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blame the guy. The woman quite possibly had the tightest ass he’d ever seen, and the snug fit of her pants didn’t let him forget it.
    When she turned toward him, she walked so close he wondered if he was about to get the most amazing kiss of his life. Instead, she discretely pressed cash into his hand. “I think this is yours.”
    He needed a moment to remember he’d funded her slot machine adventure. Once that hit him, he countered by closing his hand over hers. “No way, Colorado. That was on me.”
    She looked up at him, all sweetness and pretty please . “Will you at least let me give back the two dollars?”
    “Tomorrow,” he promised.
    “Tomorrow?”
    “Yes.” Despite lingering thoughts over losing his sister, he didn’t have to force the smile Ellie brought to his face. “If you let me see you again tomorrow.”
    She offered a wicked little grin that belied all that wholesome innocence that, at least in his mind, belonged to her. “What if I’m not finished seeing you tonight?” she asked.
    Oh, hell yes . Rather than attempt to form words in response to what sounded a heck of a lot like an invitation, he pulled her into an alcove along the wall. Once he had her semi-alone, he wound his fingers through her hair, capturing the back of her head and leaning down to meet her.
    “You sure about that, Colorado?”
    She nodded, her attention pegged on his mouth. Her breathing was quick, her lips parted, and he wanted nothing more than to claim them for his own.
    “I want to kiss you so damned bad,” he said. “I want to know if those lips are anywhere near as soft as they look. I want to feel firsthand how your body responds to me.” With his lips grazing her ear, he added, “ I want to drench you .”
    Her sharp intake of breath sent the last of his blood to his dick. God, he wanted her. She looked up at him through drowsy, hooded eyes, no apparent clue that they were still in view of the public. The electronic dings and noises of the casino faded to the background, and he thought long and hard about kissing her. But he didn’t want to be the guy like any other she might know. He wanted to be the man she’d never forget.
    With his fingers wound through her hair, he could think of little more than driving into her. Fucking her hard while she made little good girl whimpers that were lost to deep, consuming kisses. He wanted to possess her. To be possessed.
    “Then do it,” she said. So softly he wasn’t sure he heard. “Drench me.”
    He froze. Then ever so slowly he descended to touch his mouth to the pulse point on her neck. The warmth of her skin dizzied him. Her moan when his lips pressed against her flesh nearly did him in.
    His phone chose that very moment to ring, and it was Focker’s ring tone. That dick . “Son of a…I need to answer this.”
    She nodded, a little slow to follow him out of the alcove. She didn’t further follow him, though, when he edged a few feet away to dodge the bulk of the casino noise. “Mathis.”
    “I’m having a private party,” Focker said. “I need you up here just in case.”
    Jax shook his head. Leave it to Focker to invite people to his room when he didn’t fucking trust them. He didn’t blame the dude for being paranoid—he’d gotten several threats that he’d be leaving Vegas in a body bag—but it was pushing two in the morning and Focker was partial to his beauty sleep. “Don’t you have an event in the morning?”
    “I’m trying to have an event tonight.”
    Jax rolled his eyes. “I’ll be there in thirty.”
    “Make it fifteen.”
    “I’m not in the hotel,” Jax explained. “You’re going to have to settle for thirty.”
    “I’ll settle for fifteen,” Focker said, and hung up.
    Jax shook his head. He had no idea what Ellie saw in the pompous little jerk, but it didn’t matter. He had her…for now. And maybe that was Focker’s problem.
    She approached when he slid the phone in his pocket. “Anything