“I can’t help it.” His aqua eyes flashed with hunger. “It’s your fault I look at you this way, all your fault.”
“Guess you’ll have to punish me.” I stepped past him, giggling, as he swiped my hand, then slammed his mouth against mine. This time there were no slow languid movements of his tongue or his lips—no, this was possession, domination, and although I’d always booed the submissive type of girl, I was ready to get on my hands and knees and beg him to kiss me like that again and again until my lips were bruised.
My legs flexed, then clenched together as he deepened the kiss, then with one hand swiped the key card over the door handle.
We stumbled into the room.
The card fell to the floor.
Along with Reid’s shirt.
And somehow mine.
I looked down. “How’d you manage that?”
“Magic hands.” His smooth voice was just as enticing as his mouth. I laughed as he crooked his finger at me, then kissed me again, this time lifting me into the air and twirling me around a few times before setting me back on my feet.
“What was that for?”
“Overcome with excitement.” Reid nodded breathlessly. “Felt the need to do a little dance with you in my arms. Why? Didn’t you like it?”
I giggled. “I loved it.”
“I love—” His fingers dug into my sides as he looped his hands into my skinny jeans and slowly slid them down my body, his mouth following down the valley of my breasts to my belly button and stopping there. “This, this spot right here.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“You little rebel, tell me you used to have a belly button ring and I’m going to tattoo your name on Max’s ass.”
“Not yours?”
“Mine’s too pretty.”
“Fair.” I shuddered as his hot breath teased my stomach. “And yes, I thought it would make me cool.”
“Did it?” He blew across my skin.
“Huh?” I blinked down at him. “Did what?”
He licked a circle around my belly button as I dug my hands into his hair and pushed his head down so he would keep going.
Reid chuckled darkly, then glanced up, his piercing blue eyes making me dizzy with longing. “Did the belly button ring make you cool?”
“No.” I swallowed. “And I wasn’t brave enough to show it off, so it was pointless.”
“That’s too bad.” He started unbuttoning my jeans. I wanted to tell him to stop as nerves started to creep up on me again, but his eyes, those eyes were so adoring, so trusting that I let him. I let him slide my jeans all the way down my legs.
And when they got caught on my feet and I felt like an awkward turtle who’d just gotten pushed on its back, he slowly lifted one foot and tugged then lifted the other.
Being that close to a man, where he could see every single dimple in my skin, every single scar, every single mark, was terrifying to say the least.
But something about his touch, the way he held me, the way he explored, relaxed me.
“This isn’t a onetime thing.” He glanced up. “You know that, right?”
I nodded slowly.
“This—” He gripped my butt, then tugged my hips closer to him as he placed an open-mouth kiss across my lower stomach. “This isn’t a fling. This isn’t something that stays in Vegas. I need you to understand that right now.”
“I understand.” My voice shook. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Good.” He winked.
And then my underwear was suddenly pooling at my ankles.
He stood, his grin devilish as he reached behind me and with one hand unhooked my bra.
“Talented.” I raised one eyebrow.
“Sebastian,” he teased. “You have no idea.”
“So show me,” I taunted.
Eyes hazy, I watched him beneath my lashes as he slowly cupped my face and whispered, “No complaining when you get dehydrated and are in desperate need of food. I’m locking us in the room until I’m satisfied, until you’re satisfied, and then I’m going to do it over and over again. If you want out, you better say something now, because once we start there will be no stopping.”
“Kinda bossy, aren’t you?”
“You love it.” His mouth fused against mine as he lifted me into the air again, as if I weighed nothing, and he plunged his tongue between my lips, tasting so warm and sweet.
“I do,” I admitted.
I hadn’t realized that we were already in his bedroom. Or that he had shut the door, or that he still had jeans on.
What? Had I blacked out or was he just that good?
It had been years since I’d slept with anyone.
And the first time I decide to jump back into the sack, so to speak, I jump back in with the king of sex.
The room was dim, and in that moment, I was very much aware why he was cast as the Phantom. There was something dark about him, something so seductive that my heart was racing as if I was in danger, but the good kind, the kind that you run toward even though you aren’t sure you’ll survive it. Like surfing a wave that could kill you.
Or standing outside during a hurricane.
His masculine beauty was both terrifying and intriguing. My body responded and arched beneath his touch like I was an instrument and he was the musician.
“Phantom,” I whispered. “Too bad you didn’t bring props.”
“Ah, so she wants the cape.”