Page 18 of What Happens In Vegas
‘Quinn.’ Bonni moaned his name, and he looked at her. She nodded, giving him the go-ahead, arousal in her eyes.
Quinn smiled and tugged the dress, slowlydragging it over her breasts, the thrill of anticipation made her nipples harder. She was wearing a lacy bra, one that allowed a seductive glance of her dusky nipples. He couldn’t help his growl of delight.
He leaned down again and sealed his lips around the peak of her breast. She gasped and grabbed his head, sliding her fingers into his hair and holding him to her, making little mewling sounds.It was close to making him crazy with desire, and he enjoyed having this power over her.
Lifting his head, he balanced on an elbow and tugged her dress down a little with his free hand. ‘Still in?’
‘All in,’ she replied, and her heavy-lidded gaze ignited him.
Quinnshifted and rose to his knees. ‘Then why is this dress still not off?’ He pulled it lower.
‘Take it off.’ Bonni’s voice was huskyand full of promise.
He slid his hand under her bottom, raising her easily and drew the dress down her legs, moving to stand at the foot of the bed. He gazed at her in wonder.
‘That lingerie is incredible.’ His words were strained, his jeans not yielding to his erection. Quinn hadn’t been expecting the sight that greeted him. Never had he seen a woman who had such lean muscle and such soft curves,with skin that appeared as soft as satin. He could tell her generous breasts were firm, as was her torso, and his gaze traveled past her cute belly button to the soft rise of her beneath her panties. He ached to have those shapely thighs and calves wrapped around his hips, and would welcome the dig of her killer heels in his ass any day. He shook his head. ‘You are perfection.’
Bonni laughed,low and seductive. It seemed to grab hold of him by the balls.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed. ‘Now, it’s my turn.’
She prowled toward him, and it was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.
‘Time to get you naked,’ she told him.
He reached for the buttons on his shirt and she pushed his hand away, shaking her head. ‘No. I want to.’
He saw the concentration etched on her face as shequickly undid the buttons. Bonni slipped her fingers between the opening of his shirt, and he jumped when she touched his chest as lightly as a butterfly’s wing. It rocked him to his core.
‘Mmm. Chest hair. I do love a man with chest hair.’ She smiled up at him, and he thought he was a goner. ‘A little bit of grizzly in a man can be exciting.’
‘Haveyou ever been eaten by a bear?’ His voicewas a low rumble.
She laughed, tilting her head back, and the graceful elegance of her neck called to him.
‘As a matter of fact, I haven’t. Why, are you a bear?’
‘You did say you liked grizzlies, and Bear was a nickname through college.’
‘Well, isn’t that a coincidence.’ She leaned into him and placed her palms on his chest, brushed them across his hardened nipples. It was his turn to suckin a quick breath.
‘Woman, now it’s you who’s killing me,’ he growled.
Bonni liked the responses she was getting from Quinn. They spurred her on. She swept her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed the shirt off, drawing it down his arms before tossing it aside. He was glorious to look at. She flattened her palms over his tanned flesh, and the smattering of hair across his muscled chesttickled her palms. Bonni felt lower, over the firm and ridged belly, down until she could dip her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans.
He stiffened, and she stilled, looking up at him. ‘Now what do you have planned?’ he asked, and the tightness in his voice told her all she needed to know.
‘Well, maybe I’ll just copy what you did to me. Like, run my fingers around the waist of your jeansuntil I find the belt buckle.’ She touched him and liked the tremor that rumbled through him. ‘Then undo said buckle.’ The jingle of the metallic catch was loud in the room as she opened it. ‘Perhaps, unzip the fly.’ She pulled it down slowly. ‘Oh, what do we have here?’ She reached inside and swept her fingers over his erection.
‘You’ll find out soon enough.’ He lightly placed his hands on hershoulders, as if to steady himself.
Bonni made a point of brushing her hands over him andsmiled when he groaned. She gave a shove and his pants fell around his ankles. Clad only in tight athletic boxers, his bulge was delightfully large, and the silkiness of the shorts enhanced the steely feel of him beneath her fingers. Moving lower, she gently massaged his balls and ran her fingernails alongthe ridge of his cock.
‘And here we are.’ Bonni looked into his eyes.
‘Yes, here we are,’ he said, and slid his hands down her back to the clasp on her bra. He unclipped it and let it fall to the floor. Bonni drew in a soft breath at the shock of the air-conditioned air on her exposed nipples.
‘Just as I thought,’ he said. ‘Gorgeous.’
