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  “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.

  “Whose room do we go to?” Sol asked between kisses.

  “Hey you’ve got the suite,” she managed to say.

  Sol chuckled against her and leaned over to press the button to his floor. “And I think we need to make good use of it.” His tone was suggestive, filling her mind with erotic images; Sol above her in his bed, her bent over the couch while he took her from behind, the two of them in the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  When the elevator arrived, Sol all but carried her to his room, only breaking away from her long enough to open the door and turn on the light. They fell into the room, their lips and tongues moving together in a wild rhythm, Hannah’s hands pushing Sol’s
jacket from his broad shoulders even before the door shut behind them.

  Sol dropped his jacket to the floor before wrapping his arms around her, lifting her easily to carry her farther into the room. Hannah kicked off her heels and then began to work on the buttons of his shirt, possessed with an urgent need to get his clothes off, to get them skin to skin.

  Her fingers deftly worked his shirt open and she pushed the fabric from him, forcing him to drop his arms. As he did, she pulled away to look at him and her breath caught at the sight. He was like the models you saw on the covers of male fitness magazines, his body a sculpted display of hard muscles and coiled strength, so perfect it made her breath catch. He was too good to be true.

  “You’re perfect,” she sighed, before leaning into him to trail a line of kisses along his chest, her nails scratching lightly over the lines of his abs. His skin was smooth and hot beneath her lips, and the deep groan that rumbled out of him caused a pleasured ache between her legs. His arms encircled her and as his hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, sparks moved across her where his fingers brushed her skin.

  Overwhelmed by the sheer maleness of him, Hannah moved over his chest in a flurry of kisses, licks, and bites that elicited a growl from Sol. A primal, utterly male sound that sent her body into overdrive.

  As he slipped the dress from her, exposing her bare breasts, Sol pushed Hannah away so he could look at her. She trembled slightly, but as his gaze moved over her body, fire sparked deep in his eyes; his expression turned possessive, almost predatory.

  She gasped as he pulled her to him, their voices joined in a deep moan of pleasure at the feel of their naked skin pressed together for the first time. Then they kissed in a frantic motion of lips and tongues, clutching each other with an undeniable intensity, the heat between them scorching. Hannah felt herself lifted, Sol’s arms so firm around her, and then they tumbled onto the bed.

  In a few rough moves their remaining clothes were gone and they were both naked, their hands running all over each other. As Sol lovingly traced the curves of her breasts before his fingers circled and tweaked her nipples, she explored the ridges and lines of his chest and back.

  “Dios, Hannah. You are so fucking sexy.” Sol’s voice was low, guttural, and she felt washed away by him. She ran her hand down, squeezing an ass that was too, too perfect, and he jerked toward her, his erection grinding against her hip.

  As she touched him, he teased her nipples till they tingled with an almost painful pleasure. When it became too intense, her head thrashed against the pillow and Sol moved his hands lower, skimming over her stomach, his touch soft, yet so arousing it left her panting.

  When his hands reached her soft curls, he suddenly cupped her whole sex, causing her to gasp and arch against him, the heel of his palm pressed hard against her clitoris for one wonderful moment. Then he released her and slipped his fingers between her folds, groaning low in his throat at the wetness he found there.

  “So fucking sexy.” His voice was hoarse and, as he pressed against her sensitive flesh, Hannah jackknifed against him, one hand gripping him hard, her other twisted in the sheets. Sol gave a satisfied groan and then pressed his fingers deeper, exploring every inch of her sex, flicking over her lips and clitoris in a way that soon had her writhing against him.

  “Sol,” she cried out, “I’m close.”

  “Come for me.” He all but growled the words. When his finger zeroed in on her small bundle of nerves she did exactly as he said, her body exploding in wave after wave of fiery pleasure.

  Body locked tight, head thrown back against the pillows, loud gasps of pleasure escaping her, Hannah rode the waves till they began to subside. When she was once again able to focus, she looked up. Sol was propped up on his side looking down at her, eyes dark with passion, face tight with need.

  With no hesitation Hannah’s hand moved to grasp Sol’s erection. A sharp hiss of breath escaped him at the contact and his body tensed in a dazzling display of muscle. As she grasped his engorged flesh, she felt a moment of unease about the thought of taking him inside her. He was the largest man she’d ever been with and it was a bit daunting, but as she ran her hand down the full length of it to the base and then back up, she felt another rush of wetness between her legs and a desperate need to be filled by him.

  As she worked him, she could hear him pant, could feel the shudders run through him. After a few more strokes, his hand came down on hers, pulling her away. Before she could protest, Sol pressed her back and covered her, positioning her center at the very head of his erection.

