Page 116 of A Match Made in Vegas


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I toy with her one more time, then I push her onto her back. Hard enough to move her but not hard enough to hurt.

She gasps as she falls backward. She lands with a soft thud. Looks up at me like she can't believe my actions. Or how much she likes them.

She catches herself and slips into her role. "If my shirt is a problem…" She pulls the fabric over her head and tosses it aside. "Maybe that's better."

Fuck, she looks sexy, defiant, and topless and spread over the bed.

Her blue eyes are heavy with desire.

Her slim curves are stretched over the comforter.

Before I can instruct her, she continues. She surprises me again. "Maybe the shorts are a problem too." She lifts her hips and pushes the fabric off her ass. "Is that better?"

Fuck, the way she surprises me—

It nearly undoes me.

But I can return the favor. I can surprise her too. I move closer, and I pull the shorts off her legs. "Much better." I wrap my hands around her ankles.

She gasps as I pull her to the edge of the bed.

I drop to my knees in front of her legs, hook my fingers in her black panties, roll them over her ass and hips, down her legs, all the way to her feet.

She shudders as I press her legs apart.

I pin her to the edge of the bed gently to test how much she can take.

She lets out a low moan. She tugs at the sheets with her hands.

She's losing herself in this. It's a beautiful sight. The most beautiful thing in the world.

Somehow, it's different than with other women, than other times. I always enjoy sex. I always enjoy the experience of making a woman come, but I feel this somewhere deeper too.

A drive to connect physically, emotionally, mentally. In the bedroom and outside it.

To give her what she wants everywhere, forever.

I can't do that. But I can enjoy this moment. I can enjoy the next three weeks.

I press my lips to the inside of her knee. A soft kiss. Then, the scrape of my teeth.

She moans as I repeat the gesture.

Higher.

Higher.

Higher.

But I don't give her what she wants. Not yet.

I move to her other leg, and I repeat the pattern. I tease her with a soft kiss, a gentle bite, higher and higher.

Until I'm where I need to be.

Then I bring my lips to her.

She groans from the contact.

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