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good-looking. He didn’t have that movie-star quality that many of the Renegades did—first and foremost, Jax and Wes. Nathan was far more rugged¸ which only made him more attractive to her.
    He also kissed like the devil, had a body like granite, and used his hands like a god.
    The elevator doors opened. “Finally,” he said, stepping into the empty car, pulling Rachel in beside him. “Is it me, or did that take forever?”
    She laughed, but the sound touched her ears like a giggle. A giggle? And repeated his words to her in the van. “That took forever.”
    As soon as the doors closed, she turned to Nathan, backed him against the wall, pushed up on her toes, and pulled his head down to kiss him. He opened to her, drank her in, his tongue tasting in erotic sweeps. His arms wrapped her hips, his hands grabbed her ass and dragged her against his erection.
    She pried her hand between them to stroke his cock, hard and long and thick beneath his cargo pants. He growled into her mouth and broke the kiss with a desperate, “Baby…”
    “I probably should have mentioned,” she said, stroking him, “alcohol makes me horny.”
    He chuckled, the sound rich and low. “And here I thought it was all me.”
    “Oh, it’s all you. The alcohol only helps me get it out.”
    “Makes inhibitions evaporate?”
    “Yes, in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol.”
    His eyes were fiery. His grin seductive. “I’m sure there’s a minibar in the room.”
    The insinuation thrilled and unnerved. “Why? What did you have in mind?”
    The elevator stopped, and the doors parted. Nathan held the door with one foot and gripped Rachel’s face with both hands, his gaze intense and serious . “Anything, and everything, you’ve ever wanted or dreamed of.”
    “Wh—” The word dissipated before she could get it out. “What…what if I haven’t…dreamed of anything?”
    His grin grew. His eyes softened. “I can always introduce you to a few of my own fantasies.”
    Wings brushed the inside of her torso, flapping wildly until Rachel felt both giddy and dizzy. And nervous, wondering if this man might be too much to handle. Something she should have been thinking about back at the bar.
    He stepped out of the elevator and drew her with him. “What room?”
    “Um…” She pulled the key card from the side of her purse and looked at the sleeve. “Twelve-oh-three.”
    He started that way, two doors down, and stepped aside so Rachel could insert the key, but then wrapped his arms around her from behind, his body curved to hers, rubbing his erection against her ass, his mouth on her neck. Her sex burst with heat. She automatically met his decadent pressure, and when she dropped her head against his shoulder, Nathan’s hand slid up her belly, over her breast, and across her throat. His fingers spread, framing her jaw, holding her head back and exposing her neck as his mouth traveled over the sensitive flesh. Kissing, licking, biting. All while his other hand splayed over her belly, holding her against him.
    “Need some help?” he asked, his voice a rough rasp.
    “What?”
    “Help.” His teeth traveled across her jawbone, one nip at a time. “With the key. If we don’t get inside soon…” The hand at her belly slid lower. Rachel gasped and stiffened. The movement pushed her harder against his erection, and the whole mix burned sensation through her veins. “I’m gonna do you in the hallway.”
    “Yeah.” She lifted the card over her shoulder. “I need help.”
    He covered Rachel’s hand with his own. “Sure about this? You can still change your mind.”
    It took a second for Rachel to drag her brain from warp speed. “I’m sure. Are you?”
    “Never been more sure.”
    He released her hand and slipped the key from her fingers. He bit her earlobe, sending tingles down her neck. A quiet double beep sounded, and Nathan reached out and turned the door handle.
    This is it.
    Stepping over that threshold put her into a