I lean in and my lips brush his. No pressure, just the softest tingle. My nipples are already hard and my panties damp. I sink into the kiss. And I know it’s the last time I get to control anything that happens between us.
His lips glide over mine. His hair is soft between my fingers as they thread their way up the back of his head. He adjusts himself on the sofa, making himself more comfortable. The movement hits me in just the right spot, causing me to gasp. He capitalizes and moves his tongue over mine.
I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly, like it’s his reason for living. Like he cannot get enough of me.
Justin moves his hands up my ribs, just skimming the sides of my breasts. The sensation is too much to stay silent. A groan escapes me, and he holds on tighter.
Between his kisses and the way his hands are moving over my body, it’s all too much. The anticipation of where we’re headed is more than I expected. I need to regain some control. But I also don’t want to stop.
I lower my mouth, kissing along his jaw, and down to his neck. He lets out a growl when I nip at the sensitive skin at the edge of his T-shirt. Good, he’s as worked up as I am. So far there’s been no words exchanged. I prefer it that way. I’m not one for lots of talking during sex, especially not dirty talk.
Slipping off his lap, it doesn’t take much effort to wedge myself between his legs. The smug smile on his face has me a little off kilter. I run my hands along his thighs over the bulge straining beneath his jeans. His eyes close, and I move my hands to the button. His large hand covers mine. I look up at him.
“That’s not how this is going to happen?”
Justin
It takes all my will power to stop her. The idea of that sexy mouth wrapped around my cock has me painfully hard.
For a moment, a flash of hurt crosses her face. “You don't want me to?”
“Of course, I want to. And we will.” I push us both to stand. “But we both know that all we have is here and now.”
“You mean like a one-night stand.”
There’s no hurt or offense in her voice. She’s just stating a fact, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. “One-night, two-nights, a week. The point is it won’t follow us back to Seattle.”
She tilts her head, chewing on her lip. “Have you ever done a wild Vegas week?”
I’ve done vacation flings since high school. I liked the idea of not being seen as the geek. When I’m on vacation, people around me tend to be a little more superficial. But Vegas? “What are you suggesting?”
“One sinful week.” She moves away, not keeping eye contact with me. “Hot sex, some reckless partying. You and me, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
I know that was pretty close to what I said, but I don’t want her making what happens between us something dirty. Something to regret. “What’s in it for you?”
She looks at me with a small smile. “I get to bookend this part of my life.” I raise my brow and she continues. “My adolescence started off with an embarrassing crush on you. And it’s like coming full circle.”
I try to suppress my smile. “So, I’m a notch in your bedpost?”
I’ve never been on this side of the conversation. Actually, I’ve never been on either side. Yeah, the money has meant that some women had ulterior motives for wanting to get involved with me. But I doubt any of them wanted me only for sex.
Angela scrunches her face. “That sounds so bad. Like I’m using you.”
“Actually, what you’re proposing is that we use each other.” I don’t like the idea of having some sordid affair with her. Whatever happens here, we will still have to deal with one another when we’re home. She’s my best friend’s little sister for fuck’s sake. “But I have a few caveats.”
She flops onto the sofa allowing her gaze to meet mine. “Caveats? Like conditions? Let’s hear them.”
“Reckless partying doesn’t involve drugs.” It’s not like I’ve never smoked a joint but that was a long time ago. “If we’re drinking, no driving. Everything needs to be within walking distance of this hotel.”
“That’s not a problem. Within a one-mile radius we have everything we need. Food from every part of the world, sex clubs, cabaret shows. Hell, there’s even a chapel around the corner.” She looks at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “I’ve never really been able to enjoy this city. What else?”
“What do you mean, you haven’t enjoyed the city?”
She’s been here a few years. How has she not enjoyed it?
“Well I started dating Carl before I actually started working here. So, I’ve never been single in Vegas. I mean the most reckless thing I’ve done since I’ve been here is quit my job without a clear plan. And I’m supposed to be the reckless one out of all my siblings.”
Yeah, that’s true. But she seems to think that reckless and impulsive are the same thing. Maybe she needs to be shown that she doesn’t need to lose her impulsive side just because she chooses to practice more caution.
“Reckless doesn’t have to mean stupid. You’ve grown up. But I’m sure we’ll make some bad decisions while we’re here.”
“Does that mean you accept?”
Of course, I accepted it, but I want to make a few more things clear. “Not just yet.”
“Okay. What else?” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts together.
“You’ll stay here for the week. If we’re not working, we’re together.” I’m not sure where that possessive streak is coming from, and if she objects, I’ll
