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by Lauren Dane

  “I’m not worried,” she told him with a teasing look from under her lashes. “But I do have a couple of fantasy requirements.”

  He flashed a grin and reached out to skim the tips of his fingers along her hair, just where it poured over her shoulder. Gia almost whimpered. If she got this turned on when he barely touched her, what was it going to be like once they had full body contact of the naked kind going on?

  And why the hell weren’t they finding out? Like, now?

  “What kind of requirements? Do they require the ability to tie knots or perform blindfolded?”

  Images of him being tied to the bed, blindfolded, while she had her way with him filled her head. She had to swallow, twice, before she could talk.

  “My fantasy outline moves pretty fast,” she said, giving in to the need and reaching out to press her hand against his chest. Her breath caught. Despite his mellow expression and chill body language, she could feel his heart pounding beneath her fingers. It made her feel sexy. Strong. Desired. “I’d love to fill you in on the details, but maybe somewhere more private than the lounge.”

  His eyes darkened as her heart raced.

  Emboldened, Gia closed the distance until there was only air between them. Biting her lip, she tilted her head toward the elevator bank and arched one brow. “I have a room.”

  Looking as if he was fighting a major internal battle, Luke closed his eyes, clenching his teeth in a grimace.

  “Vanna, you’re about the sexiest thing I’ve ever met. And I want you like crazy,” he said, looking at her again. “But I’m not really the slam-bam kind of guy.”

  Awww. Gia’s heart melted a little bit. He was so sweet.

  Sweet enough to start thinking crazy things about. Sweet enough to wonder what he was doing after Vegas.

  And all that was crazy thinking. As much out of need as to slam the door shut on those kinds of thoughts, she shifted onto her tiptoes. The tips of her fingers pressed against his chest for balance, she leaned closer and brushed a gentle open-mouthed kiss over his lips.

  So soft.

  She trembled, desire pounding through her.

  They had to do this.

  Now.

  Before she talked herself out of it.

  “Come up to my room,” she invited again. “I won’t make you call me ma’am.”

  Luke could resist sexy in a woman. And easy had lost its charm a long time ago. But ease, sexiness and a sharp sense of humor?

  Oh, baby.

  Add a sweetly curved ass and lips that begged to be kissed?

  He was putty.

  But putty didn’t mean slutty.

  Standing behind Gia as she flashed her keycard in front of the door scanner, he stared at her perfect ass and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Did giving in to pure lust instead of pushing to find out the woman’s last name make him a dog? Or just one hell of a lucky guy?

  Despite his reputation, Luke had always prided himself on knowing the women he stripped naked and worshipped with his tongue.

  But there was something about Vanna.

  She was irresistible.

  Her back still to him, that glittery black dress draped low so as to draw his eyes right to her sweet ass, she looked over her shoulder at him. Her big eyes were wide and enticing, but he could see the nerves beneath the desire.

  It was the concern in her gaze that silenced his own doubts. Despite her bombshell looks and vampy manner, this wasn’t business as usual for her.

  They were both stepping outside their comfort zones. Which, for some reason, made it a much easier step to take.

  He supposed if fantasies were easy, everyone would be acting them out. And the whole point of a fantasy was to push the boundaries, to slam up against your comfort zone and plunge beyond.

  Luke watched those sexy hips sway as she crossed the threshold into the hotel room.

  Then, like one of Pavlov’s dogs, he followed her right in, letting the heavy door slide shut behind him.

  Since they were both doing something new tonight, they might as well see what else they could come up with. Maybe when they finished with her fantasies, they could try out a few of his.

  “Nice room,” he said without looking around.

  She tossed her tiny bag on the dresser. Neither of them even glanced over as it crashed against the mirror before sliding to the floor.

  “It’ll do.”

  “Do?”

  “Do for this,” she said. Her eyes were unsure but her smile wicked as she reached down, crisscrossing her arms to grab the hem of her dress.

