What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There (4 page)

dozens of pedestrians walking past them to see. Getting the feeling they were being

watched, Dane reluctantly ended the kiss and pulled away from her. Looking to his

right he came eye to eye with a homeless man, who was eating a slice of pizza and

eyeing them with an intense interest.

“Can ya spare a buck brotha’?”

Great, cockblocked by a homeless guy and fruit juice. Nice
. He had an intense

dislike for homeless people. It seemed a good chunk of his time when out on patrol

on the streets of New York consisted of dealing with calls involving homeless

people causing disturbances. That time could have been used to solve real crimes.

It made him extremely bitter.

Genevieve’s eyes lowered to her purse.

“Don’t condone it.” Not giving her a chance to give the man a penny he took

her hand and pulled her along behind him. There was a slight hesitation, but she

followed along. He imagined she was thinking he was some heartless asshole right

now, but he didn’t care.

“But –”

“See those entertainers?” He motioned to a couple dressed as Mickey and

Minnie Mouse posing with a little girl for a picture, with a tip jar sitting in front of

them. “If you want to give someone money, give it to them.”

“But what about the other guy?”

“You mean the perv that I bet was hard watching us kiss?”

“He wasn’t the only one that was hard.” A saucy smirk touched her lips.

Dammit, he wanted to kiss those lips again.

“That was a cheeky comment.” Chuckling, he looked down at her and cocked a

brow. She met his gaze, refusing to look away, despite her cheeks reddening. Was

she trying to prove something to him – or to herself? Maybe both.

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, but the wicked gleam remained in

her eyes. His gaze lowered to her lips and the urge to stop, pull her down an alley

and kiss her again without prying eyes was almost too strong to deny. Had it not

been for the fact their hotel was less than five minutes away he may have.

He quickened his pace. The hotel was becoming a beacon. He was still unsure

of where things were going tonight, but he wanted to be away from the prying eyes

of homeless people, other tourists and costumed Mickeys so he could find out. Not

that he was shy about putting on a show, he’d put on a number of them over the

years, but suspected she hadn’t.

The ache in his jeans insisted he take it all the way tonight, but his conscience

told him not to push her. She claimed she was over her ex, but he couldn’t be so

sure. To him rebound sex or taking advantage of someone who was emotionally

vulnerable was about a step above forcing himself on her.

“Wanna slow down there Marathon Man?”

It was his turn to feel the heat creeping up his neck and to his face upon

realizing that in his haste to get her to the hotel he was practically dragging her

down the sidewalk. Beside him she was panting softly, increasing his guilt.

“These heels aren’t made for power walking.” She kicked her left foot up to

give him a better view of the black shoe with a steel spiked heel.

How in the hell do women walk in those?
He certainly saw the appeal. Her legs

looked incredible in them; the muscle in the back of her calf took on a sexy heart

shape – although he suspected her legs would look good regardless of whether she

was wearing them or not.

“I’m sorry, you…” He noticed her body tremble in a shiver and breathed a sigh

of relief at finding an excuse that didn’t make him appear like an overzealous

adolescent. “… look like you’re about to catch your death from the cold.”

The look she gave him said she seriously doubted that was the real reason for

his haste.

Dane groaned inwardly.
Yep, get out the hand lotion ladies and gentlemen,

Dane Porter will be cumming alone tonight
.

Chapter 4

~ Genevieve ~

It felt like her heart was about to explode through her chest, it was beating so quickly. The

elevator was whizzing up the shaft and was seconds away from arriving on the 25th floor, where

their rooms were located. She was still unsure of what to do when they arrived at their rooms.

She wanted him. There was no doubt in her mind over that, but she was still a little paranoid that maybe it was her fault the sex with Alex was mediocre. And what happened after the deed was

done? Did she say thanks, get dressed and leave? Or did he expect her to stay the entire night,

their limbs entwined in the embrace of lovers? She just didn’t know.

Who am I kidding, I’m not a one-night stand girl. Shit. It took me over a year just to give

myself to Alex; fucking some man after only knowing him a few hours just isn’t my thing.

Who would it hurt, really,
a voice in the back of her mind questioned.
One night of passion
with a gorgeous, sexy man making you feel things you’ve never felt before. Maybe you’ll

discover it was never you. You won’t know until you take the plunge.

But what if it was? She doubted her already currently fragile ego could handle that

realization.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing an empty corridor. Sliding an arm over

her shoulders, Dane urged her out of the elevator and into the hallway. She trembled at his touch, but unlike out on the sidewalk her trembling came out of anticipation.

“Shit. You’re still cold?” His arm around her shoulder tightened as he pulled her closer to his

warmth. “Going to have to get you out of those clothes. We should have grabbed a cab. I’m

sorry, Ginny.”

Slipping her arm around his waist, she cuddled tight to him. The muscles of his back felt

amazing under the fabric of his shirt. She imagined his body was magnificent under the layers of

clothing and craved to find out.

“This is much better.” She looked up and caught his gaze. “But perhaps getting out of these

clothes and having a long warm shower
would
be a good idea.”

She watched as his jaw clenched and heat flared up in his eyes. Her grip on his shirt tightened

and she rubbed herself against his side, allowing her body to take over her actions.

Don’t think, just feel,
she coached herself.

They stopped walking and Dane looked over her shoulder to the door they stopped in front

of, room 25-205. “This is me.”

She jerked her head toward the other end of the hallway. “I’m down there.”

