Only in Vegas (13 page)

“Trey!” she gasped as she shoved her hotel key into its designated slot, unlocking it.  Then, flinging the door open, she raced into the room.

Just as she feared, Trey was still tied to the bed.  And he was looking a lot less
enthusiastic
than he had been when she’d left.  Not that she could blame him.

So much for her walk on the wild side. 

She moved toward him, her gaze focused on the muscle twitching rhythmically in his jaw.  “Trey, what was that woman doing in here?”

He turned to her, his expression unreadable.  “I invited her.” 

“You did what?”

“As if I could us
e the phone,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “She came in because you asked her to.”

“I did no such−”

“Oh, but you did,” he said, cutting her off.  “Remember hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the door before you left to keep me safe?”

She nodded slowly, stil
l trying to process what had happened. 

“Well,” he continued, “I’m assuming you hung it backwards with the Maid Service Requested side facing out.” 

Angie gasped.  “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Damn.”

“My sentiments exactly when she walked in and found me lying here buck naked and sporting a tent post.”

Angie wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.  She felt terrible for having put Trey in such an awkward position.  But it was funny. 

“Poor woman,” she said, giving in to the laughter.

“Poor woman?  How about me?  She beat me with her feather duster, calling me something I’m sure meant ‘pervert’ before running out of here.”

Angie covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her laughter. 

“Glad you’re enjoying this.”

She fought to regain her composure as she stepped up to the bed.  “I really am sorry.”

Slipping the scissors beneath the silk encircling his wrist, she cut him loose, then moved to free his other arm.

“Are you grinning?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I know it’s terrible of me, but it’s hard to keep a straight face when I’m picturing that woman walloping you with her feather duster.”

The last of the bindings fell away, freeing Trey’s remaining wrist.  Without hesitation, he snatched the scissors from her hand and tossed them to the floor before dragging her down onto the mattress with him.

Angie let out a shriek.

He rolled over, effectively pinning her down.  “So you find it funny that I was accosted by the housekeeper?”

“Maybe a little.”  She couldn’t lie.  Her smile would only give it away.  “At least she wasn’t sweeping.  You should be grateful for that.”

He lowered his face to within inches of hers.  “No, sweetheart,
you
should be grateful.”

Her pulse leapt.  She was so going to love this payback.

CHAPTER TEN

Angie looked down at the large fingers twined through hers, Trey’s fingers, and smiled.  It was amazing how right the simple gesture of holding hands felt.

She and Trey blended right in with all the other love-struck couples who were out enjoying the tours that day.  If only it didn’t have to end.

Her gaze drifted upward to study Trey’s expression as he sat looking out the helicopter’s window.  Despite the breathtaking view outside, the only one she cared about at that moment was sitting right next to her.  Her best friend.  Her lover.  A man who made her feel so many things.  Beautiful.  Sexy.  Confident.

He had more than held up his end of their bargain.  She was the one wavering, thanks to a heart that seemed determined to break all the rules.  Falling in love with Trey wasn’t part of their agreement.

She used his distraction with the view outside to memorize every detail of his handsome face.  She was tempted to run her fingers along that strong, determined jaw line and over those pleasure provoking lips.

“This is incredible,” he said.

Yes, you are.

“Angel?”

She snapped out of her thoughts to find Trey’s blue eyes now centered on her.  “What?”

“The view,” he said with a smile.  “It’s incredible.  You have to check it out.”

Angie looked past him to the oversized window as the helicopter dipped down between the massive, cavernous walls of the Grand Canyon. 

He looked out with her.  “It’s a hell of a lot bigger than it looked from the plane when we flew in to Vegas.”

She leaned forward to rest her chin on his shoulder, taking in the lingering scent of his aftershave as she enjoyed the view around them.

Trey turned his head, brushing a kiss over her lips.  “Thank you for talking me into doing this.”

Trey wasn’t big on flying in small planes, helicopters included, so it had taken some convincing on her part to get him up there.

She smiled softly, glad he was enjoying himself.  “You’re welcome.”

“It’s definitely winnings well spent.”

Trey had insisted on paying for both of their tours that day with his slot winnings.  Not only was the man hot in the bedroom, he was every bit as hot in the casinos.  If he were a heavy better, Trey would have made a small fortune that week.  As it was, he’d be leaving Vegas the next morning close to three thousand ahead.  That is, unless they hit the casino again.  Then it would probably be more than that, if Trey’s current run of luck held.