  Before Luke could do more than breathe a grateful prayer, she slid the black glittery fabric up her body.

  One glorious inch at a time.

  His mouth went dry as the fabric skimmed rounded thighs, showing that she was a stocking and garter kind of gal.

  Then the black glitter inched higher, and Luke damn near dropped to his knees.

  She was also a commando kind of gal. Heart pounding, his eyes glued to that sleekly waxed thatch of hair, he missed the rest of the dress’s ascent.

  His body throbbed, hard and needy.

  His fingers itched with a need to touch. To sink into her warmth and see if she was as hot inside as she was out.

  Then, still clad in sheer black stockings, a red satin garter and those heels, she stepped over to the bed. The move gave him a look at her butt, which was just as fabulous naked as it was covered in fabric. It also forced his eyes away from her thatch, so he could take in the rest of the view.

  Oh, baby.

  She was incredible. Full breasts tipped with pale pink nipples, and a dusting of freckles over her chest. Luke wasn’t sure what he’d done in life to deserve this fantasy, but he was damned grateful.

  “I’m going to put this—” she held up a foil-wrapped condom that she’d grabbed off the bedside table “–here.”

  She tucked it into the lace of her stocking. Not on her outer thigh, though. Her inner thigh. Right there, inches away from the heaven that beckoned behind that tidy strip of curls.

  Luke moaned.

  He’d seduced plenty of women over the years.

  And he’d been seduced plenty of times.

  But he’d never been reduced to pure lusting hormones, ready to beg for a taste, before.

  “Well?” she asked, arching her brows so high they disappeared behind her bangs. Much like her dress had disappeared behind the chair.

  Luke swallowed. Hard.

  “Well?” he repeated, buying his brain enough time to decipher the sputtering warning signals it was trying to spout off. All he knew about her was that she had a rockin’ hot bod, a gorgeous smile and a wicked sense of humor. But it was hard to care about her last name or life details when his body was demanding a taste of the pleasure she was offering.

  “Well, are you up for a little fantasy fulfillment?” she asked. Her words were low and husky and her expression filled with pure invitation. But her fingers trembled just a little as she skimmed them down her sides and over those sweet hips to the ribboned tops of her stockings.

  “Your fantasy? Or mine?”

  “What do you want to bet they are pretty close to the same,” she said, laughing.

  Only one way to find out.

  Luke strode forward, moving fast enough that her eyes rounded with surprise, then narrowed in pleasure just before his mouth closed over hers.

  Her lips were so soft. Deliciously welcoming. His tongue swept over the edge of her teeth, gentle and teasing. She sighed, as if relaxing into the pleasure.

  But relaxation wasn’t his goal here.

  His tongue plunged.

  Swift, hard, swirling.

  He took her mouth in huge greedy gulps.

  His hands tunneled into the silken mass of her hair, tilting her head back to meet his demands.

  Their mouths danced together as if the kiss had been choreographed. Each move he made, she met perfectly. Every sound she made got him even hotter. His body tight as a spri
ng, he teetered on the edge of totally losing control.

  It was like diving into a maelstrom.

  He’d found heaven. She tasted delicious, she felt incredible and she blew his mind straight to hell.

  Holy shit.

  Stunned at the power, the depths and the intensity of his passion, he stared into her big eyes.

  She opened her mouth as if to comment, then closed it again. Good. Maybe her brain was as scrambled as his.

  Before she could unscramble it, he lifted her off her feet.

  Time for a little of that initiative he’d mentioned.

  His hands on her waist, Luke backed her up until she was trapped between the wall and the hard, throbbing length of his body.

  He snagged her wrists, pulling her arms above her head to catch both in one hand. Focusing on the delight instead of the shock in her eyes, he cupped the back of her neck with his free hand, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head into the perfect position again. Before she could do more than gasp, he took her mouth.

  Hot. Wild. Intense.

  Their lips slid, their teeth nipped. Tongues dueled.

