Bones nodded and headed back into our room. No doubt my friend would be watching through the peep hole to make sure I was okay.
"Is something going on?" Markie asked. "Bones seems like he's on edge."
"He's always like that when we travel." It wasn't a complete lie. Bones did tend to stress and hover even more than normal whenever we were away from Vegas.
Nodding, she leaned against the door, resting her hand on the handle. "Thanks for dinner, dancing, everything. It was nice." Her eyes drifted to my lips. "Really nice."
Placing my hands on the door, on either side of her face, I leaned in. Our lips brushed. Hers were soft, warm, and welcoming, I couldn't get enough of them. I moved closer and deepened the kiss. Markie opened her mouth to me. I'd never been much into kissing--it had always seemed like unnecessary foreplay--but with Markie, it was different. I enjoyed it. I could do it all day. She tasted like sweet wine and smelled like a tropical paradise. Her hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me against her. Surprised to see her so aggressive, I stepped up my game. My hand went to the back of her neck and held her steady.
Suddenly her body bucked forward, shoving me away. Cheeks pink and lips swollen, a combination of desire, fear, and regret spinning in her bright blue eyes, her hand flashed the keycard in front of the lock and it clicked open.
She pushed open the door and leaped backwards, over the threshold of the room.
Damn. She was going to ice me out again. "Wait."
She took another step back and lowered her head.
"Sorry, Angel, I can't," she whispered, her voice husky.
"Why not?" I asked.
Before I could answer, she closed the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Markie
ANGEL SET MY entire body on fire. Ripping off the borrowed bathrobe and tossing it aside, I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath. Never in my life had I wanted anything as much as I wanted him.
But that couldn't happen.
Still, it physically hurt me to shut Angel down, especially since I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Maybe even more. His dark eyes had pooled with lust, and his lips... and oh my god, that tongue! Just imagining the things he could do with it spiked my body temperature and made my sex ache.
I'd only ever been with one guy. Derek had been my high school sweetheart and I thought we'd get married and grow old together. Even though I'd loved him at the time, sex had always been awkward and clumsy. I hadn't missed it at all since we broke up and I flew to Africa.
But my body had never reacted this way to Derek.
I had a feeling Angel could play me like a fiddle, and oh how I needed him to pluck my strings. I closed my eyes and imagined Angel's lips and hands roaming over my body. Would he be gentle? Rough? I was burning to find out.
He'd wanted more, and I shut the door on him. What if he was still out there in the hall, his body about to combust as well? Why was I torturing us like this? Wouldn't it be a kindness to douse these flames together?
My resolve melted, and I grabbed the door handle.
What if he's not out there?
Then it's a sign that it's not meant to be. I will not knock on his door.
Holding my breath, I turned the knob and cracked open the door.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?" his voice sounded husky. Sexy. It brought me to my knees. No turning back now.
"Wanna come in?"
The door pushed the rest of the way open and Angel stalked in, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. Eyes dark, dilated, and dangerous, he closed the door behind him as his gaze drifted up and down my body.
He was too far away. Gesturing him closer, I pushed off the wall, lunging forward. We met in the middle. Mouths mashed together, my hands frantically tugged at his clothes. I needed to feel him inside me before I came to my senses and changed my mind.
