Page 23 of What Happens In Vegas
His kiss hadn’t lost its potency. Bonni deepened the kiss,lingering in Quinn’s arms, not wanting to break their embrace. Wanting to keep the kiss going. But he gently disengaged her.
‘Temptress, I would gladly see thisto its natural conclusion, but I do have to go. I plan on winning this tournament,’ he told her.
Quinn slid out from beneath Bonni, practically dumping her on the bed. The towel provided scarce concealment for his sizeable erection. Feeling wistful that another round wouldn’t be forthcoming right this second, Bonni replied, ‘You’re awfully confident.’
He crossed back over to his clothes anddropped the towel. She felt her mouth practically water at the sight of his firm ass. ‘Damn right I’m confident.’ He looked at her from under his brows as he pulled on his clothes. ‘I’m good at what I do.’
She wanted to tell him:So am I.
‘I like confidence, as long as it doesn’t lead to arrogance.’
‘You saying I’m arrogant now?’ he teased.
Bonni shook her head. ‘No, not at all. We hardlyknow each other, but arrogance is a trait I don’t like.’ She switched the conversation. ‘Is the tournament open to the public?’
Quinn fished out his phone from the pocket of the pants he’d been wearing yesterday and tapped at the screen. ‘To play in – no; this one is invitation only. But spectators can come watch, if that’s what you meant.’
Bonni’s phone buzzed with a text. Glancing down atthe screen, she saw it was from Quinn. If you and your friends come by, I promise to kick ass for you.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up. She walked to him, smiling and still not the least bit shy about her nakedness.
Quinn gave a low whistle through his teeth, reaching for her. ‘You were the most wonderful, unexpected surprise last night.’
Shestepped into his embrace,feeling deliciously naughty at the sensation of his clothes against her bare skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight, shivering when he ran his hand down her back to cup her bottom. He kissed her deeply and she moaned into him. They definitely had a connection. A simple kiss brewed up their passion, but Bonni wanted to be the one that broke it this time.
She looked deepinto his eyes. ‘That’s the kind of behavior that will get you going nowhere.’
‘I know, you are a temptress. I gotta go. I’m sorry.’ With one last kiss, Quinn drew in a breath and stepped away from her, but he paused at the door with one last lingering look. ‘Later.’
She nodded, and was hit by a shock of loneliness when the door closed behind him.