Dane placed his palm to her cheek and ran his thumb across her lower lip. “It’s late.”

“It is.” Not able or wanting to resist her urges any longer she took his thumb into her mouth.

She nipped lightly before slowly sucking it in.

Dane’s eyes closed and he groaned softly as he spun her around and pressed her back against

his door. “We could go to your suite… if you want.” His voice was low and gravelly. He

sounded like he was straining to hold back and God, she wanted to be the one to break him – but

not in her room. Not with the champagne and roses and rose petals meant for her and another

man. She didn’t want any feelings toward Alex – good or bad – interfering with the pleasure she

was determined to feel tonight at the hands of such a beautiful man.

Dane slid his thumb from her mouth and quickly replaced it with his lips. They came

crashing down on hers as he pressed his body against hers, securing her against the wall. The

bulge in his pants expanded rapidly as he pressed against her.

Moaning against his lips as his tongue sought out hers, her arousal went from simmering to

explosive in seconds. The ache between her legs intensified, needing the relief that only his rock hard arousal rubbing against her could provide.

He groaned as he pulled away from her and looked down the hallway with urgency. “Which

one is yours?”

“Why go to mine when your room is right behind me?” She brushed her lips along the side of

his neck, and was rewarded by another low grumble from him. The last thing she wanted was to

have to explain why she didn’t want to go to her room.

He hesitated and then nodded. Reaching into his inner pocket, he pulled out his card key and

inserted it into the reader. The door beeped and they were in. Genevieve tossed her purse onto

the floor, while she kicked off her heels, not caring where any of it landed.

“We need a shower.” Dane pulled the
Evil Dead
t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor, along with the button-down shirt underneath, a couple of buttons breaking off in his haste.

Lifting her hands above her head she waited for him to remove her t-shirt and took the

opportunity to admire the hard lines of his chest and abdominals. He was indeed beautiful, like

he’d stepped out of the pages of a magazine. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up

and off, tossing it to the floor with his.

“Oh no… Shit, I’m sorry, Ginny.”

She lowered her arms and followed his eyes to her chest. The cream-coloured dress was

stained with red and pink blotches.

“No big deal.” Grabbing him by his front belt loop she began pulling him into the main room.

“Where’s the shower?” She glanced around the main room, not really interested in the

spectacular décor. There would be time to explore the room later.

He hesitated. “Are you sure?”

She redirected her attention back to him. “About? The dress will be fine.” She doubted it, but

wasn’t about to ruin the mood over a stained dress, regardless of the price or designer.

“Tonight. Normally I’d be all for this, but I’m –”

“Don’t be.” She stepped up to him and placed her palms flat on his chest. The muscles flexed

as her fingers traced the sharp contours. “If you didn’t notice already, I’m kinda into the idea.”

She lifted her eyes from his chest to meet his heated stare.

He began to walk her backward and to the left. “I just don’t want to take advantage.

Considering… ” Leaning down, he nipped at the side of her neck. Letting her head fall to the

side, Genevieve sighed, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Don’t be.”

He lifted his head and in one swift motion, he bent, slipped a hand under her legs and

shoulders and hoisted her into his arms, holding her tight to his naked chest.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her across the room and into

the bathroom, which was decorated in black, white and shades of grey. The black shower stall

was large enough to comfortably fit a half-dozen people, with an array of gadgets inside the stall.

It felt good to be secure in his arms being carried as if she weighed nothing more than a

feather. It made her feel secure and protected. She was surprised at how good that feeling felt. It was a feeling she never really experienced with Alex.

Dane slowly placed her back onto her feet. Holding her close to his chest, he reached into the

shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied. Straightening up and

taking a step away from her, Dane’s eyes took their time to scan the length of her body.

“I think we should be getting you out of this dress.” A sexy smile emerged on his lips as he

stepped to her again, reached behind her and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, keeping his

eyes locked to hers.

Another bout of nervousness hit her, mixing with her desire, making her tremble. Her

nervousness increased as the fabric at her back parted and the bodice of her dress loosened and

then fell away from her breasts.

He stepped a little closer, his lips grazing the side of her neck as he finished undoing the zip

on her dress. She moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Slipping the straps of the dress from her shoulders, the garment fell down her body to puddle at her feet.

“You’re beautiful Genevieve. Truly stunning.” His lips made their way along her jaw to her

mouth. The sound of sincerity in his voice shocked her and she opened her eyes to see raw desire

in his.

With shaking hands she reached for his belt buckle, pulling it loose while praying he

wouldn’t see how anxious she was. Neither spoke as she undid his pants, hooked her thumbs into

the waistband of both his pants and briefs and gave them a tug. The garments slid down his

powerful thighs to the floor, exposing his thick length to her.

She licked at her lower lip as she looked down. He was large. Much larger than she’d become

accustomed to and slightly intimidating. She felt like a damned virgin again.

Dane hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face so her eyes met his. He lowered his

mouth to hers while undoing her bra, letting it fall down to the floor and ridding her of her

panties, leaving her completely exposed to him.

He pulled her tight to him, his rock hard shaft pressing against her bare stomach. Opening the

shower stall door, he backed her up until the warm water beat down onto her back. As the water

began to beat down upon their heads and bodies, it turned pink, taking with it the sticky juice and filling the stall with its fruity smell.

Dane reached over her shoulder and squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and then

spun her around so her back was to his chest, with his cock prodding at her bottom. It was

distracting and Genevieve couldn’t stop her body from rubbing back against him, tempting his