“I feel wild.” Did she feel sexy? Normally, no. But under his hot gaze, looking at her like he wanted to know what she tasted like…everywhere? Hell, yeah. “Thank you. That got me out of my head.”

He nodded, releasing her slowly, as if he didn’t want to let go. Reaching for her hand, he led her off the platform, his scent lingering—clean cotton and spicy shaving cream. Desire hummed, making her feel more alive than she had in ages.

Once out on the sidewalk, he said, “You want to go back to your hotel or do something else?”

She chanced a look into his icy blue eyes. It wasn’t just his startling good looks that affected her; it was his kindness and concern. But what was the point in pursuing this attraction to a stranger? She had a future to figure out.

Then, again, she hadn’t thought about her ex in a whole hour. “What else have you got in mind?”

As the spacious pod of the High Roller Observation Wheel ascended, Coco gaped at the view. Beyond the cluster of massive hotels and the glitter and sparkle of the Strip sat the vast blackness of the valley floor. “It’s crazy to think they built all of this in the middle of a desert.”

Though they were alone, Becks stood right beside her. Each time their arms brushed, it sent a flurry of sensation through her. She hadn’t felt this butterflies-in-the-stomach, oh-my-God-he’s-talking-to-me crush stuff since high school.

And she loved it.

“That’s the club.” He tipped his chin.

“Where?”

He came around behind her, boxing her in against the window. Extending his arm, he pointed. “That hotel right there.” His warm breath at her ear sent a shiver down her spine. “The one with the weirdly shaped O spanning across the windows.”

The moment felt dangerous. She could imagine turning in his arms, looping her hands around his neck, and pressing her body up against his. She could picture his hands grabbing her ass and lifting her against the window.

And she really, really wanted to feel his fingers push aside her panties and—

“You okay?” He perched his chin on her shoulder.

“Yes. Fine.” But she didn’t move—not a single twitch of a muscle or shuffle of a foot—because she wanted him to stay right where he was. She didn’t want to lose these delicious sensations flowing through her. “You think they’re still there?”

“Oh, yeah. My friends’ll close it down.”

“So will mine.” Licking her bottom lip, she turned to look into his eyes. The connection sent a blast of excitement through her. “Why don’t you want to be with them?” Was that her voice? All low and raspy, with the promise of a great blow job?