Page 83 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, but Angelo barely noticed. The heat between them was the only thing he was awareof, the way her body responded to his touch, the way her breath hitched when his hands explored her curves. He was intoxicated by her, driven by a primal urge that obliterated all sense of restraint.

Allison moaned into his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Her body arched against his, a soft, involuntary movement that sent a surge of desire through him. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic beat of his own.

His lips left hers, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips, and the soft gasp that escaped her only fueled his need. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed her harder against the wall. Every inch of him ached to have her, to lose himself in the warmth and softness of her body.

“Allison,” he breathed against her skin, his voice husky with desire. She shivered in his arms, igniting something deep within him in response. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers, to erase the distance between them.

He was burning with need, with desire, burning, burning,burning—

The elevator ding broke them apart—curse you fucking machine—and they looked at each other, startled, still holding onto one another. Angelo took note of Allison’s flushed cheeks and heaving chest, licking his lips in anticipation. He reluctantly pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at her, his eyes dark with hunger. But the fire in his gaze promised that this was far from over.

Without a word, he reached out and took her hand, leading her out of the elevator and down the hallway. His grip was firm, possessive, as if he couldn’t bear to let go of her for even a second.

The door to his hotel room loomed ahead, and with a flick of his wrist, he unlocked it, pulling her inside with him.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the tension snapped like a live wire. Angelo’s lips crashed into hers again, and this time there was nothing to stop them, nothing to hold them back. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them, lost in the consuming heat of their desire.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured against her mouth, his hands itching to feel the warmth of her skin.

Allison’s breath hitched, her fingers once again in his hair, pulling slightly at the roots and Angelo moaned.

“Show me,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

I plan to.

Twenty-One

ALLISON

FOUR MONTHS AGO

Allison’s memory was too hazy to recall how she ended up here, her mind too focused on the way Angelo was stealing the very air from her lungs. All she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop.

Angelo moved back blindly, his lips never leaving hers as he led her to what she assumed must be the bed. With a growl that reverberated through her, he lifted her effortlessly, her hands instinctively gripping the back of his neck for support.His strong hands gripped the backs of her knees, holding her securely as he maneuvered them around until she was perched in his lap.

“You taste,” he broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “so sweet, and—”

“It’s the tequila,” Allison panted, trying to catch her breath.

“It’syou,” Angelo corrected, his voice rough with desire.

A deep groan escaped him as her fingers tangled in his soft curls, giving a sharp tug. The sound was so delicious that she did it again, just to feel his reaction.

“I need you,” Allison whined, rubbing her wet center against his clothed, impressively hard erection.

“Fuck,” Angelo groaned again, the sound low and guttural, making her drip onto his black slacks. “I can feel how wet you are for me,” he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with need.

Allison moaned in response, her fingers tightening in his hair as his hands roamed over her body with increasing urgency.

The soft strokes of his fingers against her skin sent shivers down her spine, goosebumps trailing along her arms, back, and waist as he traced her contours. Desperate to feel his skin, Allison fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, cursing under her breath as the tiny fastenings refused to cooperate. Frustrated, she finally yanked at the fabric, popping the buttons free with a satisfying sound. A soft moan of relief escaped her as she pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, her hands immediately exploring the hard planes of his chest.

Angelo’s head snapped up from where he’d been kissing her neck, his eyes darkening with a smirk.

“Needy little thing,” he teased, though his own need was obvious in the way he quickly bunched up her dress and pulled it over her head. His eyes devoured her as she was revealed to him, his breath hitching.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice thick with appreciation. “Eísai téleia.”

Allison’s brows furrowed at the unfamiliar language, but any confusion was quickly forgotten as Angelo’s hands returned to her bare skin, making her gasp with the sheer intensity of his touch.

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