Endless Nights (3 page)

“I can’t wait.”

Damn. Seeing the glow in her gaze, the way she was snuggled up so close to him, he couldn’t wait either.

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside, Luke never letting go of her, so Andrea had no choice but to remain by him. The moment the doors closed, he moved fast, pressing her against the wall, kissing her because he couldn’t resist. She responded easily, her lips parting, tongue darting out to caress his, and he groaned, his hands full of her ass as he brought her in close.

He broke away from her lips to rain kisses along her jaw, down her neck. She gasped and shuddered, her hands clutching his shoulders as she tilted her head back.

“Oh God, I’m dizzy,” she murmured. “I think it’s the elevator giving me a head rush.”

He smiled against her neck, licking her there, and she jolted at first contact of his tongue.

“And you,” she whispered. “You’re making me dizzy too.”

He liked her honesty. Most women fed him a bunch of lines. Not that he wasn’t guilty of that sort of thing too, because he was. He fell into a pattern, a rhythm with every woman he encountered. After a while, that pattern, the rhythm felt unnatural. Forced.

Boring.

There was nothing boring about Andrea. He liked the little sounds she made in the back of her throat when he kissed her. He liked how she touched him, clutching him close, like she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it. More than anything, he liked how she tasted. Sweet and heady and sexy as hell. He wanted to taste her everywhere.

The elevator came to a stop and he stepped away from her, taking her hand as the doors opened. Without a word, they exited through the doors and he led her down the hall that stopped at the wide double doors of his suite.

“Your room is one of the only ones on this floor?” she asked, sounding shocked.

He remained silent, offering a quick nod as he withdrew the card key from his back pocket and opened the door. He pulled her inside, shutting and locking the door behind him, and she wandered deeper into the quiet suite, her head whipping around as she took it all in.

“Oh. My. God.” She stopped in the middle of the living area and turned to face him, her mouth hanging open in seeming shock as she threw up her arms before letting them fall at her sides. “This is bigger than my apartment.”

Slipping his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, he stopped and stood on the edge of the rug, smiling at her. “You like it?” It was a little too sleek and modern for his tastes, but he wasn’t living here, so he could deal for the weekend.

“It’s freaking amazing.” She went to the wall of windows that overlooked the city, pressing her hands tentatively against the glass. “Your view is way better than mine. And I thought we had a pretty good view.”

The city was spread out before them like a blanket of twinkling jewels winking in the dark night. There was absolutely nothing like Vegas at night. Everything lit up as far as the eye could see.

Luke approached where Andrea stood, her back to him as she gazed out at the city. He let himself take her in since she wasn’t paying him any mind. Those smooth shoulders, her long, glossy brown hair which was soft to the touch. That fucking dress his hands were itching to take off of her and her legs…

He’d had those legs wrapped around him only minutes ago, and they felt good. Damn good. He knew they’d feel even better wrapped around his hips while he was balls-deep inside her.

His cock stirred, reminding him that he had a purpose here, and he closed the distance between them, resting his hands lightly on her waist, startling her.

“I don’t know what I like better,” she said, sounding nervous as she quickly looked at him from over her shoulder before returning her attention to the lights. “Your suite or the view.”

“I know what I like best,” he said, dropping a kiss to the top of her ear. She shivered and he did it again, letting his lips linger as he whispered, “You.”

She lifted her shoulder, almost as if she tried to push him away, but he knew better. He felt the subtle tremor move through her beneath his hands. “Please,” she said shakily. “You just met me.”

He slipped his arms around her completely, pressing his hands against her flat stomach and resting his cheek against hers. “I know. It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She nodded, her hair brushing against his face. “It is.”

Luke turned his head and kissed her neck, inhaling deep. She melted against him slowly, her body relaxing into his, and triumph surged through him. He wanted her trust. He wanted her to lose herself in him tonight and he wanted to do with the same with her.

Forget about everything else. All he wanted to focus on was her.

