Page 89 of Legacy of Danger
Chapter 25
For the love of God, how long did it take to check into a hotel room?
Vaughn blindly signed the forms and handed over what he hoped was a credit card. No idea what room they got. As long as the room had a lock on the door and a bed. Or some chairs. On second thought, a room where the door locked would be dandy, and he would make any furniture work for his needs.
In almost a run, he ignored his aching muscles, grabbed the bags in one hand, and with his other hand tugged her to the elevators. He counted the seconds until the doors closed, and then dropped his mouth back down on hers, savoring, licking, nipping. Each kiss stung his bruised lips, but he didn't care. Vaughn wanted to imprint her taste in his memory forever. God help him, but he would never get enough of this woman. She was some kind of mind-altering drug and he'd become an instant addict—the second he had met her pretty green eyes in that emergency room, if he was being honest about it.
His damned power totally dug whatever she was doing to him. The ability wanted to surround her. Just like he wanted to surround her in a literal and much more biblical manner.
Exiting at whatever floor he had selected, he hurried down the hall like a desperate rodent in a maze, checking each room number to see if it lined up with the one on the electronic card in his hand. At the end of the hall, he swiped the card in a door slot and came damn near to passing out with relief when the green light blinked.
Hotel room. Big bed. Desk, chair, couch. Standard items. Check. He flipped on a lamp.
Couldn't give a fuck about the spa-level amenities in the bathroom or if the towels were spun out of gold threads from a Burmese silk spider's ass.
All he wanted was this woman naked and beneath him, pronto.
He paused. Maybe he should be using something like finesse or foreplay or some other tool besides his current drive to bury his cock as far into Mariah as humanly possible so he could lose his entire mind and sanity in this woman.
How about sweet nothings? Damn. He should be saying something nice to her instead of gaping like a land-based goldfish.Think, damn it.Say something romantic.
Forget it. His brain had nothing but penis-in-vagina available for preview.
Shit.
The color on her cheeks flared red as he stared at her like a drooling imbecile. She bit her lip and dropped her gaze to the floor.
"I—" he started. "Um. Food? Anything?"
She frowned. Oh, no. Bad. Why the hell did he ask a question? No distractions.Backpedal, dammit.
Plan B was to dive back in for a second taste of her sweet mouth, but she beat him to the next step as she shrugged out of her coat and licked her lips.
Then she slid off the blazer, leaving her in a trim, button-down shirt and those sexy business pants. Her petite, toned body made him want to throw her on the bed and pounce on top of her.
"Room service? I can order you something," he stammered.
She grabbed his shirt in two hands and pulled him toward the bed. "Oh my gosh, why are you still talking?"
"Hell if I know."
She leaned into him, and he gladly toppled backward, pulling her down on top. Her slight weight felt beyond perfect stretched out over him. As for his battered body? What bruises?
"Scoot up. We're hanging over the bed," she said with an impish wrinkle to her nose.
As he shifted up and rested his head on the pillows, with her still perched on top of him, he grinned. "Are you always this bossy?"
"Are you complaining?"
He bucked his hard erection beneath her. "What do you think?"
She tilted her head, mischievous as a wood sprite or nymph or something else fucking magical that wasn't a goddamned leprechaun with a beard or something else buzzkill unsexy.
When she popped the hair clip and those shiny strands fell forward, he reached up to let the hair slip through his fingers. Wow, she heated parts of his heart that had been ice cold for far too long.
She skimmed her hands down his shirt-covered arms to his hands and threaded her fingers through his, easing his hands away from her. Then she leaned against him and pressed his hands to the bedding next to his head. With her torso this close to his head, he wanted to tear off her clothes and bury his face in what lay beneath.
But the lady was having fun, judging by her smile, somehow both excited and shy at the same time. Let her enjoy, by all means.
