Page 160 of Vegas Heat

He holds a hand up to his chest in mock disbelief. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?”

“Because it’s true.”

“Fine. But you thought about proving it for a minute, am I right?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He laughs. “That reminds me, want to hear a joke about my dick?”

I raise my brows.

“Never mind. It’s way too long.”

I giggle and shake my head. “I swear, your dirty jokes are the cheesiest.”

“You love them,” he says, and he shifts so he’s suddenly hovering over me, forcing me back into position beneath him…exactly where I want to be.

Exactly where I love to be.

I sigh with contentment as I stare up at him, a little of his weight warming me and holding me in place. His blue eyes are clear and sure as they focus down on mine. He drops his lips to mine and thrusts his hips at the same time, and he’s already activating multiple pleasure points all in one smooth move.

I let out a soft moan, and he chuckles before his lips move to my neck.

“You think you can do this quietly?” he murmurs.

“Not the way you fuck,” I whisper back.

“God, I love it when you talk like that.” He pushes his hips against mine again.

“I love it when you do that.” I tighten my grasp around his neck, and he drives toward me again, humping me on the bed in the guest room.

His lips find my ear and he sucks on my lobe for a beat. “I want to do it naked.”

“Then do it.”

He pulls back, his eyes hooded and heated when they land on mine. “I don’t have any condoms.”

My thought process on the plane returns to me. What would life be like to be a young mother, fresh out of college, having Cooper Noah’s baby?

The thought even in the heat of the moment makes me feel a shocking craving I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before. It’s a craving for this man, for a future with him, for things I wasn’t sure I really wanted until he stepped into my life.

I want them now. I want them with him. But I also know that’s part of a bigger conversation we haven’t had yet.

“I brought some,” I murmur. “They’re in my suitcase.”

His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. “You are seriously the best.”

I lift a shoulder and shoot him a cocky smile. “I know. And it probably merits mentioning before you get overly complimentary that I stole them from your underwear drawer.”

He laughs and shakes his head a little, and then he leans down and presses a kiss to my neck. He drags his lips down toward my cleavage, and then he sits back on his knees and pulls my shirt over my head. He buries his face between my breasts, still covered in my bra, and he breathes deeply. “What’s mine is yours, Sunshine.” He moves off me and heads to my suitcase and locates the strip of condoms I grabbed just in case.

“Four?” he says, holding up the strip and letting them fall down in a row.

My cheeks heat. “I mean, I didn’tcountthem. I just grabbed some.”

He tears one off the strip. “Liar. You think we’re going to fuck four times while we’re here.” He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out. He strokes it a few times before he tears open the condom, and I can’t help but watch as the ache between my legs intensifies and my body moves from wet to drenched with arousal for him.

“A girl can dream, can’t she?” I watch as he rolls it on, and then he jumps back onto the bed and hovers over me.

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