Chapter Three

Luke’s mouth felt so good on her neck. He started at her ear, kissing down, down until his lips blazed a trail along her throat. Lingering, damp, open-mouthed kisses that had her knees buckling, and her head leaned back against the broad expanse of his chest.

The man was solid as a rock. Wide and firm and so tall, despite her height and the heels she wore. He made her feel tiny, and she’d never met any man who made her feel small. Not until this one.

She liked it.

His hands moved away from her stomach and slid down the outside of her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress and tugging up. She stiffened, shock coursing through her veins along with a heady mixture of lust, and the dumb question tumbled from her lips before she could stop it.

“What are you doing?”

Andrea felt him smile against her neck. He did that a lot, smile. She found it sweet. What his hands were doing, though, that was not so sweet. More like dangerously hot.

“What do you think I’m doing?” The fabric slid up her legs in a sensuous caress, his fingers branding her skin, and she swallowed hard, wondering if she could come just from his hands on her thighs.

Yeah. Maybe. She’d look like an idiot and he’d be impressed or possibly even…horrified?

“Trying to take off my dress?” She tried to sound nonchalant about the entire matter, but her voice was shaky and her hands trembled where they rested against the window. “Someone could see, you know,” she added.

“We’re too far up. No one is paying us any attention,” he murmured against her neck, just before he dragged his tongue along her skin.

A squeak escaped her and she curled her hands against the glass, grasping at nothing. Not that she was going anywhere. Luke had a firm hold on her, her skirt bunched in his hands, almost to her waist now. Cool air rushed over her thighs, the center of her legs, and she wobbled on the high heels she wore, her eyes flashing open to stare unseeingly at the city before them.

“Lacy panties,” Luke said, gathering the fabric of her skirt in one hand so he could touch the flimsy waistband of her underwear with the other. “Fuck me.”

Yes. She’d like to do that, as soon as possible. Forget foreplay. It was torture. She
felt
tortured, the way he touched her, the words he said, how he kissed and licked her skin. He hadn’t even gotten to her good parts yet. She might just combust before that happened and damn it, she didn’t want to miss a thing.

“Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling the dress up as he took a step back. “Lift your arms, baby.”

She did as he asked, keeping her gaze straight ahead as he pulled her dress over her head and off her body completely, tossing it to the ground. Another gust of chilled air bathed her skin, hardening her nipples, making goose bumps rise, and she settled her hands back on the glass, closing her eyes when Luke slipped his arms around her, his hands completely engulfing her breasts.

“No bra,” he said against her ear, his fingers teasing her nipples.

Andrea bit back the moan that wanted to escape. “Impossible to wear with the dress.”

“I knew I liked that dress for multiple reasons.” He squeezed her breasts, and she turned to look up at him, drawing in a surprised breath when he kissed her, his tongue delving deep, his hands sliding down her stomach to rest at her hips, and she closed her eyes, lost.

She had a crook in her neck from the position, but she didn’t care. His tongue circled hers, his hands slipped beneath the thin lace straps that crossed at her hips, and everything within her went liquid.

“Keep your hands on the glass,” he commanded when she started to drop them, and she went still, pressing her palms against the giant window. She opened her eyes, keeping her head bent, waiting in breathless anticipation as he stepped away and left her there.

All alone.

Oh crap, what was he doing? She swallowed hard, her mind racing to the worst possibilities, of course. If he brought back a friend, she would freak the hell out. If he had a camera, or whipped out his cell phone and snapped a photo of her like this, she’d kick his ass. Seriously. It didn’t matter if he was made like a freaking mountain—she’d use her heels and kick him where it hurt a man the most.

But she had a feeling he wasn’t going to do anything bad to her. Or if it was bad, she would enjoy every naughty minute of it.

No, really, she knew it was going to be good. So, so freaking good that she’d probably never forget it.

Ever.

“Damn, you look pretty like that, waiting for me in the panties and heels.”

