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need for answers diminished.  Nathan dropped my hand and
slid his arm around my torso, pulling me closer to him that I'd ever been
before.  My body leapt for joy and began to show us both how thrilled it
was by the latest turn in events, but my pesky brain raised another objection.
    "Why am I in Vegas, Nathan?" I whispered, almost afraid
to ask it out loud because the answer mattered so much.  "Am I here
by my own free will?"
    "I had no direct influence over your decision to come
here."
    "Then why am I here?  I can't believe that some
cosmic coincidence brought us together one month after you saved my life."
    His gaze locked with mine again but I got an eerie feeling that
he was seeing more than just what was in front of him.  "I didn't say
I don't believe in fate."
    "Fate?  Jesus, Nathan.  You're making my head
hurt."
    "Then stop trying to analyze everything and just accept
it."
    The arm around my waist got a little tighter and his thigh slipped
into the gap between mine as he slotted our bodies closer together and slid his
free hand up under my hair.  The hard ridge of his erection pressed into
my abdomen and for the first time I had tangible proof that he truly wanted
me.  My imagination couldn't have conjured up anything so impressive.
    His face closed in and I held my breath but still his lips did
not meet mine.  They grazed my cheek as he turned his head and whispered
in my ear.  "Spend the night with me?"
    It took us half an hour to navigate our way out of the party and
up to his suite above the casino.  Nathan held my hand the whole time and,
somehow, my level of arousal never wavered or diminished.  The hot pulse
beating in my groin seemed to radiate upwards through my body, and I felt the
effects in the warm glow of my cheeks and the near painful straining of my
nipples against the lace of my bra.  Each step I took caused a ripple of
pleasure to flash across my skin and I know I gasped a few times when the
intensity of my reaction caught me by surprise. 
    If anyone else but Nathan had spoken to me, I wouldn’t have known
it.  All of my senses were tuned into him and, as stupid as it may sound,
I think he knew.  Each time my body sent me an urgent reminder of how much
it wanted him; he seemed to answer the call in some way.  His fingers
would tighten a little around mine or his thumb would brush across my knuckles
- and then he would smile as if he knew his actions had just made my pussy
tingle and tighten a little more.
    Finally, we made it to the door and out into the hallway. 
Once more, the presence of others stopped me doing what I was dying to. 
The bellhop gave me a nervous smile and I hoped with the last bit of rational
thought I had left that I hadn't given him a dirty look when he stepped out of
the elevator and thwarted my plans to take advantage of the privacy it would
have afforded.  The young man seemed nervous enough as it was when we
stood on opposite sides of the small space, trapping him between us. 
    Nathan leaned his weight against the glass paneled sides, his
fingers curling firmly around the brass rail behind him and I knew from the
want glinting in his midnight blue eyes that he wished his hands were on
me.  The sound of his slightly rapid breathing mesmerized me and I watched
the rise and fall of his chest and thrilled at the evidence of just how much he
was holding back because we weren't alone.  My gaze wandered lower, to the
bulge straining the front of his jeans and I bit my lip as a wave of raw need
nearly brought me to my knees.  Nathan sucked in a breath but I didn't
dare look at him again for fear I would come without him even so much as
kissing me.
    The elevator arrived at the Penthouse Suite just as I asked Nathan
how many damned floors the hotel actually had.  "This many," he
said with a smile and gestured for me to step out ahead of him. 
"It's open, go on in."  Nathan slipped the guy a twenty and
turned to follow me into the suite.
    I backed into the