Page 10 of Vegas Heat

He wiggles his eyebrows at me as the waitress hands me a glass of the champagne, and I can’t help but laugh—and at the same time, I can’t help but wonder why he’d do this for me. It’snot exactly cheap to get last-minute bottle service at a club, and he doesn’t even know me.

I head out to the dance floor with my girls, and he hangs back at the table, sipping his beer. I spot a woman approach him, and she walks away a few beats later. A man approaches him, and they get to talking for a minute.

Admittedly my eyes keep edging over toward the table to see what he’s up to.

He’s talking to another guy, and they fist bump.

Does he know these people? Who exactly is this handsome mystery McHottie who’s taken an interest in me tonight?

And why me?

Because I happened to sit down at the table beside him?

I finish my glass of champagne and realize it doesn’t matter why it’s me.

I’m just going to count myself lucky that it is.

I head back for a refill, and two of my friends, Kelly and Becky, follow. “We’re going to head upstairs,” they say. Mia and Chelsea are next, and Mia makes sure I’m okay before she heads upstairs. And that’s it. That leaves Cooper and me all alone in a club filled with people.

“Dance with me,” I demand, and he chuckles and nods.

He follows me out to the floor, and suddenly our bodies are pressed up against each other as the mass of people out here moves and sways with the beat. His hands find my hips, and I link my arms around his neck. His eyes burn down into mine, and I get the strangest sensation like I already know him. I know I’m safe with him even though I just met him tonight, and my gut instinct about people is usually spot on.

He seems like a good guy, and even though I’m slightly champagne-drunk, I’ve got enough wits about me to know I can trust him.

Our dancing starts playful but quickly turns sexy as he shoves his hips toward mine. I feel his erection against my side, only confirming how much want and desire pulls between the two of us. Someone bumps into him, sending him careening a little closer into me, and then no space separates our bodies as his leg comes between both of mine. I grind down on his leg, a side effect of the champagne that I’d normally be way too reserved to do with a virtual stranger, but tonight all bets are off.

He wants this.

I want this.

Heat consumes the space between us, and tingles light up my spine as my tummy flips. His lips collide with mine again, and this kiss is hot and desperate in the middle of a crowded dance floor. It’s sexy and nearly illicit as his tongue batters mine, his fingertips digging into my hips as we continue to sway to the beat of the song. I feel so much more than just attraction coming through this kiss, like attraction is just the spark that’s going to light this inferno between us…like it’s leading us somewhere bigger than just tonight.

I still know nothing about him. He’s staying here at this hotel, so I don’t have high hopes for more than one night together.

But it still feels like the type of opportunity I can’t let slip by. If my dad has taught me anything over the last three years, it’s that we can’t live life with regrets. We can only take what’s right in front of us.

He drags his lips from mine, across my cheek and toward my ear. “Spend the night with me.” His voice is raspy and filled with some unspoken promise, like he can somehow see into my thoughts and he feels the same way…he doesn’t want to let this chance slip by, either.

I nod, and he grabs my hand. He weaves through the throng of people and leads me back out to the hallway.

“Hey, that’s Cooper Noah!” some guy yells at him, and Cooper simply nods at the guy, tightens his grip on my hand, and leads me through the hotel.

I hear other people say his name, too, and maybe this was happening earlier and I was too tipsy to notice, but all the dancing has sobered me up a little.

We arrive at a bank of elevators, and I think about that name. Cooper Noah. It’s vaguely familiar, like I’ve heard it before, but I have no idea who he is.

“How do all those people know you?” I ask softly.

He twists his lips. “You really don’t know?”

I shake my head, and the doors open in front of us. A couple gets off, and we step on. The doors seal us into isolation, and he walks toward me, backing me up against the mirrored wall. His blue eyes focus down on my green ones. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs. “And you don’t even know who I am.” His mouth crashes down to mine, and as much as I want to ask more questions, it seems his kiss offers the exact sort of distraction he’s going for.

CHAPTER 5: COOPER

They say dancing is like foreplay, and if that’s true, we’re both in for a treat tonight.

I can’t stop thinking about the way her eyes lit up with laughter when we were telling each other jokes, or the way her body moved on that dance floor, and when my leg moved in between her thighs and she rubbed her pussy on me…

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