Page 14 of What Happens In Vegas
Chapter 6
Quinn’s confidence radiated from him in waves and Bonni broke their eye contact so she could catch her breath. She found herself looking at Ava, who was making big eyes at her, clearly excited that Bonni had the chance to be swept off her feet. Celia and Fredi weren’t any help either; they were making silent gestures indicating that they thought Quinn was super-hot. Her mouth dried outand she licked her lips. Quinn had her off balance, and that was a hard thing for someone to do to her. Her dad had always said, if you expect everything, then nothing will be unexpected.
Quinn was definitely unexpected.
Even being so discombobulated by him, she couldn’t deny the attraction or how badly she wanted to act on it. Bonni had never been the subject of such heated scrutiny beforeand she felt almost like a suspect on the other side of an interrogation table. Thinking this, her cop side tried briefly to resurface, but Bonni ruthlessly shoved it down. Not here. Not now.
She was on vacation, thousands of miles away from her job,and her friends knew to keep her career quiet and references to her social activities off social media. They had her back and they’d take her secretsto the grave.
What happened in Vegas would stay in Vegas, so she was determined to enjoy every moment – starting with Quinn.
He held his hand out for her. ‘Let’s dance.’ It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Bonni’s heart did a delightful little flip, although she felt a little resistance to being told what to do. Unless it was from a commanding officer, she didn’t take orders. She looked athis hand. It was big and rugged but there were no callouses. Oh, what he might be able to do with those hands. She shook herself.Stop getting ahead of yourself. He could still turn out to be an asshat.But the draw between them was too powerful to resist.
Bonni looked up at him and reached out. The second their fingertips touched, she drew in a sharp breath, fairly certain electricity was arcingbetween them. A slow, sensual smile curved on his lips as his fingers tightened on hers. Had he felt it too?
Then and there, Bonni decided. She wanted . . . no . . .hadto be with this man. They’d start on the dance floor, but her intuition told her the night would end with them in bed together. She darted a glance at her friends again. This was supposed to be a girls’ trip, but she was aboutto go off with a man, something she’d never done before, so spontaneously.
Relief flooded through Bonni at their bright smiles.
‘Let’s go. Your friends don’t look like they’re opposed to me sweeping you away for a little while.’ Quinn gave her hand a gentle tug, his fingers caressing her palm.
‘Sweep away,’ she told him, and followed him down the steps. As they stepped on to the dance floor,the fast-paced music switched into a sexy, slow tune.
‘Perfecttiming,’ he said in a low and husky voice as he reached for her.
Goosebumps rose when his hands rested at her waist. Oh, wow, it had been way too long since she’d been held or even touched by a man. So long she’d forgotten what it felt like. She liked how Quinn was reminding her.
Bonni moved deeper into his embrace, his arms slippingaround her, their clothes the only barrier between them. She sighed and reached up, sliding her hand across his shoulders leisurely until her fingers touched the warmth of the back of his neck, loving the feel of his steely muscles.
She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on his shoulder. What an apropos song to be playing – ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ sung by Roberta Flack. Such wonderfulwords, which made Bonni’s heart swell as they swayed together, quietly, seductively. Their bodies spoke louder than words ever could.
Quinn pulled her even closer until she was flush against him, hip to shoulder and his knee edged gently between her thighs. He had great instincts and knew exactly what she needed, and this was it. His heart pounded next to hers. Bonni forgot where she was andfelt the last of her real-world stress melt away as she floated into a world of pure sensation. The sound of the music. The brush of his body against hers. The scent of him. The look in his eyes.
All she needed to know was what he tasted like.
The song ended and Bonni didn’t move from his embrace. She waited, not wanting to break the magical moment between them. He eased his grip on her, andshe looked up at him. They stared at each other and she took in everything. She never wanted to forget this moment.
‘Thank you.’ He spoke softly, so only she could hear.
‘Thankyou,’ Bonni echoed.
Evenas a child, Bonni had been able to read people, through body language and the microexpressions on a face. She knew the signals a person’s eyes gave. She could tell if someone was lying, or tellingthe truth, or trying to recall a memory. Quinn’s eyes were clear, steady, and she saw an honesty in the deep blue that eased her naturally suspicious nature. Going off with a complete stranger was not her style, but there was something about him that reassured her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt safe and that he was trustworthy. Hopefully, her instincts were right. Butshe was in Vegas for just a few days, and only romantics built castles in the air after a single dance.
Bonni still didn’t step away from Quinn, waiting for him to make the next move. Part of her wanted the delicious anticipation to continue, to enjoy the slow build toward the inevitable explosion. And part of her was starving and ready to skip the appetizers and get to the main event. She heldher breath, waiting.
‘Looks like it’s another slow song.’ Quinn tightened his grip again and led her into a tender swaying.
‘So it does.’ Bonni whispered her reply.
‘I like how you feel in my arms.’ His mouth was close to her ear, and she stepped into him.
‘I like how I feel in your arms.’ The intimacy in his deep voice had her all aflutter. Bonni wanted to turn her face toward him, but insteadshe breathed into his neck. His scent filled her, and she wanted him to fill her in other ways too. Being wrapped up by him, surrounded by him, the way he held and touched her, it woke up her sexual nature. Something she’d buried so deep for so long. She’d dated, of course, guys like Greg, who were easy to walk away from. It was better to focus on her work and ignore her sexual needs. Gettingtangled up in relationships just led togetting hurt. But, now, here with Quinn, she was beginning to realize how wonderful it could be with therightman.
His hand slid down her back, leaving a fiery trail, and Bonni pressed herself into him. She wanted more, and he delivered. He used his grip on her hips to turn her so that her back was to his chest. She could feel his taut body, the heat radiatingthrough his clothes and caressing the bare skin of her back. His arm rested across her stomach, holding her against him, his hand tantalizingly close to her breasts.
‘I’m glad I saw you on the dance floor.’ He spoke and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, his breath sensitizing her skin. Bonni shivered, her ass pressing against his groin, and Quinn groaned, which made her body flush witherotic heat.
Oh Lord. He’s pushing all my buttons.
