One Wild Vegas Night (2 page)

Smiling, Hannah felt her panic start to ebb, relieved he wasn’t going to pry. “And you. What brings you here?”

Sol’s face dropped for a second, his expression turning…bleak. “Well I’m about to take on a new role with lots of responsibility, so you could say I’m celebrating my last night of freedom.”

His choice of words was odd and she almost asked what he meant, but she hadn’t shared her reasons for being here, so she was not going to push him for answers. Tonight was about no questions and no regrets. She picked up her glass and held it toward him. “So, to freedom, then?”

His expression lightened instantly, his lips curled into a sexy smile, and he clinked his glass with hers. “
Si.
To freedom.”

They both took a sip of their drinks, their gazes still locked together. “So.” He put his glass down. “What shall we do with our freedom?”

Hannah took a breath, looking down at her hands for a moment before boldly meeting his gaze. “I want to drink too much and dance too much and…” She blushed.

Sol’s expression turned smoldering as he leaned closer, capturing both her hands in his. Her instinct was to pull back, but the warmth of his hands shot straight through her, triggering a rush of heat between her thighs and a flutter in her chest. A sharp gasp left her at the sensation and suddenly she didn’t want to pull away, only wanted to get closer to him.

This close, he smelled fantastic, a combination of pine and rich spice that both soothed and excited her at the same time. For a second, her lids dropped and when she opened them again, Sol was staring at her intently. He didn’t speak, just stood and drew her to him, his eyes glinting wickedly.

“Let’s just start with the drinks and dancing, shall we, and then see where we go from there?” His voice was husky as he held her gaze with his.

“Yes,” was her breathy reply.

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Four bars, one casino, and a hazy number of drinks later, Sol found himself guiding Hannah into a salsa bar.

The evening had gone by in a whirl of heated looks, deep conversation, laughter, and as much physical contact as Sol could manage. Hannah was intelligent and witty, with a sharp sense of humor, and they shared a lot of common interests and views. She was also incredibly sexy; her earlier fear had faded to reveal a sultry, sensual female who made the initial spark of attraction grow into a fire within him. Gods, he wanted this woman.

Of course, Sol could sense that the fear was still there, was sure that it was too deeply ingrained to be gone in one evening, and he suspected that someone—most likely a man—had hurt her. With that thought his shifter instincts stirred; his fangs and claws threatening to sharpen with the need to punish and avenge, but he couldn’t risk Hannah seeing him like that so he had to force himself to stay calm.

In the rational part of his mind not affected by the alcoholic haze, Sol knew he was walking a fine line with Hannah. Knew that his shifter side was reacting to her in the way it would for a mate, creating a powerful need inside him to both possess and protect her.

His body was also reacting, producing pheromones that were beginning to affect Hannah physically, though she wouldn’t even realize it. But he could sense her growing arousal, could smell the sweet wetness of her sex, and it was driving him crazy with need and lust. This was a very dangerous position for Sol, especially when he was promised to another, but he’d had just enough drink not to care. All he could think about was getting Hannah naked and being inside her.

The bar was full of couples swaying together on the dance floor, and Hannah’s delighted expression as she looked around told him he’d picked wisely. “This is amazing. The music is wonderful.”

He smiled down at her. “Glad you approve. Do you know how to salsa?”

Her expression dropped. “Not really.”

“
Bueno
. Then I will teach you.” Sol took her hand, meaning to lead her onto the dance floor, but she pulled back. He stopped and turned to face her. “What’s wrong?”

She cast nervous glances toward the dancers, and worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “I haven’t danced in a long time, and I really don’t know the steps.”

Sol moved closer to her, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. “You will be fine, and you said wanted to dance.”

“I’m not sure.” Deep in her eyes there was a flash of fear and Sol’s hand moved to cup her cheek, turning her face up to him.

“I will not let anything bad happen to you, Hannah, I promise. Please trust me.”

She looked at him intently and his body tightened with longing, wanting to close the last bit of distance between them to press his lips to hers, but he held back. For some reason this was a big deal for her, and if he pushed too hard he feared she could slip from his grasp completely. The thought made him want to gnash his teeth, but he forced himself to be still, willing Hannah to give herself to him.

After a few seconds—seconds that felt like a lifetime to Sol—she gave a small nod and a tentative smile. “I do trust you, so okay, let’s do this.”

Elation and relief filled him and his lips curled into a big grin. “You don’t know what that means to me. Come.”

Sol turned back to the dance floor, Hannah’s hand clasped tightly in his, and he offered up a silent thank you. Hannah’s fear had resurfaced for a moment, but she trusted him enough to force it away, and his body hardened with anticipation of where the night would lead them.

They moved through the swaying bodies until they reached a gap on the floor. Sol pulled Hannah in front of him, linking their fingers but leaving space between them so she could watch him move. “Watch my feet.”

Flicking nervous glances between his face and his feet, Hannah watched as he began to move in the back-and-forth motion of the salsa step. After a few beats, she tentatively began to copy, letting him guide her. Once she seemed comfortable with the basic steps, Sol began to turn them in a circle. She followed the movement, and when she next raised her eyes to his, she didn’t look back down.

“That’s it; now swing your hips and shoulders as you step. Like this.” Sol swung his hips as he stepped forward and back, exaggerating the movement slightly so Hannah could see what he meant. After watching him take a few steps, she began to move more fluidly, swinging her hips and shoulders with more confidence, her face bright with enjoyment.

When the next song started, this one with a faster rhythm, Sol pulled her closer till their bodies were only a few inches apart. Her eyes widened for a moment, but when he began to lead them in a faster step she was with him. Her hips swung and her body swayed with an easy, seductive grace, and he couldn’t help but imagine her moving like that underneath him.

