Waking Up in Vegas(40)

My hands stilled on her waist and her laughter died in her throat. My eyes locked on hers, pulled in by their amber warmth and expanding pupils. I tried not to move. I swear I did. Being attracted to Jensen was inevitable. Doing something about it was not.

Then her eyes flickered down to my mouth. If they’d have come back up to mine, I could have still managed to crawl off her and pick up the scattered cards from the floor.

But her stare stayed fixed on my lips. So of course, mine were drawn to hers like they had their own magnetic pull. I watched the tip of her tongue swipe over the plump center of her lower lip, and I heard a hoarse groan come from one of us.

I think it was me. Sweet Christ.

I dropped my face closer, still holding on to one last shred of my sanity. Right hand to God, if she pulled back at all, I would stop.

Her eyelids had drifted down, though they were still open. Watching her watch me through her lashes was erotic as fuck. My dick sprang to attention and, I admit, I may have shifted my hips on reflex. Not that they were touching her. Much.

She tilted her chin the tiniest bit and that lush lower lip brushed against mine. Then once more, telling me this was on purpose.

The waiting game was over now. I hoped she could handle it.

Hell, I hoped I could.

I closed my lips around the place her tongue had just been, for some insane reason needing to lay claim to that very spot. I felt her sigh whisper across my cheek and my tongue teased the soft seam of her mouth, first asking, then begging, to let me in.

When her gasp gave me the access I needed, I didn’t wait for a second opportunity. My tongue met hers with a fierceness that was almost scary.

Scratch the almost.

I think I died a little.

She met my every movement, led when I retreated, and I’m not sure when her hands had crept up into my hair, but I felt them twisting in the strands, pulling me closer.

Which was exactly where I wanted to be.

I was still gripping her waist, but my fingers had shifted to drag her into me, sinking my hips into the cradle of her thighs. She hooked one calf around my leg and so help me, I was ready to explode right then and there. God knows it took everything I had not to press in deeper, for fear that I would.

I trailed one hand up her body slowly, savoring every inch until I reached the curve of her breast. My thumb was tattooing circles into the side while her lips and tongue continued to drive me slowly insane.

I’ve always taken pleasure in everything female, but the preliminaries were always just that—something to enjoy and get through quickly enough so we could arrive at the end we both wanted. We got happy, and went our separate ways.

This, however… this was thoroughly warping my mind. I didn’t want to rush through anything with Jensen. This couch, with her underneath me writhing and sighing, was now my favorite place in the whole world. I could explore her like this for days and still feel we’d barely scratched the surface.

And forget the walking away. You couldn’t drag me off with chains.

I snaked the hand that wasn’t marking her breast around the back of her hips, finally holding her mouthwatering ass. I dug my fingers in gently and pulled her closer, hoping I had enough of a grip on containing my orgasm and that I wouldn’t have one from just the friction of our clothed bodies.

Speaking of, much as I craved her bare skin against my own, I also didn’t want to give up the delicious, slow discovery I had right now.

With a growl (I know, right?), I brought the meeting of our lips to an almost savage intensity. Any closer and I’d be crawling inside her. And it still wouldn’t be enough. I don’t know when it happened, but I needed her sighs, her taste, her curves, more than air.

She moaned and I was instantly addicted to that, as well.

One of her hands had drifted down my back. I was so far gone that I didn’t notice until her nails stabbed into my skin. That little slice of pain was kerosene on my fire, and with a groan, my pelvis ground into hers, smashing the biggest erection of my life into the apex of her thighs.

I must have hit the right spot, because that moan was back and she answered my hips with a push of her own.

Desire surrounding us like a fog, I finally pulled my lips from hers and made a track of soft kisses down her jawline, pausing to give special attention to the hollow behind her ear. Her soft cry was music to my soul, and she whispered something unintelligible.

I was elated that I wasn’t the only one whose vocabulary had gone out the window.

I was certain her nails were going to leave bruises now. I didn’t care. I wanted to be visibly marked.

I already was, on the inside.

Needing to touch every exposed inch, I nipped my way down her throat, murmuring her name like a prayer. Her moan vibrated through my lips and straight down to my cock. It throbbed and got harder, although I don’t know how that was even possible.