  Her lids dropped and she shifted her weight underneath him, loving the feel of his weight against her, reveling in the sensation of his broad head rubbing along her folds and over her still-sensitive clitoris. Sol flexed his lower body until she could feel his cock head nudging at her entrance, but when he didn’t push inside Hannah gave a frustrated groan. She was so needy, so achy; she had to have him inside her now, needed him filling her completely.

  Not able to wait any longer, she gripped his ass and pulled him into her, guiding him inside her with a cry of pleasure. Sol’s body tensed against her, his muscles bunched and strained, his groan of pleasure mingled with her own cry.

  When he was all the way inside her, his thickness stretching her deliciously, Sol paused. His head dropped down and he kissed her deeply, his tongue moving sensuously against hers. As their tongues twined, Sol began to move inside her, thrusting in a slow, controlled motion that drew out each single sensation. He moved masterfully above her and soon they were both panting and shuddering.

  Sol raised his head, looking down at her with a fierce gaze. As he rocked into her, Hannah felt herself slipping away, felt completely overtaken by the man who worked her body with such passionate skill. Her hands clutched at him, her nails digging into his skin, and he shuddered as he continued to thrust slowly against her.

  Bodies tight with tension, hearts pounding, skin slicked with sweat; they moved together slowly, deliberately. Slowly, slowly, slowly…

  And then their control broke. With a growl Sol pinned Hannah’s wrists to the bed and he began pounding into her, a relentless motion that demanded her reaction. Gasping, Hannah raised her knees, her lower body tilting to allow him to press even more deeply inside her.

  Sol was like an animal over her, his eyes fierce, his expression wild. Guttural groans and growls rumbled out of him and she was soon caught up in that wildness. She matched his movement, her own cries escaping her, as he held her down, so dominant, so forceful.

  With every savage thrust, Hannah could feel the growing pressure at her core, could feel that growing sense of ecstasy that would soon have her exploding in a shattering climax. She was close, could so easily surrender to it and tip over the edge, but she suddenly wanted to be on top of him. Wanted to be the one in charge.

  She pulled against his hands and Sol released her straight away. Pushing at his chest, Hannah flipped him over till she was straddling him. She held herself above him for a moment, taking in the sight of his magnificent body stretched underneath her, and then in one movement she slid down his erection, their altered position creating new sensations inside her. With her hands pressed to Sol’s chest, Hannah raised her body up, till he almost slipped out of her, and then she slammed back down with force.

  As she worked his full length in and out of her hot, wet sex, Sol gripped her waist, his head thrown back in utter abandon, the ridges of his muscles standing out in sharp relief. Hannah felt his growing tension, felt her own body tensing as it came ever closer to that inevitable conclusion.

  She slid along his thick length once, twice, a third time. Sol’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist, the muscles in his arms and neck straining. Right on the edge, a few more thrusts, and then she was coming, her body sparking in a blinding release. Hannah screamed, her inner walls clutching at Sol’s cock so hard that his release was triggered.

  He arched beneath her, their bodies coming off the matt
ress with the force, and she could feel his seed shooting deep inside her, the sensation making her own climax last for endless moments. Every muscle tensed, their bodies twitching with their orgasms, they pressed together, lost to anything but their shared ecstasy.

  And then the pleasure released them and Hannah collapsed against Sol’s chest. His hands reached up to stroke her back and for a moment, all she could hear was the racing of his heart and their panting breaths. After a while she moved off him, curling into his side and looking up at the most satisfied male expression she’d ever seen. She smiled. “Wow. That was…Wow.”

  “Oh hell yeah it was.”

  She snuggled against him, but he rolled to his front. “Hey, what are you doing?”

  “Room service, champagne and steak.”

  Hannah laughed. “Champagne and steak, at this time of night?”

  “Si. I’m hungry and besides, this is Vegas. And anyway…” he flashed her a mischievous grin. “If I refuel I’ll be good to go again in a little while.”

  Her mouth fell open at that but then she flicked him a mischievous grin of her own. “Somehow I think you’d be good to go right now.”

  He raised his brows and shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m still hungry.” He began to reach for the phone but Hannah cupped his face, turning him to face her.

  “We can eat in a little while.” And she pulled his lips down to hers.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The sun piercing through the chinks in the curtain drew Sol from sleep. His head ached and his mouth felt dry, but he was also filled with a sense of utter contentment and the feminine sigh from the other side of the bed told him why. Hannah.

  They’d shared an incredible night, taking each other, ordering room service, and then taking each other again and again until they were finally spent. He frowned. He also had a hazy recollection of the elevator and a white building, but they wouldn’t have gone out again, would they? Sol’s gaze moved over the room, noting the empty bottles of champagne.