Ryan and I exchange glances.

“Do you think she’s serious? That they’re really going to …” I can’t bring myself to say the word.

Ryan stares at the elevator bay with admiring eyes. “God, I hope so.”

“Seriously?” I wrinkle my nose. “Why?”

“Because if that guy, who looked like he was nearly a hundred, is still getting elevator action, that means getting old might not be so bad after all.” Ryan tugs me around to face him. “Speaking of getting action, where were we?”

He drops his head and covers my mouth with his.

My heart hammers and the sound of blood rushing through my ears drowns out any doubts or insecurities I’m having as Ryan guides me, without breaking the kiss, down the hallway. His left arms stays looped tightly around my ribcage, holding me flush against his side as he fumbles in his pocket.

“Come on,” he mutters under his breath. “I know it’s in here.”

Finally, he finds the keycard. His hand shakes slightly as he slips the card into the slot. After what seems like months, the light changes from red to green and the lock springs open.

“Hallelujah,” I say, causing Ryan to chuckle.

I walk ahead of him into the room, hitting the light switch and taking in the surroundings as he turns to hang the do not disturb sign on the outside door handle.

“This is really nice.” I toe off my heels and turn to face him.

Ryan’s Caribbean blue eyes sweep over me and the corners of his mouth kick up in a sensual smile. “Not as nice as you,” he murmurs, His voice, deeper than normal with just the right amount of gravel mixed in, sends a shiver coursing through me.

My knees quake as he slowly approaches. My nostrils flare, inhaling the familiar and delicious scent of his aftershave. The brilliant, unmistakable attraction burning in his eyes sends a wave of long dormant and never fully explored desire rocketing through me, the unexpectedness and power of the sensation leaving me breathless.

It takes every iota of self-control I possess to maintain both the smile on my face and the illusion of being engrossed in the conversation, while my imagination conjures up thoughts of wrapping my legs around his hips and letting him do a variety of different, naughty things to my body.

I swallow and lick my lips and Ryan’s eyes seem to turn even darker. He catches hold of my waist, drawing me in close, and lowers his head to kiss the side of my neck, slowly trailing kisses from the pulse that’s pounding wildly just below my jaw all the way down to the extremely sensitive spot at just above my shoulder. He takes his time, savoring the taste.

His grip lightens and he runs his hands up and down my sides. The combination of his touch and the friction of my clothing is ticklish and a smile bends my mouth as my head falls to one side, allowing his mouth to do more delightful things to my neck.

I shove his suit jacket off his shoulders and tug at his shirt, scattering a few of the buttons. My eager, seeking hands slide into the opening created by the missing buttons and for the first time I’m touching him without the barrier of his clothing.

Growling against my skin, Ryan slides an arm beneath my knees, lifting me up off the ground and holding me tightly against his chest so that I feel his heartbeat pounding against my own ribcage, its hammering rhythm echoing my own heart.

He captures my mouth in a kiss. His tongue tangles with mine. A fresh wave of heat floods my belly with each pass of his tongue. While his previous kisses have been more exploratory in nature, just a little tentative, this one is intense, demanding, leaving no doubt as to where this particular moment is leading.

My fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head in place as I squirm against his chest, trying to get even closer.

His teeth nip my lower lip, sending little shockwaves, equal parts pain and pleasure, zipping straight to my pussy. My hands spasm in his hair as he starts moving, carrying me toward the middle of the hotel room and the large, empty bed that’s there.

He doesn’t break the kiss until my shoulders press against the mattress. He braces his hands, one on either side of my head, on the bed and stares down into my eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he mutters.

Before I can respond, the mattress dips as he sits on the side of it. He cups my cheek with one big hand, the gesture tender. Holding his gaze with my own, I lean into his touch, rubbing myself against his palm like a cat.

His free hand strokes my neck, then drifts lower. It runs lightly over my breast and down my belly until it finds the buckle of the wide belt I’m wearing.

Without breaking eye contact, he undoes the buckle and slips the belt from my body. It lands on the floor next to the bed with a dull thud.

I softly mewl and turn my head to lightly bite the side of his thumb, while his free hand slides upward, undoing the front buttons of my dress and slowly peeling the bodice back, exposing my torso to his hungry eyes.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters.

He cups one of my breasts, his thumb stroking the nipple through my satin bra. Hot, electric energy radiates from the spot, zig-zagging through me, hitting all my pleasure points.

“Oh God.” My back arches off the mattress. If it feels this good through my bra, there’s a really strong possibility that once the bra is gone, I’ll not survive the experience. I’ve never felt anything like this.

Ryan releases my cheek and moves that hand to my neglected breasts. I squirm beneath the twin assaults, wriggling on the mattress as wave after wave of intense pleasure beats against me. It’s almost more than I can bear, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting more.

