“Face to face. You, under me, those sexy legs wrapped around my waist.” His answer was immediate, and it took her by surprise.
“Really? Missionary?”
“Yeah,” he told her, his voice low and smooth. “I want to watch you come, knowing I’m the one who made you lose control.” He tilted his head and gave her a curious look. “What answer were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. Just not that one,” she said, swallowing.
Maybe it was a cliché thing to think, but she didn’t picture him as a go-to missionary kind of guy. Against a wall? Sure. Reverse cowgirl? Absolutely. Doggie style? Yes, again.
She would have picked any of those before missionary.
He held out the coin. “Your turn.”
Holly tossed the quarter, and it landed in the middle of the bed. “Dare.”
“I dare you to have phone sex with me.” He nodded toward the living room section of the suite. “Grab your phone and go into the other room, then wait for my call.”
She started to laugh, then stopped when she saw his face. “Oh, you’re actually serious.”
“Very serious.” He stood and grabbed his wallet and phone. “But before we get down to business, can I use your key card? I need to run down to the lobby.”
Holly frowned. “Right now?”
“Unless you’ve got condoms on you. Probably better to get them now, don’t you think?”
“Good point.” She gestured toward the table on the other side of the room. “The key card is next to my purse.”
“Go get comfortable, and I’ll talk to you in a few.”
Holly climbed off of the bed, then decided to give him a little incentive. She slowly tugged off her sleep shorts and dropped them to the floor, revealing a tiny pair of black satin and lace underwear.
Eli froze, his gaze dropping from her face to the undies. “Holyfuck.”
She smirked, then gave him a little finger wave as she grabbed her phone and walked into the other room. “Hurry back.”
16
There was definitely something to be said for buying condoms online, because schlepping down to the hotel store when you were one of the most recognizable defensemen in hockey didn’t afford him much, if any, privacy.
He grabbed a box of condoms, a pack of mints, and a few candy bars for Holly. Thankfully, the cashier didn’t blink an eye as she bagged his items, but within a minute, he was surrounded by autograph seekers and selfie hunters spilling into the little store.
It didn’t matter that it was late, because this was Vegas. And where there was a casino, there were tons of people.
He smiled patiently as he took selfies with about twenty people and signed cocktail napkins for the rest, but all he could think about was Holly in those sexy black underwear, waiting for him upstairs.
He apologized to the people left waiting as he exited the store. A few women tried to stall his progress as he made his way to the elevator by flirting and offering him a little fun for the evening, but he managed to make his second escape by being charming and flashing a few smiles.
Once he was in the elevator—alone, thankfully—he pulled out his phone to check the time.
Shit. At least a half an hour had passed, if not more.
He couldn’t get the keycard into the door fast enough when he finally arrived at Holly’s room.
“I’m back,” he called, locking the door behind him once he was inside. He set the package down on the nightstand, then walked over toward the sitting room. Holly was fast asleep on the couch, her cell phone lying on the floor.
Letting out a snort of laughter, he ran a hand down over his beard. She hadn’t been kidding about being tired from their ordeal last night. And he’d had the luxury of a nap this afternoon after Brandon and West had found him at Callahan’s.
Sighing, he knelt down next to the couch and brushed a lock of purple hair out of her eyes. He was desperate to be with her, but she obviously needed some sleep.