Angel in Armani by Melanie Scott

pressed a final kiss and rolled away. She heard a crinkle of foil but was still too floaty and buzzed to think much more than Oh good, condom .
    When she finally managed to catch her breath and a thread of sanity, he was poised above her, his cock pressed hard against her, sending off a second mini shock wave.
    The fuzziness receded as hunger for him took over. “Star pupil,” she said, twining her arms around his neck. “What’s your next trick?”
    “This,” he said and buried himself inside her with one long slow thrust.
    Lucas Angelo is inside me , she thought for one wild minute, and then he bent to kiss her and started to move and once again all rational thought fled. Her legs wrapped around him, hooking above those slow driving hips, pulling him closer. Closer still.
    She wanted to crawl inside him. Or have him crawl deeper still inside her, she wasn’t sure which.
    Just knew that she wanted to stay here a very long time, riding the dark with Lucas and maybe never, ever leaving this bed again.
    “Lucas,” she said and he kissed her again. Deep sure kisses that matched the rhythm they’d settled on. Kisses that felt both new and familiar, like she’d spent a long time kissing him in her dreams, or a prior life, or something that meant that she knew the taste and feel of him and felt like he knew her, too.
    Each thrust stole her breath and each kiss gave it back to her. And the pressure started to build again and she started to move more fiercely beneath him, arching and retreating, closer and … “More,” she whispered. “More…”
    It grew faster then. And deeper. Wilder. She wanted to tell him something but try as she might she couldn’t gather her thoughts to figure out exactly what. “More,” she managed again until more was suddenly too much and she dissolved again and spiraled away into pleasure.
    *   *   *
    It took her a moment to figure out exactly where she was. And what had woken her. Then she heard it again. The buzzing. Her phone doing a little vibrating tango under her pillow.
    She rolled over and realized she was naked. And that there was a naked man beside her. Lucas Angelo.
    It all flooded back. All that sex. They hadn’t been able to stop touching each other. Which resulted in all that very good sex, which, as she remembered, made her body buzz as happily as her phone.
    The phone.
    Damn. Who was calling her at whatever ridiculous hour this was? Surely it was too early for Viv to be checking on her? She reached out and grabbed the phone off the bedside table and peered at the time. Five a.m.
    Too early.
    But Ellen—and it was apparently Ellen unless her caller ID was lying to her—wouldn’t be calling her if it wasn’t important.
    She slipped out of bed, holding her breath, hoping that Lucas wouldn’t wake because really, how to deal with the very hot guy who’d given her several memorable orgasms during the night when they’d agreed this was just for one night was not something she was ready to figure out.
    So she would deal with the more immediate problem and then come back to that one.
    She reached the tiny bathroom with a few cautious, silent steps and, closing the door carefully behind her, tapped the screen to answer the call as she pulled one of the skimpy towels off the rail to wrap herself in.
    “Ellen?” she asked quietly.
    “Sara? Is that you? I can’t hear you very well.” Ellen’s voice sounded rough. Tired.
    Worry gripped Sara’s stomach but she wasn’t going to shout and wake up Lucas. “The line is bad,” she said. “Is everything okay?”
    “No,” Ellen said bluntly. “It’s not. Sweetie, you have to come back. The storm—well, your helo got damaged.”
    “Damaged?” Sara’s voice rose. “What do you mean?”
    “Just come back,” Ellen said. “Where are you anyway? Manhattan? That’s what your note said.”
    “No, we didn’t make it all the way back. There was a tree down. Blocking the road. I’m in some motel about an hour away