Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(71)

“Would you be mad if I hung out here while you do your poker thing? You won’t be there all night, right? I could just—” Rory pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, “—slip on something a little more comfortable and wait for you.”


Her suggestion filled him with relief. He could get the feel for the people and the place without worrying about her. “That’s a great idea. I’ll get the luggage.”


After he unloaded everything, Rory gave him a kiss for luck. Then she sang the chorus from “The Gambler” really loud.


“Thanks for getting that stuck in my head,” he grumbled.


“You’re welcome.”


A few hours later Dalton brushed the snow off his shoulders and stamped the slush off his boots before he inserted the keycard into the door. Probably a good thing Rory had remained in the room. The weather sucked. Hopefully it’d be better tomorrow night.


The room was quiet. No TV, although she did have the fireplace burning.


He checked the bedroom before he tracked her to the bathroom.


The lights were dimmed, music drifted from her iPod. A sugary sweet scent perfumed the air. All nice enticements, but none as enticing as his Aurora, up to her chin in bubbles, all that glorious blond hair in a messy pile on top of her head. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat, and maybe from the half-empty margarita glass in her hand. Her lips were tilted into a sultry smile. “Hey, five-card stud. So did you win?”


“Eliminated in the third to last round.”


“I’m sorry. Unless…that’s what you wanted?”


He nodded.


“See anyone you know?”


“One guy acted like he didn’t know me, which is fine because he’s an *. Another wanted to take me out for a drink to brag about how well he’s been doin’.”


Rory sipped her drink. “Did you go?”


Dalton’s hungry gaze roved over her, from her soft pink mouth to her pink toes peeking out of the bubbles on the opposite end of the tub. “When you’re nekkid in a hotel room waitin’ on me? Uh, no way in hell.”


That curl to her lips got a whole lot sexier. “Why don’t you come in and play?”


“Don’t mind if I do.” He shucked his clothes. His cock, already onboard with the bath idea, bounced against his belly as he started to climb over the wide ledge of the tub.


Rory said, “Wait. Grab some drinks first.”


“Good thinking.” He snagged a beer and a can of premixed margarita mix out of the fridge in the bar area. He noticed two dome-covered trays on the counter. Back in the bathroom, he refilled her glass and said, “Did you order room service?”


“I wasn’t sure what time you’d get back and I doubted we’d want to go out for food, so I ordered in, figuring we could heat it up later.”


Dalton grinned. “The only thing I wanna heat up right now is you.” He threw his leg over the edge of the tub and immersed himself in sweet-scented water. He hissed. The water was hot.


“Feels good, doesn’t it?”


Not as good as you’re gonna feel. “Mmm-hmm.” Sitting opposite her, he set his beer aside and wrapped his hand around her ankle. “How long have you been marinating in here?”


“About thirty minutes.”


“What’d you do before that?”


“Wandered around. Watched the fire. I might’ve dozed off in that puffy bed, which is heavenly by the way.”


“Which is ironic since we’re gonna sin like motherf*ckers in it.”


Rory laughed.


He lifted her foot out of the water, pressed his mouth to her instep and lightly bit down.


“Got a foot fetish, McKay?”


“Only if the feet in question are attached to you.” He kissed her anklebone. Her instep by the ball of her foot. Then he ran his tongue across the pads of her toes.


Rory groaned softly.


He set that foot down and picked up the other. He grazed his teeth across her instep and dropped kisses on the top of her foot. He slipped his tongue between every toe.


Another soft groan.


Dalton slid his hands up her legs and floated toward her until they were groin to groin. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, his hands traveled up her body, over the curve of her hips, her belly, her ribcage, over those beautifully full breasts, her collarbones, up the column of her neck. He pulled her mouth to his, licking his way past her lips to kiss her with heat and patience, which drove her crazy. Rory wanted ferocious kisses. As much as he loved the passion that ignited in both of them so quickly, he liked the seduction.


Then he pulled back, gazed into her eyes.


Rory’s wet fingers traced the outline of his lips. “This mouth…” She sighed. “I’m crazy for this mouth and all it can do.”


He sucked her fingers and swirled his tongue around the tips.


She circled her legs around his hips and she canted her pelvis. She caught him off guard when she spun them around so his back was against the tub. “I’m pretty good with my mouth. So why don’t you hop on the edge and I’ll prove it.”