Andrea glanced over her shoulder to find Luke standing mere feet away from her, hands in the front pockets of his jeans, as casual as he pleased. Though his cheeks had a distinct ruddiness to them. And his mouth was swollen. Oh, and other things looked swollen too.

Like the front of his jeans.

“Um.” She paused, licked her lips and noticed the heat flaring in his gaze. This was heady stuff, how easily she affected him. “Where did you go?”

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, a condom wrapper clutched between his fingers. “Wanted to grab one of these.”

She arched a brow. Crap, did he always pack condoms with him in the hopes of getting laid? Protection was best. Protection was smart, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about all this. Uneasiness slid down her spine, and she turned away, facing out the window once more.

The air shifted between them, filled with tension—and not necessarily the good kind. She hung her head and took a deep breath, her hands still braced on the window. She felt him draw near, his body heat reached out toward her, as well as his delicious scent. His hand touched her lower back, fingers drifting, and she shivered despite herself.

“They were in the bathroom,” he said. “The hotel provided them.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard, feeling like an idiot. Of course he came to Vegas to get laid. He was famous. Rich. Handsome. He could own this town and all the pretty young things with a snap of his fingers.

This realization didn’t make her feel any better.

“Can I confess something to you?”

“Um, sure?” She really hoped this was a good confession. Not a I’m-a-serial-killer-type reveal.

His touch grew firmer, his hands sliding around her waist, gripping her. “I haven’t been with a woman in…a while.”

This revelation should not make her feel good. But it did. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He nestled his solid, warm body close to hers, and she let out a shivery breath at first contact. She couldn’t wait to feel him press her into the mattress, his body totally engulfing hers. Her skin was on fire just thinking about it.

“Can I ask why?” Or maybe she didn’t want to know.

“Hadn’t found anyone who interested me.” He said it casually, like no big deal, but it felt like a big deal to her. That no one had interested superstar Luke Nelson until…her?

Get out of town.

“But somehow I interested you?” She had to ask. Had to know. Needed to hear more because he was blowing her mind here.

“Oh yeah. Definitely. Such a pretty face, so sweet, a nurse, for Christ’s sake. A nurse wearing the most sinful dress I’d ever seen.” He slid his hands around to her belly, one trailing lower, lower still, until his fingers slipped beneath the front of her panties and touched her pubic hair, then went further until he gently caressed her wet flesh. She sucked in a harsh breath and held it, lifting her hips to give him better access. “Hmm, you’re soaked.”

She had no words. The men she’d been with in her past didn’t make comments about the condition of her private parts. There were usually a bunch of groans and grunts and on occasion an enthusiastic “oh yeah”, but that was about the gist of it.

Luke was touching her boldly, his hand between her legs, fingers searching her folds, an appreciative hum sounding from deep in his chest. That sound, his touch, his body surrounding hers, all of it made her wetter, hotter, and she leaned back against him, rubbing her butt against his front, earning a deep male groan for her efforts.

“Tease,” he whispered, though he didn’t sound upset. And how could she be upset when his hand worked so diligently beneath her panties, his assured fingers knowing just how to stroke her, circling and flicking her clit. Anticipation swam through her veins, making her tense up, her breath coming in shuddery breaths. She was close, so close. Extra close…

“Not yet.” He withdrew his hand from her panties and she sagged against him, trying to calm her racing heart. She teetered on the edge, she was so sensitive, so primed. Why in the world did he stop?

“Now who’s the tease?” she accused, her voice weak. It was only when her panties fell to her knees did she realize he was taking them off. She stepped out of them, squealing when he dropped to his knees, raining kisses all over her butt. His fingers dipped close, toying with her, and she arched her back, not caring anymore what she looked like, what he thought, or how she was behaving.

She wanted his mouth on her. Now.

“Hmm, anxious?” One long finger slipped inside her and she sighed, then moaned when he licked her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she choked out, disappointment filling her when he pulled away, his hands going to her waist again, giving her a squeeze before he let go. “Where…what are you doing?” If he walked away now she would scream, and not with pleasure either. More like agony, because she was so close, so freaking close to coming, she would do just about anything to make it happen.