Another trip to the casino wasn’t likely to happen.  She had other plans for them that evening.  Angel nestled closer, whispering in his ear, “You know, you can always show me how grateful you are for my wonderful suggestion when we get back to the hotel.”

He gave a husky chuckle.  “Count on it, Angel.”

She smiled as a shudder of anticipation moved through her.  “I am.”

“Of course, that’s just as long as all this excitement hasn’t worn me out.”

“As if anything wears you out,” she replied with a playful nibble at his ear.

“Careful, Angel,” came his husky warning.  “Or this helicopter won’t be the only thing that’s up in the air.”

Warmth rushed to her cheeks, but the majority of the heat pooled between her legs.  She shifted restlessly in her seat.

“Don’t say things like that?”

He grinned.  “What’s wrong, Angel?  Getting turned on?”

He had no idea.  She looked around, thankful that where she and Trey had opted to forego the supplied headsets and just enjoy the view, the other passengers had chosen to wear theirs and hadn’t heard Trey’s last comment.  They were too preoccupied with the aerial tour being given of the famed canyon.

“You know,” she said, despite the headphones, keeping her voice low, “if all men were like you, the makers of Viagra would go out of business.”

He tipped his head to nuzzle her neck.  “Keep it up, Angel.  Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”  It was a good thing the helicopter was air-conditioned.  Her temperature was another thing that was rising.

Trey nodded in the direction of the pilot.  “You think if we tipped him big enough he’d turn this thing around and fly us straight back to our hotel?”

Angie laughed softly.  “I highly doubt it.  Now behave and enjoy the view.”

“I thought I was.”  He winked at her and then turned back toward the window.

This new relationship they’d formed was so incredible.  How would she ever be able give it up once they returned to Pittsburgh and stay sane in the process?

It was simple.  She’d do it because she loved him.
             

*
    *    *

Trey reached for the bottle of wine room service had just delivered.  He and Angel had decided to spend their last night alone in their suite.  Fine by him.  He welcomed any time he could spend alone with Angel. 

This trip to Vegas had changed everything.  His thoughts.  His wants.  His needs.  And he’d discovered that what he needed was Angel.

He would find a way to make things work between them.   All he had to do was be patient.  Once they returned to Pittsburgh, he fully intended to prove to Angel that he was definitely the right man at the right time.

“How about another walk on the wild side?” he suggested with a grin as he filled their glasses.

Angel turned away from the window, her expression one of surprise.  “You must be kidding.  After what happened to you my last walk on the wild side?”

He chuckled as he set the wine bottle back into the ice filled cooler.  “I’m only slightly traumatized from that encounter.  Besides, what I have in mind really isn’t all that wild.  So what do you say?”

“I’m game as long as it doesn’t include an angry hotel maid wielding a feather duster.”

Trey laughed as he carried their wine glasses over to where she stood.  “The poor woman will probably need years of therapy to get over that one.”

Angel’s laughter joined his.  “I’m more inclined to believe you’ve merely succeeded in upping the level of her fantasies.  I know you’ve raised mine.”

“Mmm, have I now?”  He moved closer.

“You have no idea.”

“I assure you, Angel, what I have in mind doesn’t include hotel housekeeping.”  He held her glass out to her.  “That is, unless I can interest you in dressing up like a French maid and running feathers over my naked body.  I’m more than willing to give that a try.”

“Hmm...”  Those beautiful brown eyes of hers studied him over the rim of her glass as Angel sipped at her wine.

He could almost see the wheels turning.  “Hmm, what?  What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Angel stepped up to him, running her finger down the open collar of his navy blue polo shirt.  “I’m wondering how hard it would be to swipe a housekeeping outfit in this place.”

Trey set his glass down on the corner of the Jacuzzi, then began to unbutton her shirt.

She looked down.  “What are you doing?”
             

“I’m keeping you out of jail.”  Trey removed the wine glass from her hand and set it down next to his.  “Stealing housekeeping uniforms is against the law.”

“Is that so?”  She looked up at him in silent invitation and desire shot through him.

He nodded his reply and continued on to the next button.

“So taking my clothes off prevents this crime how?”

The sexy tone of her voice urged him on.  As soon as he’d finished unbuttoning her shirt, Trey moved further down to her shorts, deftly working them open.

