Paige’s foot began to tap along with themusic. “Yeah. I never considered the possibility of getting marriedanyway, not since I was a teenager, but I always thought eloping toVegas would be the way I’d go. Who doesn’t want to get married byElvis?”
“Wayne Newton fans,” Aiden replied with asmile. “or anyone with taste.”
“Then just call me tasteless.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re with this guy,”Aiden said with an expression of dawning realization and pointedtoward Ian.
“Asshole,” Ian said and shoved his shoulderwhile Paige laughed.
She rose up to press a kiss against Ian’scheek. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ian glanced at the chapel again and then ather. He rested his lips briefly on the top of her head and inhaledher sweet scent. The apple aroma of her blood had faded away to bereplaced with a mixture of his blood and hers he found far moretantalizing. They were forever entwined with each other.
The light turned green and they continueddown the road. The limo pulled into the entrance of a large hoteland Ian followed behind. He ignored the raised brows of the valeteyeing the rusting pickup distastefully. Ian climbed out of thetruck, handed over his keys, and gave the kid a twenty.
“I’ve called ahead and booked us roomshere,” Ronan adjusted the lapels of his sport coat as they joinedhim by the front door. “I have a friend here who will keep us offof all the cameras and flying under the radar in case shit hits thefan.”
“How do you know someone who works here?”Paige inquired.
“You live as many years as I do, and you’llknow someone almost everywhere,” Ronan replied. “And most of themowe me a favor.”
She didn’t doubt that for a second. Ian kepthold of her hand as they followed them into the main entrance ofthe hotel. Paige had to force herself not to gawk at the elaborate,arching entranceway done mostly in tones of red and gold. Theringing and rattling of slot machines echoed through the entryway,but she had a feeling she would barely be able to hear them if shewere still human.
Emma stopped walking to admire the numerousphotos of celebrities and entertainers lining the wall across fromthe check-in point. Most of them were in black and white andfeatured people Paige recognized. She smiled when she spottedElvis’s signed photo near the top.
Behind the people and computers lined up onthe elaborately carved, wooden reception desk, a full wall of glassreflected the lights and colors of the main lobby in a dizzyingarray that made her glad she was wearing sunglasses. Ronanapproached a man in his mid-fifties with salt and pepper hair.Paige didn’t know how she knew it, but she recognized instantlythat the man Ronan spoke with wasn’t human. The other guys gatheredaround Ronan to speak with the vampire behind the receptiondesk.
“Amazing.” Emma’s murmured word drew Paige’sattention away from the main desk and back to her.
Paige glanced at the mostly black and whitesphotos before turning away to admire the colors and intricatedesign of the moldings decorating the walls. Tilting her head back,a trickle of amazement went through her when she spotted thestriking mural of fifties era Vegas above her. The colors were eyecatching enough, but it was the artist’s intricate attention todetail that kept her riveted upon the old cars, signs, hotels, andclothing depicted in the mural. She could spend hours looking at itand still find something new within the work.
She felt Ian’s approach before he rested hishands on her shoulders. “Nice.”
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.
“I’ll let you paint my ceiling when wefinally get to see our new home.”
She laughed and turned to face him. “I’dprefer a wall. Whoever painted that mural had to have a major kinkin the neck after.”
“Then you can paint my wall.” He brushed herhair behind her shoulder and slid his arms over them until theinside of his elbows rested near her ears. “Or you could paintme.”
The lascivious smile he gave her caused aquickening in her body. Her breasts tingled as they brushed againsthis chest. She would love to take some paint to his body, to swirlit over his chest, down across his abs, before going lower over histhrobbing cock and heavy balls. She’d follow the direction of thepaint with her tongue…
She hadn’t realized her eyes were followingthe direction of her thoughts until she felt his amusement and lustslithering through her mind. Her head shot up; she fought againstthe color staining her cheeks. His grin revealed all of his teethas he took a step closer to her. “I think we’d both prefer it ifyou painted me.”
“I think so too,” she admitted.
He laughed and pressed a kiss against herforehead. “Come on, let’s go check out our room.”
“Aren’t we going to look for him?” sheasked, anxious to get this over with.
Ian shook his head. “No. Brian says he’s inthe city, but he doesn’t know where, and the sun is coming up.”
“Crap,” Paige muttered, she’d forgotten herfather wouldn’t be capable of walking about in the daytime. “He’llbe going to ground.”
“He will,” Ian agreed.
“Would it be easier if we found him while hewas sleeping, or whatever it is he does during the day?”
