Waking Up in Vegas(76)

God, I wanted to kiss her right then. But I also wanted to keep on falling headfirst into that stare.

I shifted my hips until my cock was ready to head on home, too mesmerized to break away from her gaze. She was so damn wet. It took every last thread of my unraveling control to not plunge in headlong and damn the consequences. So even though it killed me, I slowly eased inside, her name a mantra on my lips, the entrancing woman who saved me and ruined me, now and forever.

When I was buried as deep as I could get, she gasped and I stilled, as much out of wonder as from fear that I might pass out from some sort of emotional short-circuit. Or maybe an aneurism.

“I love you, Jen,” I whispered, looking right into her widening eyes. She responded with a slight smile, then another gasp when I shifted my hips.

I hadn’t meant to say those words again, not wanting her to feel pressured to return them, nor set myself up for disappointment if she didn’t. But, once they were out there, floating in the air above us, I realized that her response was irrelevant. What was important was that I say them, over and over until they were imprinted on her skin.

So I said it once more, low and soft against her lips before I claimed them in a kiss that robbed me of breath.

She was exquisite, she was captivating… and she was leaving me.

It really was goodbye, this last step, me inside her, the one I hadn’t wanted to take for that very fucking reason.

Sometimes being right sucked donkey ass.

Enough melancholy. These were my last minutes with Jen and I was spending them working my way into a major depression, for chrissake.

I uttered an oath and began a slow slide out of her body, only to sink back in with the same unhurried pace. Jen slipped one hand into my hair, twisting a strand in her fingers and pulling roughly.

I broke away from her kiss just enough to let both of us grab a breath, then dove in again, nipping at one lip, then the other, still doing the leisurely glide with my hips. I groaned, unsure how much longer I could keep up the slow pace when all my instincts implored me to drive into her like a piston.

Again, we were on that exact same page. “Jesus, Tack. You’re teasing me to death.” Her rough murmur was straight up carnal candy to my ears.

I slammed into her once, hard, bringing a quiet cry from her throat. “Is this what the lady is requesting?” I smirked down at her and she smiled wickedly in return.

“That is exactly what the lady is requesting.” Her eyes flashed and she nestled her hips tighter against mine.

Rearing back for leverage, I began pounding into her welcoming heat, wishing it would never have to stop. Her breathy moans spurred me on; the frenzy of her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, was driving me just about out of my mind.

“Fuck!” The sharp bite of her nails scraping down my back left me growling out senseless curses and hammering her like I wanted to do damage. To which one of us, I wasn’t sure.

When I hooked one of her legs over my bicep, changing the angle and plundering even deeper, she screamed, “Tack! Oh my God!”

I won’t ever forget the ethereal beauty of her face as she came apart.

She started to pulse around my cock and I had to tear my gaze away, throwing my head back with a roar. I honestly couldn’t handle another stroke; the squeezing in my balls danced on the edge of pain. The damn condom wasn’t going to be able to withstand the blasts that kept coming as I rode out the orgasm of my life.

I felt myself die a little inside, there were supernovas going off overhead (or maybe it was just me, on the edge of consciousness) and my shaky arms gave way. I pulled Jensen close, and I couldn’t tell which one of us was trembling. Maybe it was both.





Chapter 23




*Basket Case*



“Can we leave yet?” Jen whispered close to my ear.

“Jen, staying ten minutes at your own goodbye party is really tacky.”

“Fifteen minutes, then?” She’d dropped down off her tiptoes and cuddled into my chest. It didn’t feel the least bit odd, this public display in front of all the people we’d tried so hard to hide our relationship from. Then again, we’d also tried to hide it from ourselves.

“My mother would probably pass out from bliss if she heard me say this, but good manners dictate we have to stay for at least an hour.” I brushed my lips over the top of her head.

“Half an hour.” She wasn’t asking this time.

“A whole hour, Jen.”

“I wanna get you naked.”

I groaned into her hair. “You win.”

I felt her smile against my pecs. “Have you seen BK? We should greet the boss before we disappear,” she said.

“No, but he hardly ever comes to these things. He doesn’t like to be social with all us underlings.” And, considering that he was kissing his shiny new ratings-dynamo goodbye, it was no wonder he’d stayed away. Although I still considered everything to be his fault. He should have just kept that open Phoenix time-slot to himself.