Sucker Bet (Vegas Vampires #4)(13)
Author: Erin McCarthy

The tightness of her wrapped around him, stroking and milking his cock, the acute pleasure even better than he could have ever imagined.

It took all of thirty seconds to realize he wasn’t going to make this time last very long. He was gone.

Gwenna couldn’t believe she was standing against a wall in the chichi spa with a penis deep inside her. She wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened, and if anyone had suggested to her three hours earlier that she would have sex vertically with a police detective before the night was out, she would have declared that person utterly insane. But it seemed the insane one was her, because she was in fact having sex with a virtual stranger after three hundred years of celibacy.

At least it was holding up to the wait. Nate was frantic in his attentions, aggressive and hungry, and she had to admit, she rather liked that. She wasn’t sure she could have handled the intimacy of slow and explorative, but this fast and furious she was absolutely fine with. It matched her mood, her sense of hysteria at finding that man’s body, at her frustration over still grieving for her daughter after so many years, her irritating helplessness that she would never, ever be able to fully disconnect herself from Roberto.

All of that mattered less when she was feeling the brutal slap and push of Nate Thomas thrusting into her. It did make her feel alive, made her vibrantly aware of her body, of the strength and power she had as a vampire. On her tiptoes, pants around her ankles, cool air and Nate’s mouth sliding over her bare skin, she should have been embarrassed, should have felt self-conscious that she was for all practical purposes naked, while he was still fully dressed in his jeans and T-shirt.

But she didn’t. She embraced the sensation of her bum scraping against the wall, her sandal straps digging into the tops of her feet, his fingers gripping at her waist, his penis hard and full inside her wetness, coaxing to life wants and needs she had thought were long gone.

Gwenna had never considered herself a particularly sexual person. She hadn’t missed sex since her divorce, had never bothered to seek it out. But this was new and different and all-consuming. This was intense, and desperate, and overwhelming.

"Nate," she said raggedly, suddenly unsure, overpowered by all the sensations in her body, in her heart, at the feeling that she’d completely and totally lost all control. That the world as she knew it, had lived it, understood it, was shifting and cracking.

"Yeah?" He nipped at her jaw, her lips.

"I…" She shifted restlessly, mouth hot, throat tight, legs tensed. "I… don’t know."

"Don’t fight it, Gwenna, let it happen." Nate slowed down his pace, pulled way out, making her feel denied, and then slid back into her fully, deep.

The ability to speak, however incoherently, completely shattered. That movement, that whatever the hell he was doing, robbed her of words, thoughts. She just grabbed on to his arms and gave in to the orgasm, letting it sweep over her, a hot, shuddering rush of ecstasy.

She was aware of Nate moving faster again, of his breathing growing deeper, low grunts coming from him as he went over the edge himself, pounding hard through his orgasm, but she didn’t react. Couldn’t react. She just clung to him, speechless and insensible from pleasure.

Bloody hell.

The man knew how to shag.

And she had forgotten how to breathe.

They both stood shuddering and sucking in air for a minute, neither inclined to move. Then Nate was gathering her in his arms and peeling her off the wall when the phone rang, startling them both. Gwenna glanced over at it, feeling a little guilty. They were still in the spa’s lobby, which was remarkably tacky. This had not been at all what she’d had in mind when she’d suggested a chat on the spa sofa. She could only imagine what Nate was thinking of her. Sense of relaxation and wonder already evaporating, Gwenna felt anxiety crash back in on her as the phone continued to ring incessantly. Anyone could have just strolled off the elevator and seen them. That would have made a pretty shot.

Obviously not having the same concerns, Nate gave a soft laugh, nuzzling her neck a little. "Sorry, I got a little carried away."

That was the thing about just giving in to passion and tossing over every inhibition she’d ever had. It was good while it lasted, but suddenly she felt awkward as hell. How in the world did she bend over gracefully to pull her pants back up?

The phone stopped ringing. Then immediately started again. As did her mobile phone in her pants pocket. That really destroyed her last shred of calm. "Oh, damn, maybe I should answer that."

"Why?" Nate asked, his expression indicating he thought the suggestion was absolutely ludicrous.

Resenting that he could just zip his fly up and be squared away and ready to head back out into the world, Gwenna tried to slide down the wall, bending her knees a little, to reach her dropped jeans. She missed gowns. This would have simply required dropping her skirts back over her legs in the nineteenth century. Not that she would know from actual experience. She hadn’t taken to having sex with strangers standing up until just that very day.

"Because it could be important."

"Or more likely it’s your ex trying to control you."

Well, there was that.

The spa phone began to ring yet a third time, and they both heard the elevator ding. Someone was getting off on their floor.

"Oh, damn," Gwenna said, panicking. No longer worried about how it would look from Nate’s point of view, she bent over and yanked up her jeans, buttoning them posthaste despite the fact that her panties bunched painfully in parts that were sensitive and sore and didn’t appreciate the rough treatment.

Nate grabbed her T-shirt off the floor and handed it to her before turning around and blocking her from view. She was yanking it over her head when she heard a voice say in surprise, "Ms. Carrick?"

Oh, lovely. It was Ethan’s bodyguard and head of hotel security.

"Yes, Sam, it’s me," she said, straightening her shirt and hair before peering around Nate’s arm. "Can I help you?"

It really was unfortunate that even as a vampire she blushed. She could feel her cheeks burning. And there was no hope he wouldn’t notice her blush or her state of disheveled dress, even though the room wasn’t fully lit, because he was a vampire, too. With an acute sense of smell.

"I just wanted to make sure you’re alright and that you don’t need anything. We, uh, saw you come in here on the security cameras."

Oh, God. Mortification had a name and it was Gwenna Carrick. But at least she could reassure herself that they hadn’t seen her on camera, just Nate. It would have been obvious to Sam that Nate was having sex with a vampire, given the lack of a visible partner on tape, and he had probably felt obligated for security reasons to at least investigate who that vampire might be. Ethan’s former secretary, Kelsey Columbia, had been notorious for taking mortal men up to the office suite for quickies, but Kelsey wasn’t allowed unsupervised in the building anymore since she had run off and married Ringo Columbia, an assassin and heroin addict.