  Quick as lightning, he pulled his hand from her hair to unsnap his pants. He didn’t have to bother with the zipper. His erection shoved that right down.

  Luke was barely aware of moving, barely cognizant of anything but the feel of her against his body. Somehow, with only a brief groan-inducing foray into her wet heat, he retrieved the condom from her garter and slid it on.

  Then, before she had time to offer up more than a wicked smile, he released her wrists, grabbed her ass and lifted her high.

  Gasping, she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips to keep her balance.

  “That’s the way,” Luke murmured as the sharp heels of her shoes dug into his cheeks.

  Then he thrust, hard and fast, into her welcoming body.

  It was like sliding into ecstasy.

  Fingers gripping her ass, her shoulders propped tight against the wall and her head thrown back, Luke watched Vanna as he plunged.

  In and out.

  Her breath came in gasps.

  Deeper and harder.

  A silken flush of red swept over her breasts up to her cheeks.

  Her hips undulated, meeting each thrust with a little shimmy.

  Insatiable, desperate, he arched his back to pound harder against her soft body.

  He needed to taste her.

  He wanted to feel those nipples, as big and inviting as berries, between his fingers. He craved the scent of her, just there in the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.

  But he couldn’t stop.

  He could only thrust.

  He couldn’t taste. He couldn’t bury his face in her warmth. But he still wanted more. He’d take more.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes still closed.

  It damned near killed him, but Luke forced his body to halt. Dick just barely inside her, he could almost hear it whimper its own protest.

  Vanna’s eyes flew open. Frowning, she gave him an impatient look.

  Luke shifted, moving just a little so the tip of his erection circled her pouting lips.

  Her gaze turned to a plea.

  He held those brown eyes captive as he slowly, so freaking slowly he thought he was going to explode, slid back into her.

  Deep inside.

  Then he stopped.

  He could feel the walls of her body gripping him, rippling as if milking the pleasure from his cock.

  There ya go.

  Luke grinned. Then, with her eyes still watching him as if she were afraid he’d deny her again if she closed them, he plunged again.

  Hard and fast.

  “Ohhhhh,” she cried, the word rising as her fingers dug tighter into his biceps. Her nails cut into him, the tingling pain adding an extra edge of incredible to the experience.

  Her back arched.

  Her breath came in fast, intense gasps as the climax pounded over her. He could feel the power of it in her shaking thighs, her trembling fingers.

  Her soaking heat pouring over him.

  Panting, her eyes blurry with pleasure, she pursed her lips and blew him a kiss.

  He exploded.

  Chapter Four

  Girlz Guide to Doing It Right…

  Make ’em beg, then make ’em grateful they did.

  Gia had no idea how long she’d lain there, her body a puddle of melted lust poured over Luke.

  It turned out fantasies were pretty freaking awesome. Living out a naughty dream, jumping outside the comfort zone, making incredible memories. She’d been hopeful. And Luke’s rep had pretty much guaranteed awesome sex.

  So she’d followed the gettin’ it plan on the surface, telling herself it’d be totally awesome. But still, in the back of her mind, she had shored up plenty of justifications in case everything fell apart. She’d worried that maybe she’d chicken out. Or that by the time she found him, he’d already have hooked up with someone for the weekend. Or, high-score freak-out, that when they did get together, it’d be mediocre. That they’d have blah, average sex despite the makeover and Las Vegas mojo.

  Nothing blah, average or boring about this sex. It’d been mind-blowingly incredible. She gave a little shiver, her thighs pressing together as if holding tight to the memory. There weren’t enough words in her vocabulary to describe how good it had been. How great he’d felt inside her. How intense those four orgasms had been.

  Four. Freaking. Orgasms.

  She was seriously speechless.

  Which could be a problem if she was going to tell her friends all about how great this weekend was. Maybe she could pick up a thesaurus on her way home.

  Or give the fabulous sex a few more tries in case it inspired some memorable descriptions she could use to sing odes to this fantasy.

