Page 20 of What Happens In Vegas
Chapter 8
After their first round of passionate sex, they dozed a bit, sleeping in each other’s arms before waking up absolutely starving around 3 a.m. Bonni squealed when Quinn snapped open a large towel and spread it on the sheets in front of her. He then dumped all the snacks he’d gone down the hall to get out of a vending machine on it. He put his hands on his hips and stood there, surveyinghis haul like a mighty hunter-gatherer and staring down at her with amusement in his eyes. Bonni couldn’t get enough of looking at him. His magnificent body, sculpted, firm and powerful, and that delicious bulge she ached to get her hands on again, teasing her from behind the shorts he’d dragged on before leaving the room. She could look at him all day.
Sitting under the rumpled sheets, so verynaked but not the least bit self-conscious, Bonni began to sort through the goodies he’d brought back.
‘You are a complex woman,’ Quinn said, as he climbed back in to the bed after shucking off his shorts.
Momentarilydistracted by his nudity, it took a beat before Bonni replied, ‘How so?’
He pointed to the stash in front of them. ‘This. I can’t believe, when you’re offered anything you’d likefrom room service, you choose to indulge in mass-produced junk food from a machine.’
Bonni laughed. ‘Because it’s yummy! I don’t even know if room service would deliver this late at night. And I don’t know how you do this!’ She waved her hands in a huge gesture that encompassed the snacks and the bed.
‘What, having breakfast in bed? It’s one of my favorite things to do.’ He glanced sidewaysat her and winked. ‘Especially when there is a beautiful naked woman beside me.’
She gave him a playful punch on the arm. ‘So this isn’t the first time you’ve done it then. You make a habit of having a beautiful woman in your bed for breakfast?’ But despite her teasing tone, Bonni found she did not like that possibility in the least. It unsettled her, and she tried like hell not to think aboutit too much.
Quinn’s eyebrows shot up. ‘How on earth did you come up with that conclusion?’ He laughed and picked up the bag of sour-cream-and-onion potato chips.
‘You said it was one of your favorite things to do with a beautiful naked woman.’ She grabbed the chip bag from him and pulled it open. ‘One can only assume that it is a common occurrence with you.’ Bonni bit down viciously on a chip,feeling a growing jealousy. She hated that emotion and was shocked it had decided to rear its ugly head when she’d only met this man less than twelve hours ago. ‘I love chips. But I’ve not been able to find ketchup chips in the States.’ She gave him a smirk and popped a few more in her mouth.
Quinn gave her a look, and she knew he could see throughher transparent attempt to change the subject.‘Listen, breakfast in bed is one of my favorite things to do. You know, sitting in bed, with the television on, or reading a book, while snacking on food, it’s nice and lazy. And ketchup chips sound disgusting.’ Quinn made a face and reached for a chocolate bar.
Bonni gasped. ‘Shut your face! They are not disgusting. They are one of the many things that make Canada so unique. You should try poutine,it’s to die for! But eating in bed is messy.’
He shrugged. ‘I don’t really understand the draw to that flavor. Or to chips in general, actually. My weakness is sweet stuff.’ Quinn held out the chocolate bar, offering her some, but she shook her head, clutching her chips tighter. He took a huge bite. ‘Caramel is my favorite. And I disagree. Eating in bed is just fine.’ He waggled his eyebrowsat her. ‘It can be fun too. Pretty sure we could live off each other for a week.’
Bonni laughed, fully knowing what he was referring to. ‘Yes, eating in bed can be quite delectable, fun andpleasurable. . .’ She reached for a glass of water on the bedside table to sooth her suddenly dry throat and took a sip before continuing. ‘But I maintain that eating food in bed deserves a change of sheetsafterwards. I will agree about caramel, though. I think, of all the candy flavors, that one’s the best. But I don’t like anything with nuts.’
‘Are you allergic to nuts?’ Quinn balled up the candy-bar wrapper and tossed it into the pile of junk food in front of them and grabbed another bar.
‘No, I’m not allergic. I just don’t like how they get in my teeth. And I usually get an upset stomach afterwards.’Bonni shuffled through the pile of food on the bed until she found Skittles. ‘Oh, I like these! The tart sweetness makes me pucker.’
Quinn chuckled. ‘I’ve never had that problem with nuts. Some people’s bodies have weird idiosyncrasies.’ He shook hishead. ‘I don’t have any food allergies, but I start sneezing whenever spring rolls around.’
‘Seasonal allergies can bother me too. Can’t go anywherewithout popping a decongestant.’ Bonni poured some Skittles into her hand. ‘I like the purple ones best. That’s my favorite color. Want some?’ she asked, holding out her hand.
He lifted her hand to his mouth. Keeping eye contact with her, he reached his tongue out and licked a few Skittles off her palm.
Bonni could have died as she watched his tongue lap her hand and a bunch of candies disappearedbetween his even white teeth. She cleared her throat when he sat back with a satisfied expression on his face.
‘Uhm . . . okay. Eating out of the palm of my hand – interesting.’ Bonni pressed her thighs together, shocked that she was turned on. Did he even know how sexy he –it– was, the way he’d licked the candies right out of her hand?
‘That’s how you eat Skittles.’ Quinn reached for a bigSnickers bar and waved it in front of her. ‘Now for some nuts.’
Bonni curled her lip and shook her head. ‘See, I would never choose one of those. I won’t be kissing you for a while.’
He froze in the action of opening the wrapper and stared down at the candy bar thoughtfully. ‘Like, no kissing on the mouth? Are other areas of my body still on the table, so to speak?’ He waggled his eyebrows ather again, and she reached behind her to grab a pillow, whacking him with it.
Quinn wrestled it away from her, copping a feel in the process, and suddenly she was breathless from more than just the exertion. Pretending that she didn’t care that she had lost the pillow, she reached for a bag of ripple chips and held them up. ‘Now this – nectar of the gods. They would be even better with a nicesour-cream dip.’
‘I’mreally loving this getting-to-know-you bit we’re doing this morning.’ Quinn smiled, and Bonni returned it. ‘Food is the universal language. Next to sex, of course.’
‘I thought math was.’ She inspected a chip. ‘I like the curly ones.’ She reached out her tongue and placed the chip on it, liking how focused Quinn was on the action. ‘And yes, I’m learning a lot about you.’She took a long drink of the water and put it back down on the table. ‘Just don’t get any crumbs in the sheets, or you’ll be sleeping alone.’
Quinn furrowed his brows and made a show of patting the bed. The covers were pulled to his hips, concealing the most scrumptious part of him from her gaze. ‘Hmm, I don’t get the issue; nor do I see any problems. And who are you, anyway, the princess withthe pea?’
He met Bonni’s gaze with a fiery look and her belly tumbled over again. The last thing she had ever anticipated was to be sitting here, naked, in bed with a gorgeous and equally naked man, especially a man like him. Not something you’d expect to happen on any given day.
