When their lips met, it was electric. Sparks of light and energy coursed through his frame. Suddenly, the world was lit with her brightness and scented with her perfume. He wanted to drink her in and keep her close.
He needed her.
When she whimpered into his mouth, he knew she needed him too.
Deepening the kiss, he took control of her mouth. As his tongue tangled with hers, he dragged her up against his body. Her breasts strained against his chest. Her leg moved next to his. Alex’s lungs expanded and yet he couldn’t seem to get any air.
She was his air and he gobbled her down.
When they both seized a breath, she whispered his name. It was the most wonderful sound he’d ever heard. He wanted to hear it again and again.
She lay a hand on his pecs. “I need to go.”
She was even more beautiful with her lips so swollen. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, desperate to touch her in some other way before she disappeared. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
“I’m sure.” She pressed the elevator button. “My friends are waiting for me.”
He tasted her lip gloss. It might have been candy flavor but it tasted like manna. “Tomorrow night, then.”
“It’ll have to be late. It’ll be Anise’s last day in Vegas and I want to make the most of it. Hopefully she’ll be talking to me by then.”
“I don’t care how late it is. Just come to me.”
“Tomorrow night.” The elevator door opened. She got in.
“One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t wear any panties.”
As her jaw dropped, the elevator door closed.
He rubbed his lip. She’d nibbled on it and it still stung. He didn’t mind. He fucking loved it. She’d wanted him enough to put her mark on him, whether she realized it or not.
Dana might like to think there was no future for them, but she couldn’t be more wrong.
If anything, they were just getting started.
***
As Dana rode the elevator, she tried to compose herself.
This isn’t just about hooking up. I want to get to know you, Dana.
Alex Markov of Markov Development. New York nightlife trend setter. Hope of Las Vegas. Every man wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be fucked by him, or so she’d heard.
He wanted her.
Her. Little old her. Born in Henderson, Nevada. Educated in the public school system. Her mother Trudy was a teacher and her father Sam was a truck driver. They’d worked hard to provide a stable home for her and Anise but their daughters had had to work too. Dana had chased every scholarship and had studied her ass off to graduate top of her class. Now, she was at the top of her profession, but she was fully aware there were plenty of others waiting in the wings only too happy to see her fail.
She hadn’t had everything given to her, like Alex had. She’d read his bio. The Markovs were both university professors, the famous kind. The sort that worked the lecture circuits. It was an understatement to say he had been raised in an affluent home. He came from money, probably old money.
He could buy anything,anyone, he wanted.
And he claimed to want her?
Rubbish. He was fooling himself.