“Because,” he explained, “even a wild woman like you isn’t going to walk the halls of the Luxor naked.”

“Wanna bet?” she said as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, smiling as it followed her shirt to the floor.  “I’d do it if it meant getting one of those little housekeeping uniforms you’re so fond of.” 

And she would, too.  For him.  He knew that.  But his desire had nothing to do with the clothes and everything to do with the person who would be wearing them.

Trey reached past her to turn the water on in the Jacuzzi, his mouth moving over her bare flesh as he did so.  “Give it up, Angel.  I’m going to be keeping you way too busy to even think about a uniform heist.”

“It’s already forgotten,” she said in a breathy whisper as she stepped out of her shorts.

“Good.”

Trey lowered his head to a rosy peak, eagerly taking the extended nub into his awaiting mouth as his hands moved down her bare back to the sheer lace panties she still wore.  He suckled just hard enough to elicit a moan from Angel and then shifted his attention to the other.

Her head dropped back with a surrendering sigh.  Her fingers threaded through his hair, urging him on.

He continued pleasuring her with his mouth while his thumbs slipped beneath the elastic of her panties to drag them down over her shapely hips.

“Mmm...nice,” he murmured against her flesh as he ran his hands over the sexy curve of her bottom.

“Glad you approve,” she said, closing her eyes.

He brought her up against him, her hips cradling his erection.  “Oh, I approve all right.”

Catching her face between his hands, he lowered his mouth to hers.  She tasted faintly of peppermint, her favorite sweet.  One that was quickly becoming his as well.  His tongue swept the inner recess of her mouth, hungrily twining with hers.

Angel tunneled her fingers through his hair, eagerly deepening the kiss.  Her body molded to his, writhed against his, adding even more fuel to the sexual fire that had ignited between them.

He groaned as he reached between them to stroke her, finding her body damp with desire.

She whimpered softly and bucked against his hand.

“God, Angel.”

Her dark lashes fluttered open and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with unrestrained passion.  “I need to touch you.  Now.”

He pulled his hand away and reached for hers, placing it over the tented front of his pants.  “Then touch me.  I’m all yours.”

Her slender fingers worked feverishly to undo his fly, succeeding rather quickly.

“You’re becoming a pro at undressing me,” he said huskily. 

She looked up at him with that sexy smile of hers he’d come to know so well.  “Practice makes perfect.”

And they’d had a whole hell of a lot of that this week
, Trey thought with a smile as she rid him of the rest of his clothes.  His groan filled the room as Angel sank to her knees and took his straining cock in her mouth.

They hadn’t practiced this.

Angel had offered to take him in her mouth the first night they’d made love, but his need to be inside her had been too great.  And that urgency hadn’t lessened any no matter how many times they’d made love since. 

This time it was his fingers that were tunneling into and fisting in her hair, her name no more than a hoarse whisper on his lips. 

Her mouth worked him the way her body had when he’d made love to her.  Hot and damp.  Pushing him toward the brink of sanity.  The pleasure she offered was like nothing he’d ever experienced.  Not even in his wildest dreams.

Trey had no choice but to pull away.  “Angel, you have to stop.”
             

She looked up at him, her brown eyes questioning.  “If you tell me how−”

“I don’t have to tell you anything, Angel.  You’re already driving me mad.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“A man can only take so much before he’s pushed over the edge,” he explained, helping her to her feet.  “I’m clinging to that edge right now.”

A slow smile moved across her face.

“Come on,” he said, guiding her into the oversized tub.

“Should we close the curtains?” Angel asked as she sank into the steaming water.

“No one can see in here,” he assured her as he stepped into the tub behind her.  The view from the window of their suite at night was nearly as breathtaking as the woman he was about to make love to.

He turned off the water and then turned on the jets before lowering himself into the water.  He drew Angel back between his parted thighs, wrapping his arms around her narrow waist as she reclined against him.  Her mahogany curls floated in the water around them and clung to his shoulders. 

“I love the way you feel in my arms,” he said, running his lips along her neck.

Angel tipped her head back, giving him access to the tender flesh he sought.  “And I love being in your arms.”

His mouth covered hers while his hands cupped her breasts, loving them as he would love all her body before the night was through. 

Tenderly.

Thoroughly.

Her bare bottom wriggled against his pressing erection, torturing him unmercifully.

“I can’t believe this is our last night together,” Angel said between heated kisses.