Page 5 of One Hot Chase

I flick my thumb repeatedly until she freezes, caught in the throes of her climax. Her cries are stifled by my lips on hers, and I go on teasing her nub until she finally melts into me. As I peel my lips away, she gazes up at me dreamily. I can't be that good.

Her sweet smile warms me. "Wow, that vodka is amazing."

"It wasn't the alcohol that made you lose control, pet. It was me."

She raises her brows. "You're taking all the credit?"

"Of course I am. Now, let's go to my suite and shag until we can't even utter a single word or move a muscle."

She nibbles on her lip. "Shouldn't we at least know each other's names first?"

I huff. "Bloody hell, woman. How can you be so finicky? You allowed a stranger to touch you intimately and give you an earth-shattering orgasm."

"Oh, please. I never said it was that good."

I gently hook a finger beneath her chin. "Yes, you did, pet. The look in your eyes and the way your breaths grew heavier proves that I am indeed the best you've ever had."

Her lips purse. "We haven't even done the deed yet."

"But we will---soon---and you'll praise my prowess."

"You are the most obnoxious, arrogant jerk I've ever encountered." She crosses her arms over her chest, which lifts those luscious tits. "Don't get any ideas about taking me back to your room or going anywhere with me, you arrogant lout."

I quickly finish my drink, downing it in one gulp. "How can you be so prudish after what I did for you a moment ago? A woman who wears a dress as revealing as yours should have no trouble shedding the rest of her inhibitions."

She puckers her mouth again, but this time, she also snaps her spine straight. "Are you implying I'm promiscuous floozy? You're the one who shoved his hand inside my panties. Guess that makes you a gigolo."

For reasons I can't fathom, I need this woman to come back to my suite with me. Never before have I craved any woman this much---until tonight. "Perhaps we shouldn't talk, darling, if you're going to be so...particular."

"Oh, you cretin. I will never---"

I cut off her outraged response by covering her mouth with mine. Every time she calls me an insulting name, it only makes me hunger for her even more. "I can't wait for you to give in and admit how badly you want me. Why don't we skip ahead and go to my suite now?"

She stares at me for a moment, then takes a sip of her vodka before slamming the glass down on the table. "Fine, let's do it."

My body tenses up in sheer shock. Did the prima donna really just agree to come with me to my room? It's about bloody time. As that realization sinks in, I become a touch disoriented from the shock. But the sensation doesn't last long. "You should lead the way, though. Can't have anyone accusing me of indecent exposure. My flaming erection is your fault, after all."

She rolls her eyes at my cocky comment. "You really think you're God's gift, don't you?"

"Absolutely." I slide out of the booth and offer her my hand. "Shall we go now?"

She accepts my hand, sliding out of the booth.

As I suggested, she walks ahead of me to shield my obvious erection. I keep an arm around her waist as if I'm simply a considerate gent escorting a lady. As we leave the Beaufort Bar, the hall appears empty, so I walk alongside the mysterious woman. Her strawberry blonde hair falls over one side of her face, and she tucks it behind her ear. Who is this goddess? I've told myself more than once that I don't care about names, but now my curiosity is getting the better of me again.

I hold the lift doors open as she sashays inside. Fortunately, we are the only ones in the car. As soon as the doors close, I press her against the wall and trap her wrists with my own. Then I kiss her. Passionately. Sensually. Our kiss becomes so intense that it feels as if we're making love right here in the lift.

As soon as the doors open again, I take her hand and virtually drag her out of the elevator and down the hallway to my suite's door. My hand trembles faintly as I try to insert the key card into the lock. I fumble with it, dropping it once before finally managing to accomplish the task. But even then, I struggle to turn the key.

The woman I desperately need to shag bites her lip, releasing it slowly as she snatches the key card from my hand. The cheeky woman unlocks the door herself, then pushes it open with a playful grin. "Jackasses first."

I clear my throat and brush past her into the suite.

As she shuts the door, she gazes down at the floor. "Ooh, more harlequin tiles. I love that. It feels very...British."

I grunt in response and take her hand, leading her into the spacious living room that boasts a lovely view of the city skyline. But I can't focus on that right now. Halfway across the room, I halt abruptly.

"Something wrong?" she asks. "You seem confused."

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