Hannah’s eyes were bright, her skin flushed, and when he twirled her unexpectedly she gasped and then laughed, an exuberant sound that pleased Sol in an almost unfathomable way. This was what he wanted; Hannah relaxed and happy, feeling safe enough with him to let go of her fear and enjoy herself.

“This is fantastic!” She beamed at him.

He returned her smile. “I’m so happy you like it and you didn’t have anything to worry about; you’re a natural.”

She laughed. “Thanks but you’re a good teacher and…” her gaze flicked down to his body before rising back up to his face,”…you move really well.” Her voice dipped as she spoke the last words, her lips curling into a sultry smile that made his cock jerk in his pants.

With a swallow, Sol spun them both round again. As the song came to an end, he twirled Hannah one last time, dipping her back against his arm. “Oh!” she cried out, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, but then she laughed and Sol found the sound unexpectedly erotic.

She felt so fragile in his arms, once again triggering his deepest protective instincts, and he could feel the heat spreading through him where they touched. As they stared into each other’s eyes, their faces so close he felt her warm breath against his skin, the music slowed to a sexier beat and the mood between them suddenly turned serious.

Gazes locked, breath mingling, the tension began to build between them until they both trembled from the force of it. Raising her up, Sol pulled Hannah to him, pressing his body firmly against her luscious curves, leaving no space between them. He heard her gasp and when his hand dropped down to cup her ass, pulling her tight against his aching erection, she moaned.

His other hand moved to cup the back of her neck, clasping her to him. Then he began to move against her, guiding her body in a slow rocking motion. An erotic movement that pressed their lower bodies together even harder, bringing her hot core against his rock-hard arousal. He growled low in his throat at the sensation and Hannah’s lids dipped, her fingers digging into him.

“
Dios.
I want you so much, Hannah. I want to touch you, taste you. I…I need to be inside you.” Her lids flew open at his words, and he could see the desire simmering in her eyes.

“Tonight has been like a dream. Here with you is like a dream. I feel like I can do anything.” Her voice was a low whisper and Sol pulled her closer, his lips brushing her temple.

“And what do you want do to?” His voice had also dropped low, almost a growl, and he felt her shiver in response.

She pulled back to look up at him, a determined light coming into her eyes. “I want to kiss you.”

The next instant Sol’s lips found hers, so soft and warm against his, and he kissed her with a pressing sense of urgency. She matched the movement, yielding to him when his tongue pressed forward; her lips parted to allow him to taste her mouth. He teased her lips and the tip of her tongue with his and when she moaned, he deepened the kiss, pressing her even tighter to him.

As they held each other tightly, muscles tensed, lips and tongues moving as one, any pretense of dancing was soon forgotten. Sol was harder than he’d ever been in his life; his whole body thrummed with desire, and he could feel the heat between Hannah’s thighs even through their clothes. Her scent was flooding him till all he could see, feel, or think about was her, every instinct driving him to get her away and make her his.

Sol wasn’t sure which one of them broke the contact first, but when they pulled back they were both panting. Hannah’s lips were red from his kisses and her skin was flushed, giving her a wanton look that made his stomach tighten with need.

“I have to have you, Hannah. I cannot wait much longer.”

“Me neither. I want you so much. Just take me back to the hotel, Sol, please.”

***

Hannah was glad they left the club when they did. She didn’t feel like herself, didn’t feel fully in control. Something had happened to her on the dance floor; for some reason Sol made her feel safe, and pressed against him, his amazing scent and strong arms wrapping around her, the fear she’d carried with her for so long had fallen away.

That feeling was like the most powerful aphrodisiac and she’d never felt more aroused. One more minute of Sol’s kisses and she feared she would have begged him to take her right then and there in the middle of the dance floor.

As they walked out of the club wrapped around each other, Sol seemed reluctant to let her go even for a second, and Hannah couldn’t have been happier. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met; his voice, his body, the way he moved, all made her feel alive with desire, and he looked at her with such longing, such need, that it made her feel sexy and beautiful.

The cab ride to the hotel passed in a blur of entangled limbs and passionate kisses, Hannah barely able to keep her hands off him as they passed from the cab through the lobby to the elevator. The instant the elevator doors closed behind them Sol had her pressed against the wall, his hands gripping her waist; his head dropped to her neck, feathering sultry kisses along her skin. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into him, her body on fire.

Feels so good, never want to stop, need him inside me.
The thought took her by surprise but with it came a sudden rush of clarity. “Wait,” she managed to gasp. “What about protection?”

Sol pulled back, his brow furrowing. “You can’t get pregnant.” As he spoke, his hand skimmed up the inside of her arm, brushing the hard line of the contraceptive implant under her skin.

Her lips parted in surprise. “How did you know I had that?”

“I felt it when we were dancing.” She was surprised he’d noticed it and there was something odd about his tone, but she shrugged it off.

“Well, okay, but what about STDs?”

His eyes narrowed, his expression turning intense. “I’m clean, Hannah, I swear, and I know you are.”

She was; she’d been tested only last week, but how could he know that? And how could she just take his word that he was? “I—”

Sol’s hand moved up to brush her cheek, cutting her off. “I promised I would not let anything bad happen to you, Hannah. I swear I’m not carrying anything that could hurt you. Trust me, please.”

His voice rang with sincerity, and before she could answer, his head dropped once again to her neck. With every press of his lips the rational part of her mind weakened. As if he could feel her wavering, he pressed against her, covering every inch of her with his large body. His spicy pine scent was fogging her brain, and when he pressed his hard erection to her with a low groan, all resistance crumbled. She threw her arms around his neck and arched into him. He moaned with approval.