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“Okay?” I questioned.
She nodded and started to step toward the glass, her hand in mine. Just before we got to the railing, she stopped and looked down.
“Gorgeous,” I laughed, “you’re not supposed to look down.”
She looked up at me. “I wanted to see how far up we were.”
“Well, shit. You’re lucky we aren’t all the way on top yet.”
“I know.” She stepped as close as she could to me, our shoulders pressed together, our hands still clasps and then she took the tiny step forward to the railing.
We were silent again as the wheel took the slow turn. The lights lit up the dark Vegas sky. Each casino could be seen below, and I wanted to point everything out to her, but I kept my mouth shut and let her take everything in. The closer we inched up to the top, the tighter her hand held mine.
I needed to distract her.
I tugged on her hand so she would turn her head to me, and when she did, I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. I wrapped the hand I was holding around my waist and let go so I could reach up and grab her face with both of my hands. Her other arm wrapped around my side as I finally got a taste of my girl.
Everyone in the pod disappeared. It was just her and me. I wanted her to only focus on me, so I stepped closer, pressing her back against the glass. The taste of tequila was faint when I swiped my tongue against her lower lip wanting her to open for me. When she finally granted me access and our tongues collided, there was a little grain of salt left over from her drink and the combination of the two only drove my need to really be with her.
I pushed against her a little harder, causing one of my knees to go between her legs. Our mouths worked together, tasting, sucking and not caring if others were watching. Really I couldn’t give a fuck because this was what I’d been craving for the last two weeks and getting this little taste of her was only going to drive my need for her that much more. I wanted to taste every fucking inch of her.
As I was about to whisper into her ear that I couldn’t wait to get her home to fuck her brains out, she quickly brought her hands up to cover mine that were holding her face and broke the kiss. She pulled her lips away and we kept our foreheads connected. Frustrated, I closed my eyes panting and said the only fucking thing my brain could luster up.
“Andi…”
Chapter Thirteen
Andi
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would know what it was like to datetwoguys at once. Theoretically, I wasn’t. I was only dating Paul. But I was also dating other men.
I was only dating Paul for real.
Holy shit, I wasonlydating Paul!
When I accepted the assignment to come to Vegas, I never thought that I’d start dating someone. Dating was not on my radar.
Even though I stopped our kiss the night on the High Roller, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to keep going; it was because I was in my head. That was what I did when it came to all guys I tried to date. It was my curse. My mother, Tony, and Marco had cursed me the night of my seventeenth birthday. I wanted to be normal, to forget about how they ruined me, but no matter what I did, I was reliving that night.
The situation was weird, though. Paul and I lived together so we saw each other all the time. It was as if our relationship was progressing faster than normal and I couldn’t have that. I was freaking out.Literally freaking the fuck out.I hadn’t had sex in twelve years and he’d had sex yesterday—okay not yesterday, but close enough. How was I going to dodge that bullet and still live with him while I did my investigation? Did I want to dodge that bullet? What if I told Paul the truth?
This wasn’t part of the plan.
Paul wasn’t part of the plan.
It had been a few days since our date and things were good—really good. I knew sex was coming.
Thesex was coming.
Rolling out of bed, I tossed my hair into a messy bun and went to the kitchen for coffee. Paul was shirtless like always, and I bit my lower lip to hide my smile as he turned. I wanted to smile, but it would only feed his ego and we had our little banter I’d grown accustomed to.
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me to him before I reached the coffeemaker. “Don’t think I didn’t see that, gorgeous.”
“See what?” I peered into his chestnut colored eyes.
“I know you’re hot for my body.” He nipped at my ear and it sent a tingle down my belly. I stifled a moan.
Yeah, I was hot for his body.