  Beneath her, Luke moaned. The sound was so faint, she wasn’t sure if she actually heard it or just felt his chest rumble against her ear.

  “Nice,” he murmured on a long sigh. “Very, very nice.”

  Nice?

  Mittens were nice.

  Struggling to keep from pouting—or worse, opening the door to her self-doubts again—Gia wrapped herself back in Vanna’s personality. Sex sirens were naughty enough to balance nice.

  “You like?” she asked, keeping her words light and sexy. As if every ounce of her confidence weren’t teetering on the edge of a cliff, waiting to jump to its destruction at one wrong word from him.

  “Like? Babe, I can’t move my feet. I’m pretty sure a few brain cells exploded in the intensity of that orgasm. Yeah. I like.” He patted her naked butt a couple of times as if to emphasize his point.

  Well, then. Suddenly filled with energy and trying not to giggle, Gia grinned against his chest.

  She wanted to do it again.

  But first…

  Curiosity overtaking her need to maintain her role, she shifted upright, stretching her very satisfied body and noting the tingles still making their way through her system as she did. She pulled the sheet around her and tucked it under her arms as she scooched higher on the mountain of pillows. Pushing the unfamiliar weight of her long hair off her face, she gave Luke a tentative look.

  “So hey, I’ve got a question.” She hesitated, not sure how to ask it without sounding silly. Or worse, desperate.

  Deliciously mussed, his black hair was a vivid contrast against the white sheets. His face was as relaxed as his body, the look in those gorgeous eyes a rewarding mix of pleasure and slumberous satisfaction.

  “Yes, it was good for me,” he teased when she didn’t say anything.

  Delighted, Gia hummed and gave in to the need to slide her fingers through his hair. It was so soft, like heavy silk. Emotions tangled in her belly, deep and needy, but she tried to ignore them.

  “You seemed a little reluctant to come up here with me. Why?”

  Brows high, Luke opened his mouth as if to make another joke
. When she arched her brows, though, he shrugged and shifted onto his side so they faced each other. Unlike her, he didn’t bother to pull the sheet over himself. Which meant the view was mouthwateringly distracting, making it difficult for Gia to focus on the conversation.

  “I wasn’t reluctant,” he finally said, his gaze a hot caress as it skimmed over her body. The look on his face was pure appreciation, as if he were trying to assure her that he was totally into the view. His body, getting in on the reassurance, demonstrated some intriguing evidence between his thighs. Since she really wanted to hear his answer, Gia forced herself to keep her eyes on his.

  “Okay, if not reluctant, what would you call it? Thirsty?”

  “Hungry,” he teased. A long look at her face told him she wasn’t going to let it go, so he finally sighed and made a dismissive gesture with one hand. “You wanted a fantasy tonight. That means stepping outside your normal routine, right? Doing something different. Something you’ve invested a lot of time and thought into.”

  Gia slowly nodded. Well, wasn’t he insightful. Maybe a little too insightful.

  “Well, my fantasy is a little different.” Pulling his gaze from hers, he paused to take a deep breath, as if he was trying to find the right words.

  “My fantasy includes a little more intimacy,” he finally said, his words slow and low. As if he was tiptoeing around them, unused to explaining himself. “Knowing more about a woman than her bra size before I slide into her body.”

  She should probably have been insulted. Instead, she was a little thrilled. After all, she was only a sex siren in the fantasy. In real life it was nice to know a guy like Luke wasn’t all about the easy lay. It was sweet.

  Even as she sighed and started to melt a little inside, her mind screamed warning. Sweet intimacy led to opening her heart. To thinking of Luke as a man, a person she wanted to know better. Someone she could fall for. And that kind of thinking was totally off-limits.

  Gia squirmed. Oh, no. Naked sexual intimacy was one thing. But she wasn’t about to share the real her. He’d just have to settle for her naked body. Especially since she was pretty damned sure that if he had any idea who the real her was, he’d have no interest in any part of her, naked or not.