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The look on his face remained unreadable. Did she just screw up? God, she hoped not.

“To be fair, you booked the hotel.” His fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling it over to his lips, and he pressed a kiss where her pulse raced. “And I’ll always put you first, Summer.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “Do you have any idea how sweet you are?”

“No one’s ever described me as sweet before.” His tongue flicked against the delicate skin of her wrist, and wildfire licked through her veins. One touch, one kiss, and he could take her from zero to sixty.

“Oh, you most definitely are the sweetest,” she assured him, shoving the sheet aside and pushing him back as she climbed astride. His cock began to rise, reaching for her, and she grasped him, working him until he was thick and pulsing.

“Fuck, Summer.” His hips bucked. “Condom,” he hissed.

Reaching over, she grabbed one off the nightstand, unwrapped it and rolled it on his twitching length. Then she guided his straining cock to her entrance and sank down, taking him as deeply as possible. Angling her body just right, she set the pace as his hands gripped her hips, helping her rise up and down. She was a little tender, but it was so damn worth it.

Because the man looking up at her, his blue eyes full of awe and wonder, confirmed one very important thing: Lex was nothing like Scott. And when Lex said he’d always put her first, she believed him.

All the food Lex had ordered stayed warm under the lids, and they ate…eventually. Nibbling on their favorites and restoring their strength after several bouts between the sheets.

At the top of the menu had been each other. And they didn’t get much sleep because of it either. They were too busy fucking. Sometimes, it was slow and sensual. Other times, it had been harder, deeper, all-consuming. But every single time, Lex took care of Summer first. Made sure she was fucking soaring over the orgasmic, lubricated rainbow before he found his own release.

The connection he felt with her was unlike anything he’d ever experienced with a lover. With Summer, he didn’t hold back or play the cocky charmer. He just opened up and didn’t try to be anyone other than who he was—a lonely man who’d lost his father recently and who, honestly, hadn’t been coping all that well.

By the time morning came, the sheets were on the floor and their limbs were tangled. Lex’s face was buried in Summer’s hair, and he’d been dreaming they were on a tropical island when a buzzing sound woke him up. With a groan, he realized it was his phone and he grabbed it, checking the caller ID.

Brandon. After carefully extricating himself from Summer, he sat on the edge of the bed and swiped the bar over. “Hey, Brand,” he answered, voice low and a little groggy.

“Morning, Sunshine!” Brand barked, and Lex flinched. “Hope I didn’t disturb you.”

Lex glanced over at Summer who rustled beside him. Getting up, he reached down, picked up the sheet and carefully covered her. Then he walked over to the window and peered out between the heavy blackout curtains, a staple of Las Vegas hotels. “What time is it?” he mumbled.

“Seven AM.” Seven in Cielo Springs meant only six in Vegas, and Lex yawned. “Time to rise and shine because I’ve got news for you.”

That perked him up. “Did you hear from Mitch?”

“Sure did. That picture of the dead guy you sent? Mitch had his people run it through their system and they got a hit. His name is Lenny Lubicki, better known as Scorpion.”

“How original,” Lex murmured, rolling his eyes.

“He worked for a guy named Mack “The Mechanic” Dougherty. Mack owns an auto body shop and junkyard in the desert right outside of Vegas. He’s notorious for selling old hunting rifles and cheap handguns with scratched-off serial numbers. Also stolen police gear.”

Lex’s mind flashed to the piece of paper with Scott’s chicken-scratch handwriting. “When we went to Scott’s apartment, Summer found an address for Mack’s Body Shop & Junkyard. We’ll check it out.”

“Roger that.”

“Oh, and Brand?” Lex glanced over at Summer.

“Yeah?”

“How’s Flossie?” He knew Summer missed her baby terribly and would want a full report.

“Tell Summer she’s good. Julia is out walking her as we speak. She’s probably getting way too many treats, though.”

Lex grinned. “Thanks, Brand.”

“No problem. Call me after you visit Dougherty. And be careful.”

“Will do.”

They disconnected, and Lex continued scanning the view of the city. The boulevard below appeared quiet with very few people walking the sidewalk or taking in the sights. It was still incredibly early for a town that thrived on its nightlife.