Free Hot on His Heels (What Happens in Vegas) by Margo Bond Collins Page B

Sadie’s belly, and the feel of it sent a shiver through her just as Jake pressed his lips to hers. The shudder seemed to move from her and into him, and a low sound hummed deep in his throat as his tongue pressed lightly against her lips, teasing them open.
    She resisted for a moment, certain that once he had gained total access to her mouth, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from tumbling into his bed.
    But she had known—or maybe hoped—that this evening had been heading this direction since he had shown up at her door earlier in the evening. With a moan, she opened her lips. He ran his tongue lightly around the inside of her mouth, causing her to shiver again.
    She moved her hands lightly across the shoulders she had stared at all night, wondering how they would feel under her hands. Bringing her fingers to the tie at his throat, she worked to undo the knot by touch alone as she feverishly returned his kiss, pressing herself closer and closer to him.
    When the elevator dinged and shuddered to a stop, Sadie dropped from her tiptoes down to the soles of her feet and turned, prepared to leave. Only Jake’s restraining hand on her waist kept her from barreling into the three young men waiting to board.
    “Not our stop,” Jake whispered into her hair.
    Sadie felt her usual flush flame up her chest and across her cheeks and she looked away from the men—who were, admittedly, far too interested in their own conversation to pay any attention to the couple in the corner. Still, she watched the numbers on the display panel above the door rise higher and higher, and her imagination spun away with them. For an instant, it seemed as if only the heat of Jake’s hand on her waist anchored her, kept her from floating away on a sea of her own desire.
    Great. Now I’m waxing poetic.
    If sex with a cover model turns me into a bad poet, maybe I should opt out now.
    The thought made her snicker, and Jake leaned around far enough to see her face. “You okay, prof?” he asked, the smile creasing his face softening the teasing tone of his words.
    “All good,” she replied, her own voice soft and sure.
    “Then let’s go.” Jake reached down and took her hand as he ushered her out of the elevator.
    “Have fun,” one of the men in the elevator called out, and his friends burst into laughter.
    So maybe they had not been utterly oblivious to Sadie and Jake, after all.
    Jake offered them a general wave in the direction of his forehead, reminiscent of a salute. “Oh, I plan to,” he said, too quietly for the other men to hear as the elevator door closed on their hilarity.
    Halfway to the hotel room, Jake spun her around to face him and pulled her in for another deep kiss. He all but carried her down the hall, his hand slipping under her ass to support her as he moved them toward the room. By the time they reached the door, she could barely stand, clinging to Jake as he pressed the length of him against her, sliding one knee between her legs to hold her steady against the door as he used one hand to fish the room key out of his wallet.
    They practically fell into the hotel room, hands roving as their kisses grew more frantic. Jake kicked the door closed behind him, and Sadie began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers working hurriedly to remove the barrier between her hands and his chest.
    Suddenly, Jake took her by the shoulders and held her still, stepping back from her. Sadie’s stomach dropped again, this time in misery. He was going to stop this.
    Instead, he stared steadily into her eyes for a long moment.
    “I want to make sure we’re on the same page,” he finally said, his voice soft.
    One corner of Sadie’s mouth crooked up. “If that page includes ending up in bed together, then yes. Absolutely. I want you, Jake Blaine.” Her stomach tightened again in anxiety, but she kept her gaze steady. She might be terrified of being rejected by this man who was so far out of her league, but that didn’t mean he ever had to