That would include tying Luke down on the bed—wherever it was—and using him all night long.

“I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was gruff and she heard a clank as he undid his belt and a zip as he shoved at his jeans. She looked behind her, her mouth dropping open when she caught first sight of his monster cock.

Oooh, it was big. Long and thick and whoa, did he really think that thing was going to fit?

Only one way to find out.

She made him anxious. And no woman had ever made him feel like that. He was so eager to get inside her, his hands shook as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, then tore into the condom and rolled it on like a jittering fool. But holy hell, the way she responded to him, that brief taste of her…how fucking beautiful she looked standing there now only in the heels—
Jesus.

The woman flat out tore him up. Made him feel crazed.

Glancing up, he caught her watching him, those big velvety brown eyes wide, her face flushed, her lips parted like they were waiting for his kiss.

He leaned in and kissed her, his cock prodding at her perfectly shaped ass. She opened for him, the kiss turning sloppy in an instant. Sliding tongues and low moans, and she rubbed her sexy little backside against his cock, making him groan, tightening his fingers around her hips.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you right where you stand.”

A gasp escaped her, those big eyes popping open and staring up at him. “Really?”

“Really,” he said firmly, shifting her back into position. She may have been tall for a woman, but he still towered over her, and he leaned in, dropping kisses along her shoulder, down her back. She shivered beneath his lips, her skin so soft and pretty, warm and flushed with arousal. He stood, smoothing his hand down the center of her back. “Hold on.”

Andrea grasped at the glass, her entire body tense as he slowly pushed inside her. He kept his gaze locked on his cock as it disappeared within her body, sweat forming on his forehead, his mind spinning. She was so tight, so hot. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making it difficult for him to breathe, to concentrate, to even move.

A low moan escaped her and he paused, running his hand over one perfect ass cheek, needing her to relax. “You feel so good,” he gritted out from between his teeth, and she wiggled her butt, spreading her legs.

He sank further, both of them groaning, and he slowly started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, keeping up a steady rhythm designed to drive them out of their minds. His entire body shook and so did hers, and he couldn’t believe the first time they had sex he was fucking her from behind.

What kind of asshole was he?

Well, she didn’t seem to mind. She was pushing back with his every thrust, little moans and whimpers falling from her lips, her hair spilling down her back as she tossed her head. She grappled at the window, her hands slipping against the glass as she tried to hold on, but she was having a hell of a time.

He could relate.

Without thought he grabbed hold of the ends of her hair and tugged, lightly at first, testing her. She had the softest, glossiest hair he’d ever felt. It curled easily around his fingers, the sensuous waves clinging to his hands. When she didn’t protest, he pulled harder and she moaned, the sound driving him fucking crazy.

“Faster,” she whispered, surprising him. “Please.”

Andrea wanted faster? He’d give her faster. He increased his pace, slamming his hips against her ass, going balls-deep, just as he imagined earlier. She took it, encouraging his every deep thrust with sexy little whimpers. Harder and harder he pressed into her, again and again. He was relentless, his fingers digging into her skin, sweat dripping, his chest tight, his balls heavy and ready to explode.

“Close,” he bit out. “I’m so fucking close. You with me?”

She nodded, turning her head so their gazes met. Locked. She shifted, backing up into him, sending him deep, and her eyes slid halfway closed, a sexy moan falling from her lips. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Right there. Oh my God.”

Oh yeah. He could feel her inner walls clutch around him, pulsing, almost vibrating. He witnessed her falling apart, her entire body consumed with shudders, his name falling from her lips in a keening wail that had his own orgasm ripping out of him.

His mind blanked. He gathered her up, taking a step forward, their bodies still intimately connected as he pressed her against the glass. They were both panting, his breaths ragged, his chest aching, his entire body aching. She shivered within his embrace, her hands dropping to her sides as he pushed her against the glass.