Page 17 of What Happens In Vegas
The car stopped and he dropped his hand to rest at the curve of her waist, guiding her out. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own and heat rushed down to settle with a fire in her belly.
She heard him chuckle as he followed her.
‘Havefun, boys,’ he said to the kids,and then they were in the silence of the corridor. He took her hand. ‘I’m down there.’
‘Lead the way.’ Bonni liked how he was taking control. For once, she could relax. Give up the need to be in charge. The need to steer events. The need to be in control.
She was still feeling the sensuality of his touch, glad the interruption of the kids hadn’t interrupted their growing connection.
‘Here wego.’ He pulled out the key card and wasted no time whisking her into his room. She had barely crossed the threshold before he swept her up into his arms.
Bonni was surprised. ‘You can’t carry me.’
‘Of course I can.’ He dipped his head and found her lips. Bonni placed her palm on his cheek, rough with a light stubble. She held his face, once again welcoming the responsiveness of her body to hissimple kiss.
‘This is where I’ve wanted you since we met.’ He stood back after laying her on the bed. ‘I want to look at you.’ Bonni was unable to be motionless. She felt as if her clothes had fallen away and he was able to see beneath her dress. It ramped up her arousal to fever pitch.
‘Lie still,’ he instructed.
It was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. She breathed in shallowbursts and wondered if her heart could bear its rapid beating.
‘If you keep looking at me like that, there’s no way I can be still.’ She sat up and reached for him.
‘Your beauty astounds me.’ Quinn leaned over and ran his hand over the silky fabric of her dress on her thigh. She wriggled again. ‘Shh, stop moving.’
‘I can’t,’ she said, with a shaky breath.
‘Yes, you can.’ He smiled and lookedat her from under hisdark brows. Good Lord, this man had her all discombobulated. But in a wonderful way.
He wrapped his fingers around her ankle and she held her breath, finally able to do as he wanted. She froze when his hand traced lightly up to her calf, then back down to touch the strap on her shoe.
‘I like these shoes. Maybe we can keep them on.’
She nodded. Her eyes were glued to hisas he placed a knee between her legs and his hands at either side of her hips. The bed sank under his weight and she slid closer to him.
Quinn moved down her body and kissed her belly through the fabric of her dress. Heat from his mouth seared her and she flung her arms wide, clutching at the duvet. Quinn then worked his way up, keeping to the middle of her body, and when he was in the valleybetween her breasts, Bonni arched her back.
‘Easy . . . we have all night,’ he murmured against her flesh, just above the neckline of the dress.
‘You’re k-killing me,’ she moaned.
‘Good.’ His voice was muffled against her body.
Quinn wanted to drive her higher. He knew she was turned on, and the rocking of her hips when he pushed a knee between her legs was the reward he was waiting for. Morethan anything, he wanted her naked and to sink himself into her heat.
But first, he wanted to discover her. Find out what made her tick. What she desired, and how he could pleasure her.
Yet the heat of her against his thigh was difficult to ignore. He inhaled and caught her scent, which was more intoxicating than any alcohol. Cinnamon, soap, citrus and her growing arousal combined in a lethalmixture that he would not soon forget. He rocked into her, and she tightened her thighs on his leg, holding him in place.
Bonni sighed into him. Quinn groaned, unsure how muchlonger he’d be able to contain himself. He had to break the kiss, slow things down a bit but still keep her on a knife edge of desire.
She was responsive, and he wasn’t surprised. He had sensed her underlying passion whenhe’d watched her move on the dance floor earlier. Now he was eager for her to move beneath him. She trembled and gasped when he ran his fingertips down her neck, pausing briefly at a throbbing vein, then over her shoulders and down her sides and back up. Quinn’s fingertips told him everything he needed to know.
‘How about we get this dress off you?’ He waited for her reply.
She nodded and beganto lift herself up. He was captivated by the rise and fall of her chest, and the way her nipples pushed against the fabric.
The sight of them made him impulsive and he leaned down, gently nibbling on the hardened point through the material.
