He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to his body while his other hand cups the back of my neck. “Your guard dogs won’t need to worry. You’re in the safest hands in the world, Roxanne.”
“How do you—”
He’s quick to answer my unfinished question. “It’s my hotel.” His body radiates heat through me, and I want more. His lips skim my neck, causing me to moan.
“Do you usually abduct guests?” I pant, hoping he doesn’t, even though I’m not sure that would deter me. My body demands his, and he’s more than willing to give it to me. I’ve seen that look before. Pure lust flows through the man. I want to be the one to slake it.
“Never, my sweet little siren. You are a different matter entirely.” Emiliano’s mouth strays down to my bare shoulders.
“And what is it that you want to do?” I ask, pressing my hand on his chest, feeling his heart’s rapid beating.
“I want to pin you against the elevator and slam my cock deep inside of you until we’re both coming, but first, I should take you to dinner.”
“But they will see us,” I hiss, biting down on my bottom lip.
“God, you are a true siren calling a man to his death, but do not worry, mi sirena. We will be dining in my suite.”
“In your suite? What if I told you that I’m not hungry for food?” It’s crazy, but if I only have a few hours before my brother and his friends go hunting me down, I don’t want to waste time eating.
“Then I’ll be dining on you in my suite, my little siren.”
The elevator doors pop open, and he leads me inside the most kick-ass hotel room I’ve ever seen. “This is a hotel room?”
“Well, it’s one of the luxury suites in the hotel. We have a dozen to accommodate special guests,” he informs me as if it’s no big deal.
“Do you live here?” This place screams wealth. I know the Riders are rich in their own right and I am spoiled, but it’s never this ostentatious. Then again, we’re from small-town USA, and this is Vegas. Glitz and glamour rule these places. I’m over my head and out of my league.
“I do.” He sighs, sensing my shift in mood. I still want him more than I can say, but I feel out of place, like I’m not good enough to be here. That’s a first for me. I’ve never felt anything less than spectacular. My parents taught me to love myself and be happy with who I was first.
Maybe I’m nervous because he’s just too good to be true. “No hidden wife or girlfriend?”
“No wife. Although the hidden girlfriend thing is what you’re making this. You don’t want to be seen with me.” He honestly sounds offended, which causes my heart to kick up a notch that I’m sure he can feel as he slides his hand over me.
I blush because that’s not a complete lie, but it’s not for the reasons he might think. “That’s not because of you. My brother and his friends aren’t the kind of guys who let their little sisters sleep around.”
“Good men.”
“Sometimes, but they can be pains in the ass.”
“I’m sure, but I’m not going to let them come between us. I’m not letting anything come between us,” he promises. I’ve seen firsthand that fate may not agree with other’s plans. The Steele Riders have been dealt many blows on their path to finding happiness. Still, for tonight, I need Emiliano.
“Prove it, Emiliano.” I barely get the words out before he crushes his lips to mine, pushing his way in and owning our kiss. Slowly he leads me backward until we fall onto a massive sofa almost big enough to be a bed.
“Preciosa,” he growls, dragging his lips away as if he’s just as greedy as I am. Grunting, he unbuttons his dress shirt halfway and lifts it over his head, tossing it on the floor in one smooth motion. My hands go straight to the hem of his undershirt, lifting it off his body. I run my fingers over his taut muscles, causing him to shudder. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me.”
My hand drops lower to feel his length, and I’m sure I’m going to be aching in a different way very soon. “You’re the one with a thick rod ready to split me in two.” I don’t know where the boldness came from, but I can’t pull it back. Emiliano brings out the desire with just his presence. His touch is my undoing.
“Ay Dios.” He brushes the back of his hand down my cheek as he stares into my eyes. “Mi sirena.” The words come off like a prayer from his sexy mouth. Closing my eyes, I give in to his touch. For such a strong, large man, his caress couldn’t be gentler.