface, what would happen when she found out he’d been sent here to find her?
She’d never trust him again. With her body, her heart, or anything else. This ended in the morning. Sin City was the only place he could push his luck. Beyond the famous Strip, he had to play by the rules.
“Let’s go,” he said, leading her out of the ice room. “Before we attempt number two on the ice room floor.”
Lucia glided through the beachfront casino as if she’d been granted wings and a one-way ticket to heavenly bliss courtesy of Cade and an ice machine. No rose petals and champagne followed by gentle caresses for her. She was the woman who’d let a big, buff Navy SEAL go down on her while exploring parts of her body she’d never dreamed about sharing, especially not in a public place.
A giggle escaped her as they walked past a blackjack table. The blonde, bikini-clad dealer glanced up and smiled, as though she recognized the look of a woman still feeling the aftershocks of an orgasm that rivaled an earthquake. Groundbreaking. Earth-shattering. Something so powerful and intimate that even the scars on her face couldn’t keep two people from appreciating.
Lucia’s giggle turned to laughter.
“Planning to let me in on the joke?” Cade asked, looping his arm around her waist and holding her close.
“That orgasm,” she said. “It was intoxicating. I feel giddy, maybe even tipsy.”