Page 46 of What Happens In Vegas
He put his finger under her chin to tilt her face up, smiled andleaned forward. ‘That was thoughtful of you. But I missed you in my bed.’
Bonni drew in a quick breath; his voice was low, deep and seductive, just loud enough for her to hear. Memories of their shared intimacy reignited her desire for him. He pressed a kiss to her lips, light, sensual, so when he did lift up from her, shesat for a moment with her eyes closed, craving more and totally forgettingthey were in the middle of a busy café.
Bonni blinked and focused on him. ‘You are a dangerous man, Quinn Bryant.’ She raised the coffee cup and gulped a mouthful, then lowered it, still holding it between her hands.
‘Dangerous in a good way, I hope.’
She nodded and met his gaze. ‘Yes, in a very good way.’ A blush rushed up her cheeks, and it surprised her.
Quinn laughed and placed his handover hers. ‘I like that you can still blush.’
She shook her head and raised her eyebrows. ‘I can’t believe I still have the ability. Honestly, it’s annoying.’
‘No, it’s not annoying, it’s nice.’ Quinn caught her gaze and Bonni fell under his spell. ‘I know what you look like when you fly to pieces.’
Bonni looked around quickly. ‘Quinn, we’re in public, you can’t say that here.’ But she wantedhim to continue. This dirty talk wasn’t what she was used to, and she liked the excitement of it.
Quinn leaned back in the chair, which was really too small for his large frame, and his chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. ‘Why are you worried someone will hear?’ He gave her a slow smile, which was her undoing. ‘So, let them be jealous. You’re mine.’
She drew in a gasp and closed hereyes, savoring his words.
He reached for her hand and took it in his. ‘You need to stay in bed with me, then you’ll sleep well.’
‘You might be too much of a distraction for me to be able to sleep.’ Bonni lifted a shoulder and gave him a coquettish smile.
‘I’m quite happy to be your favorite distraction. And your wildest fantasy.’ He lowered his head so that he was gazing at her from beneathhis eyebrows. Bonni giggled.
‘PerhapsI need to know some of your fantasies.’ Bonni tipped her head to the side, waiting to see what his response would be.
‘And that, my sexy detective, is just fine with me.’ He gave her a look that made her belly flip over.
‘Remember, though, I’m the one with the cuffs.’ Damn, she didn’t give a shit if she sounded breathless. The idea of having Quinn cuffedto her bed . . . there wasn’t enough oxygen on the planet to refill her lungs after that image.
‘Yes, you are, and I’ll hold you to that.’ He chuckled and checked his watch. ‘We should have dinner later tonight.’
‘My thoughts exactly.’ She hesitated on her next words, but then blurted them out. ‘We don’t have much time left.’
‘No, we don’t. But there is always after Vegas. This doesn’t haveto end here.’ He stroked his thumb across the delicate skin of her wrist and fire raced through her blood.
Memories of last night flooded her, and Bonni drew in a soft breath. Quinn had passed his crash course in getting to know Bonni Connolly’s erogenous zones with flying colors.
‘No, it doesn’t. But you do push me outside my comfort zone.’ She didn’t feel the least bit shy admitting this.
‘That’s a good thing, don’t you think?’ He nodded and gave her a heartfelt look.
Bonni met his gaze. ‘Sometimes. But it can also create a craving in me.’
Quinn laughed softly and pulled her wrist so they were inches apart. ‘I have to agree with you there. You are my craving now.’
‘I think I like the sound of that,’ she whispered. ‘So what time should we do dinner later, then? When will you beall mine, after you’re free from all this?’ She didn’t break her gaze from his.
‘Itdepends how well I do.’ He pressed his lips to her hair.
‘I have confidence in you.’ Bonni clutched his arms.
‘Keep your phone close, I’ll text you. If I’m doing good, it will be later on, between six and seven o’clock. If I do poorly, I’ll be done even earlier.’
‘Okay. Then I’ll bank on seven.’ Bonni gavehim a look that she hoped showed her confidence in him.
