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Of course, he’d had to infer a lot from the three letters Vespa had texted back. ‘K TU’ was not exactly an invitation to keep messaging.
Now she’d added three numbers to their texting history. He crossed the lobby of the hotel and pressed the call button on the elevator. The doors didn’t give him time to reconsider, but opening immediately. Vespa had left the hotel lock folded to prop open the door to room 607, and he pushed it wide to see her pacing inside, like a very pissed-off panther.
Her eyes narrowed on him, but she continued her caged stride. “What the fuck are we doing? This is crazy.”
Somehow, being around her made his smile feel much less strained. “Do you want me to go?” he asked. He already knew the answer and flipped over the hotel lock so the door could close properly.
Vespa veered off course, launching herself at him. They stumbled back, forcing the hotel door closed with a jarring snap. He dropped his jacket, and his hands came up to steady her as her mouth descended.
“Hell no,” she muttered before taking his lips as if he was air and she was drowning.
It was hot as fuck, and all of his thoughts scattered as he focused on giving as good as he got. Her mouth was frenzied as it slanted over his. Her tongue found his, giving him that intoxicating taste that was Vespa. It had a hint of ginger ale from the bar but also something smokey, as if she would dissipate at any second if he looked away.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he was reminded that she was the perfect height for his cock to nestle right where it wanted to. And not just nestle. She was shifting against him, rubbing in a way that told him they were going to be extremely compatible tonight.
His hands slid around her waist to pull her against him tighter.
She froze before jerking her head back. “Wait, wait, wait,” she said, her breath shuddering.
Antonio dropped his hands and, for the second time that hour, wanted to kill someone.
She blinked as she stared into his eyes, her forehead crinkling in confusion. Her palms flattened on the door to either side of him. “Huh. So it’s you.”
She almost sounded annoyed, but that only made him laugh. His ego wasn’t the type to be fragile. “Disappointed?”
“Yes. I mean no. I don’t know!” She blew out a breath, easing away and shoving her hands into her back pockets. “It’d be easier if you were someone else.”
He considered her. “For me, too, honestly. We can always change our minds. Hell, Vespa, I could be midstroke, and you could tell me you reconsidered, and I’d stop. We don’t know each other well, but I don’t force myself on anyone. I don’t need to.”
She rolled her eyes like he had known she would. “So full of yourself. I’m not worried about that, not really. It’s just messy and probably a really stupid decision.” She shrugged. “But, oh well. Let’s do this.” She shrugged out of her jacket.
That she wore a dual harness for her guns shouldn’t have been hot. He’d seen her in action, and she was as accurate with her nondominant hand as she was with her primary. She prided herself on defending Montrell, and she always had. She’d only been shot the once, based on the information he’d dug up, though that information was obviously lacking from the story she’d told him in the alley. He hadn’t liked how limp that arm of her jacket had hung while she’d been wearing the sling after her gunshot wound.
The harness came off, too, and she hesitated before hanging it over the jacket on the desk chair. She jerked her chin toward the door. “Lock that, and you get started too.” Then she stripped off her black button-up, showing a gorgeous, lacy black bra. Black was definitely her favorite color.
Antonio obeyed her request to lock the door, but then he leaned against it, content to continue watching her. He wasn’t surprised when she bent to free an ankle holster, but the three knives that joined the guns did surprise him. He’d never seen her use a knife before.
The boots he’d already noticed—they weren’t her norm and had a heel—slipped off next. He had a second to admire that smooth ass of hers in her black dress pants before she stripped them down her legs and his tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. Those firm cheeks bared by the black thong she wore was not a view he was expecting at all. Then even that line of cloth was stripped away, and a quick flip of her bra clasp let the last material covering her slither down her arms.
She turned to face him, completely unconcerned with her nakedness. She had no need to be. Vespa was fucking gorgeous. Her breasts were more than a handful, her hips flared out, and her legs were shapely and long.
She frowned at him where he’d frozen, fingering a scar on her cheek. He noticed the nick in her eyebrow lined up perfectly with it. “Why are you still dressed? We doing this or not?”
He pushed off the wall.
“Don’t tell me you’re insecure,” she said, her own grin returning. “I’m sure your body is fine. I mean, I already felt that you had all the right equipment.” She wriggled her eyebrows.
It surprised a bark of laughter out of him. The sensation running through him was odd. He’d never been turned on and amused at the same time. The feelings went surprisingly well together.
Vespa moved toward him, her hands reaching for his collar. “Here, I’ll help with the buttons. You toe off those shiny shoes of yours.”
Her actions were more mechanical than sexy, but he liked the way her fingers slid over him as she helped him undress. When she kneeled to strip his pants, he got lightheaded. Fuck, seeing her on her knees shouldn’t have gotten to him the way it was. There was no way Vespa would want to be dominated. That wasn’t even what he normally craved, though he had indulged in domination occasionally. He didn’t plan to open up to her about his proclivities to that extent. No, he’d save that for his fantasies of her later.
She didn’t linger down on her knees for long, though. He was still lightheaded and reeling as she stood up and began folding his pants.
“Oh, hey, let me have those first,” he said, moving close enough to fish out his wallet. He removed two condoms, tossing them onto the bed before placing his wallet on top of his folded clothes.
She snorted. “Two? You think I’ll give you more than one chance at this?”