Ryan leans down and rains more kisses along my neck and jawline. My fingers curl into the bedspread, hanging on for dear life as his hands slide behind me, finding and releasing my bra’s catch, and drawing it off my shoulders.

His breath streams across my skin as his mouth drifts lower, finding the line of my collar bone and dropping feather-light kisses on it that curl my toes. I squirm against him, trying to get as close as possible.

Ryan chuckles. “I love the way you move,” he says, his breath hot against my skin. “Each shimmy turns me on.”

His mouth drifts lower, to the top of my breast bone. My hips buck and twist. Each time his lips brush my skin, it drives me just a little more crazy.

Wanting to drive him as insane as he’s making me, I move my hand, reaching for his lap.

I manage to stroke his cock once through the material of his slacks before he catches hold of my wrist.

“Oh no,” he growls, the sound raising delighted goosebumps on my skin. He roughly, sensually lifts my hand over my head, holding it against the pillow. “Not yet.” He catches hold of the other one and lifts it so that he can hold both of my hands in place with one of his. “It’s my turn to play.”

He punctuates the statement by bending low and catching my nipple between his teeth. The action causes it to go diamond hard in his mouth.

My captured hands form into tight fists, the nails digging deep crescents into my palms.

“Ryan,” I moan.

“Shh,” he mutters around my nipple. “I’ve been fantasizing about this moment from the second I saw you at the catering shop. Probably sooner.”

His tongue flicks back and forth over the pebbled flesh as his free hand grapples with my dress, working the bodice down around my waist.

“Lift,” he demands.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I dig my heels into the mattress, bowing my back and lifting my hips up and off the mattress, enabling him to push the dress down to my ankles. I scissor my legs, sending the beautiful dress sailing halfway across the room.

Ryan’s free hand nudges the elastic waistband of my panties to the side, the fingers sliding past it. My thighs fall apart, granting him easy access as his thumb finds and circles my clit. The ache that’s been steadily growing since we kissed on the dance floor intensifies. As his fingers slide between my folds, teasing and tugging on them, jolts that are stronger than anything my rabbit has created rocket through me.

His mouth shifts from one nipple to the next while he strokes me.

Feeling desperate, I writhe against him, jerking my hands, trying to free myself from his grasp. My need to touch him is even stronger than my need to draw my next breath.

Unable to break his strong grip, I lean forward and catch hold of his earlobe, nipping sharply at it as I draw it into my mouth.

Ryan gasps and stiffens. His magic fingers still and he moves his head, tugging his ear free as he stares into my eyes.

I shrink back against the pillows. “Too much?”

“No.” Looking dazed, he shakes his head. “It’s just … I’ve never … wow.”

I grin and take advantage of his distraction to free my hands. I loop my arms around his neck. “I like wow.”

“Me too,” Ryan agrees before crushing my mouth with his.

Ryan pulls away and stands. He stares down at me, the expression in his beautiful eyes sending waves of heat cascading through me. Ignoring the moisture coating the fingers that were just seconds before buried between my legs, he loosens his tie and drops it on the ground. His shirt, a few of the buttons already missing, follows.

The way the light gleams off his skin draws attention to his well-developed pecs and the most mouthwatering abs I’ve ever seen.

I lick my lips, eager to use them on Ryan the same way he used his on mine.

Seeing the movement, Ryan chuckles. “Like what you see?”

“Very much.”

“Well then, brace yourself, because the view is about to get better.”

I roll my eyes, pretending to find his boast tiresome. My true reaction is the exact opposite. “Oh goody.”

I rub my palms together in a parody of someone who can’t wait for a big unveiling, making Ryan laugh.

He toes off his black wing tip shoes, unfastens his narrow leather belt, and undoes the front of his trousers. Humor flashes in his eyes.

“Ready?”

I moisten my lips again and swallow. “Yeah.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Are you sure? It’s an impressive sight. You might want to take a minute or two to brace yourself.”

I giggle and roll my eyes. “Get on with it.”

“Okay.” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of his trousers. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With a dramatic flourish, he gives the pants a shove and gravity does the rest, sliding them down his powerful, beautifully shaped legs, leaving Ryan clad in nothing but a pair of charcoal gray silk boxer shorts.

The front of them is tented out away from his body.

Once again, Ryan hooks his fingers into the waistband and grins down at me. “Last chance to prepare yourself.”

“Good grief, Ryan,” I say, impatience and eagerness sharpening my tone. “Move it.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to do as soon as I get on that bed with you.”

I grind my teeth together. “Ryan.”

“Okay, okay, okay.”

He gives the boxers a push, sending them sliding down his legs to pool around his ankles. He steps out of them and fists his hands on his hips, striking a Superman-like pose.

“Well?” he says proudly. “What do you think?”

I look at his cock, standing tall, proud, and thick away from his body.

I swallow and clutch at the bedspread. “Er …” Before I can finish forming a thought, much less a sentence, the room goes dark.