Page 22 of What Happens In Vegas
Chapter 9
Something stirred Bonni, waking her from the deepest slumber. Normally a light sleeper, she’d crashed hard after their night of sex. Here she was, waking from the most refreshing sleep she’d had since – oh,ever– and without having to resort to her sleeping pills. What kind of magic did Quinn possess?
Stretching her body, she was languid, content after being so thoroughly worked over.She turned to her side and watched Quinn in the gloom. He was on his back, breathing deep and steady. The white top sheet was pulled up to his waist, stark in the dimly lit room.
Bonni raised her hand and hesitated a moment before lightly touching his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his skin under hers. She smiled, glad her friends had been so generous with the condoms. She knew every inch ofhim now and was confident that she could reduce him to a puddle in thirty seconds flat. When he stirred and raised his arm Bonni tucked herself into the groove of him, dropping her arm across his firm belly as he snuggled her tight to him.
‘You’reawake,’ he murmured sleepily, not opening his eyes.
‘Just,’ she whispered into him. ‘It’s still dark.’
She ran her hand up him, his chest hair ticklingher palm. His heart pounded steadily beneath her fingers.
‘Mmm . . . I could use more sleep. You’ve worn me out.’ He pulled her into a bear hug.
Bonni sighed, not having felt this satisfied in such a long time. She was lingering in that twilight of nearly awake but also dozing when the sound of the shower running made her realize that Quinn was no longer in bed with her.
No longer relaxed,Bonni began to worry about an exit strategy. Were the rules different for a vacation fling than for a regular one-night stand? Should she be making a discreet exit while Quinn was in the shower? She’d like to see him again but, in their haze of lust and passion, they’d never discussed the boundaries of their relationship. Could you even call what they had a relationship?
Before she had time towork herself up too much Quinn came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet. She feasted her eyes on him. He was a sight that made her body insta-react.Maybe I could lure him back to bed.
She sat up and didn’t bother to hold the sheet. It seemed silly now, after the escapades of last night. It fell to her hips and exposed her breasts to him.
‘Trying to temptme?’ Quinn asked, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
‘Always.’ She smiled. ‘Where are you off to so early?’
‘First round of the tournament.’
Bonni furrowed her brows. ‘Tournament?’
Quinn had been grabbing clothes from the closet but stopped to face her. ‘I guess we didn’t get much further than the candyin the “get-to-know-you” portion of last night. I’m a professional poker player andthe Bellagio is hosting one of the biggest tournaments of the year. Qualifiers are happening over the next couple of days.’
‘Oh.’ Bonni felt a little uneasy, hearing he was a professional gambler.
‘Something wrong?’ He’d been about to drop the towel, but at the tone of her voice he readjusted it tighter on his hips instead.
A gambler and a cop? Yeah, there was something wrong with that pairing.But this was a vacation fling, possibly even just a one-night stand. He had his life, she had hers, and they’d only meet between the sheets. Bonni had absolutely no reason to be upset that their professions weren’t compatible. Right?
She stretched her arms above her head, knowing it was a seductive move and that, if he could resist that, then she would understand how important his poker tournamentwas to him. ‘Well, I was hoping for one more round before we went our separate ways.’
Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, the knot of his towel loosening. It slipped down to reveal the indentation of his hip. He smiled, and the steady look he gave her eased her mind a bit, as well as stoking her fire. ‘You are extraordinarily tempting . . . you almost make me want to crawl back into bed with you.’
She looked up at him through her eyelashes and dropped her arms to the bed, leaning back a little to cause her breasts to jut out. Her movements surprised the hell out of her, as she’d never played a temptress before. Maybe it was the challenge of trying to lure him from his game, of testing him and seeing how important poker was to him. ‘So let me tempt you.’
‘I’d love to stay. Truly. But Ihave to go. They’ll disqualify me if I’m not there on time.’
Shecould see he was fighting it, could see the passion in his eyes, and his slightly reserved nature told her he wouldn’t fall prey to her. Telling herself she wasn’t disappointed, Bonni nodded and reached for her clutch on the night stand. She dumped the contents on the sheets, looking for her phone so she could text her friends.
Quinn leaned over and picked up Bonni’s black leather wallet. ‘This isn’t a very ladylike-looking wallet.’
‘Who said I was a lady?’ She smiled and took it from him. It wasn’t a wallet; it was her police ID, holding her badge. She tucked it into her purse. She wasn’t ready to tell him she was a cop. When he didn’t ask any further questions, she was both relieved and a tiny bit disappointed. Maybeshe wanted him to want to know more about her. Her cell had fallen and was half hidden under a fold of the sheets, and she picked it up. Quinn reached for her wrist and dragged her into his lap, and she was putty in his hands.
She liked how comfortable they were with each other. Their nakedness wasn’t an issue, but then, after everything they’d done to each other last night, how was it possibleto be even remotely shy?
Bonni instinctively burrowed down against his groin and he moaned a little, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. His voice muffled, he said, ‘Unlock your phone.’
With a little spark of hope, she did, and the spark smoldered into a flame when he rattled off his phone number before instructing her to call him so he’d have her number too. Feeling sexy, she turned hercell’s camera to selfie-mode then lifted her shoulder so he’d look up at her. Bonni held the button for a burst of shots but dropped her phone on to the bed when he kissed her.
