Hot for His Hostage by Angel Payne

knew a lot about my
     needs alr—” His angry snort not only stopped her, but irritated her. She gave into
     the temptation to glare. “Forget it. I don’t want to hash this out with you tonight.”
    “Believe me, dancer, your asshole ex-Dom isn’t my fascination, either.” His grim laugh
     turned his features into a portrait of dark sensuality, especially as he snaked a
     hand around the back of her head. “ You’re my priority tonight.” His long fingers curled into the roots of her hair, pulling
     gently—then after her blissful sigh, not so much. “God damn , you’re beautiful.”
    Zoe turned her sigh into a full gasp. “And you’re my priority, too.”
    She only had these few special hours with him. It was what she had to believe. For
     all she knew, the guy was actually based in Vegas too, but something about him, lingering
     in his eyes and voice, said his passion was only ever on loan to a woman. There’d
     be nothing between them after the hours in this room. That meant every moment counted
     more. Every touch. Every word. Every kiss.
    “You asked what I wanted?” she whispered. “Well, it’s this.” She reached to press
     a hand along the breathtaking line of his jaw. “To see more of this desire on your
     face. To know whatever I’m doing is okay…is good enough to please you. To see how
     I make you feel and to feel it with—”
    She hesitated, suddenly embarrassed. Caramba , she probably sounded like a cheesy soft porn script. She wondered if the tremble
     she felt through Shane’s body was his way of stifling a chuckle.
    No. Not a laugh. Instead, as he cradled the other side of her head, he emitted a growl
     so lush, her skin tingled. “Don’t stop there.” The veins in his forearms stood out
     as he yanked her face higher, pinning her with his heated stare. “Say it, goddammit.
     The whole nasty, sexy truth of it. You want to feel my cock inside your body, don’t
     you? You want me to fill your beautiful cunt until you scream from being stretched
     by me…fucked by me?”
    “Yes.” She quivered, too. “That’s exactly what I want. Your hands all over me. Commanding
     me. Showing me how to please you…”
    She surrendered to breathlessness when the thunder from his throat took on a savage
     edge. The world narrowed to a pinpoint. Every heartbeat was a sweet struggle. Even
     that awareness was impossible to grasp as he slammed his mouth over hers again. With
     her head bent back, she was an open vessel for his lust, accepting every vicious stab
     of his tongue and drop of his passion. There was no other choice. And she didn’t want
     one. 
    A cry of protest escaped as he pulled away. Shane hovered his lips above hers, letting
     their breaths continue to tangle as he softly ordered, “Get the fucking safe call
     handled, Zoe. I have plans for you.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She finished it off with a giggle, mostly out of nerves. The man did not copy the humor. He turned back toward her while pulling off his jacket, jaw set and
     brows arched, turning her into a puddle of equal parts fear and arousal. “Patience,
     girl. You’ll be speaking that ‘Sir’ for me again very soon and sounding just as beautiful
     doing it. Get the call handled first.”
    Puddle? She was a whole lake of sensations now. “Yes, S—” While stopping herself in
     the nick of time, she hit the button showing a picture of Ryder with a dazzling grin
     on his face and a margarita in his hand.
    There was no way her best friend wouldn’t answer. Once, the guy had even picked up
     on a frantic call from her while having sex. After her sister Ava, he was her lifetime
     rock for the worst storms. They’d been through calculus, prom, college applications,
     dorm life, real life, and moving to Vegas, where they’d both nearly starved for two
     years before Zoe landed her first show gig while Ry was picked up by the city’s biggest
     modeling agency.
    Halfway through the third ring, her friend’s smart-ass