Page 58 of What Happens In Vegas
Quinn helped her from the couch. She wrapped her arm around his waist and he led her to the bedroom. ‘You go on in there, and I’ll get you another glass of water.’
He watched her drop her purse and phone on the bedside table and hold the wall as she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. He stood for a few minutes, watching theclosed door, reeling. He felt like he’d been ripped through a hedge backwards and shook his head. How raw must she be feeling?
A few minutes later she came out and flopped on to the bed. He could see she had washed her face and had tried to do something with her hair, as it was a bit damp.
‘C’mere.’ Bonni reached a hand to him and looked at him through sleepy eyes. He couldn’t resist her. Evenin her drunken stupor, he thought she was amazing.
‘You’re taking such good care of me.’ She looked up at him and smiled. ‘You’d make someone a good husband.’
Quinn laughed. ‘I don’t know about that. Not many women would put up with me.’
‘I’dput up with you.’ She reached up and took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her. ‘I want you to kiss me, Quinn. Make me feel good. Like youdid last night.’
Quinn wasn’t about taking advantage of drunk women. But he did kiss her. He’d been longing to all day.
She moaned into his mouth, and her hands were at the waistband of his jeans. ‘Let’s make love.’ She shifted her position and tried to straddle his hips, finally managing to sit on him, rather precariously. He held her hips so she wouldn’t topple over but sucked in a sharp breathwhen she rocked against him. After their time together, he knew the signs of her arousal, and she was setting off all the alarms now.
‘Bonni, honey, not tonight.’ It was one of the hardest things Quinn had ever had to do. He wanted to make love to her more than life itself, but instead he gently untangled her from him and pulled the sheets back. ‘How about we get you undressed and into bed?’
‘But I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to be with you.’
‘And there’s nothing more that I want either. But I’d rather you be buzzed on me sober than drunk. No way will I ever take advantage of you.’
Her eyes started to drift closed as he swiftly undressed her. ‘You’re such a good guy. I’m lucky I met you.’
He didn’t have another chance to say anything as her eyelids fell shut. He could tellshe’d started dozing by the change in her breathing.
Quinn stood beside the bed and watched her. She was beautiful, her hair tumbling around her on the pillow, the dark of her lashes curving against her flawless skin and her lips, bare of lipstick, slightly open, lush, and he ached to kiss her again. ‘No, Bonni,’ he whispered in the quiet room, ‘I’m the lucky one.’
He turned off the light, shuckedhis clothes and climbed inbeside her. He pulled her into the crook of his arm and held her, listening to her breathe and loving the feel of her next to him.
Bonni was restless, though, and stirred, her body soft and warm next to him. Quinn held his breath when she placed her hand on his belly. He didn’t want to rebuff her, but he had no intention of making love to her while she was drunk. Hewanted her to remember his touches, kisses, what it felt like when he moved inside her. Right now, he doubted she’d remember anything, and he realized that he wanted her to remember. Wanted her to know she’d shared something brutally emotional with him. Wanted her to know that he was here for her. If she didn’t remember . . . well, he didn’t even want to consider that possibility.
Her hand slidlower, her fingers cool and soft on his cock, and she curled them around him. Quinn drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. He reached down and gently took her hand in his, lacing their fingers.
‘Go to sleep, Bonni. I want no regrets for either of us in the morning,’ he whispered, and kissed the top of her head.
‘No, let’s . . . I want you. I’ve missed you so much today.’ Her sleepy voiceslurred her words but held an intimate and sexy tone.
She molded her body to his, her breasts pressing sweetly into his side, her shapely leg draped over his thigh. Quinn bit his lip as the heat of her seared his hip.
He shifted a bit so that he could move her back into the crook of his arm and relieve the temptation. He brushed the hair from her face. Her eyes were still closed, and her perfectwhite teeth dented the pink of her lower lip. He longed to kiss her.
‘You’re so sleepy. Let me tell you a bedtime story.’ He needed to distract himself as much as he could in order to resist her subtle invitation.
‘Mmm,’kay.’ She rested her head on his chest, and he swirled his fingertips over her shoulder and back. Her breath was like a cool whisper over his chest.
‘A long time ago, therewere two brothers who did everything together. They were as opposite as day and night, but they were best friends. As they grew, they were groomed to go into the family business.’
Her breathing grew a little shallower. She was falling asleep.
Quinn rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. Images of Landon and him, when they were younger, played like a movie in his brain.
‘Morestory,’ Bonni murmured.
‘Their father had high expectations for them. They were to learn the business, help it expand and make it even more formidable. It was all about profits and money. But to do that would mean they’d have to give up who they were, what they wanted in life.’
Bonni shifted, and her arm tightened across his belly.
