Page 21 of What Happens In Vegas
‘ “The Princess and the Pea”, eh? You know what, I think I must be.’ Bonni nodded. ‘I’m able to find every crumbor prickly thing in my sheets. So I’m a bit anal about my bed and like it just so: clean, with fresh sheets and pluffy pillows.’ Bonni inspected another curly chip.
‘So what is a pluffy pillow?’ Quinn inquired.
‘A pillow that’s a cross between puffy and fluffy . . . so, pluffy. Anyway, don’t change the subject.’
‘I’m not, but whoa now, that’s a tall order.’ Bonni looked up at Quinn and, eventhough he was smiling at her, somehow she suddenly felt high maintenance. ‘You don’t like these tumbled-up sheets, the sheets that are evidence of our passionate lovemaking? Come on, food is fun, and all this is still in the package, I mightadd. I kinda like it tossed all over the bed.’ He was teasing her, and his playful tone and the genuine look in his eyes relieved her anxiety about her feelingsfrom a moment before. She really liked this easy banter they had already developed a habit of falling in to.
Bonni raised her hand and pointed her finger at him. ‘As long as there are no crumbs in the bedsheets. Or pet hair. I dated a guy who let his dog sleep in his bed. Never. Again.’
‘Noted, my princess, for the future.’
Her heart beat a little harder at the words ‘the future’. She feltridiculously excited at the possibility that there might be a future for them, even though she’d just met him last night. There was something intriguing about Quinn that made her a little receptive to the possibility that this might go beyond a one-night stand. Although the idea had occurred to her before, the full impact of it hadn’t really crossed her mind . . . until now. She gazed at him, comfortablein his presence. She was beginning to think that she could discover the heart of him, and could show him herself.
‘I have never been referred to as a princess, so I’ll have to ponder that for a little bit. But does that mean you shall do my bidding as one does for a princess? Especially since you are already eating out of my hand?’ She wiggled her fingers teasingly and he grabbed her hand tonibble at her fingertips before pressing a kiss to her palm.
‘Aren’t all girls princesses at some point? And –’ he popped a piece of non-nutty chocolate into his mouth before continuing – ‘I can be persuaded to do some bidding . . . depends on the kind.’
‘Uhm, well . . .’ This conversation was taking on more seductive tones, and something flared low in her abdomen. How could it not when shewas naked in bed with this gorgeous man? ‘. . . Maybe some girls are princesses. But I’ve never thought of myself as a princess. I’m more of the rough-and-tumble type. A tomboy.’
Quinnreached out and caught her wrist. He pulled her easily across the rumpled sheets and on to his chest. Their treasure trove of junk food scattered across the foot of the bed and some fell on to the floor.
‘Well,rough and tumble, princess or not, crumbs in the bed or military corners on the sheets, I like you here, in my arms, naked and in my bed.’
Bonni drew in a ragged breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. The merest touch of him aroused her, and she draped her leg over his thigh.
‘I might just be able to get used to this kind of decadence. Eating in bed turned intoa whole lot more than I anticipated. Maybe I can grow to like it a little more and not be so fussy.’
‘I bet you can.’ Quinn’s hands trailed down her spine, coming to rest at the small of her back.
Bonni rose up and caught his mouth with hers. Their breathing mingled and she tasted the chocolatey caramel on his tongue. The crinkle of candy wrappers serenaded them and Bonni forgot about everythingexcept Quinn, and satisfying a different kind of hunger.
