Reckless Nights (Vegas Nights 1)

Declan slowly shook his head, his gaze locked on her hands, still covering her breasts. “No. Hell no. Drop your hands, Reagan. Let me look at you.”

Chapter Four

Reagan’s hands fell and let him look his fill, just as he demanded. Declan didn’t know what to check out first. Her full breasts, topped with perfect rosy nipples? The gentle curve of her waist, or the womanly flare of her hips? Or even better, the smooth slope of her stomach? Those long, pretty legs and what lay nestled between them…damn, those white lacy panties that hid her mysterious pink depths.

Yeah, it was all good. All. Fucking. Good.

His thoughts had turned almost poetic, which was not normal. When he was with a woman, all he could think about was getting her naked. Getting himself naked. Then getting inside her as fast as possible so both of them could find their satisfaction. He was all about pleasuring a woman, but ultimately, his orgasm was the most important mission. More than once he’d been told, especially in his drunk and drugged days, that he was a selfish lover.

Never had he denied it.

Now, all he could think about was lingering over every inch of Reagan’s skin. Discover where she was ticklish, what particular spot made her shiver, which spot made her moan. She was like a treasure he just found and was dying to explore further.

But she was looking at him like she was worried. Her eyes were dim and she gnawed on her lower lip, like she was afraid he didn’t approve of what he saw. Her hands automatically went back to her breasts and he wanted to scream in protest.

Disappointed? Not even close. That was the absolute farthest thing from the truth.

“Drop them, Reagan,” he said, his voice low and measured. He was barely holding on to his control. He didn’t want to scare her. “Please.”

Slowly, she let her hands fall again until her arms hung slack at her sides. She lifted her chin, her long, dark hair spilling down her naked back, a few strands tickling across her breasts. She looked like his every naked princess fantasy come to life.

Not that he fantasized about naked princesses per se, but…yeah. She had a regal, pristine look to her that was driving him wild. A look-but-don’t-touch aura that made him want to do nothing but touch.

And touch and touch again.

He approached her, his hands going to her waist and giving her a good squeeze as he pulled her into him. She gasped, her arms going around his neck, and then their mouths fused together, tongues dancing as he walked her backward toward the bed. Turning, he yanked her down along with him, taking the brunt of the fall onto the mattress, a pile of quivering, warm, sexy woman collapsing on top of him.

Never did their lips part. The kiss continued, his hands wandering, sliding all over her curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He rolled her over so she was on her back and he moved down the length of her, racing his mouth over her skin, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other, licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned her encouragement, unintelligible whispers falling from her lips, as if she’d lost all rational thought.

Damn, he loved it. He was driving her wild. Her reaction was making him wild too. Deftly he peeled her panties past her hips, down her legs, until he was flinging them onto the floor. He had her naked and sprawled beneath him, and he let his gaze rove over her, taking her in, unable to help but stare at the exposed flesh between her legs.

“Pretty,” he murmured as he reached out and drew his index finger along her folds. She shuddered, her legs clamping shut around his hand, but he pushed her thighs back open, needing the visual. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Declan,” she murmured, her eyes sliding shut, her back bowing when he slipped his finger deep inside her body. “Feels so good.”

“You need me to make you come, baby?” he asked, adding another finger to the first. She was so wet and as hot as a furnace, her inner walls clinging to his fingers. Her entire body was tense—he could tell her orgasm was just in the distance and he increased his pace, wanting to see her fall apart.

Needing to see her come undone. Just for him.

Reagan nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip, a whimper as her answer. Shifting upward, he pressed his thumb against her clit as he took her mouth in a languid, tongue-thrusting kiss, his fingers working deep, his thumb making frantic circles. His cock was hard as a rock; all he wanted was to sink deep inside her body, but not yet.

Not yet. This moment was all about her.

The orgasm came over her in a rush, his name falling from her lips as the climax shuddered through her body. She clenched around his fingers, her mouth falling away from his as she panted oh God again and again.

All he could do was watch and coax her down, his touch gentling as he offered her tender kisses. She was a sweaty, shaky mess, her breaths coming in harsh little pants. He’d never seen a woman look so beautiful.

The throb of satisfaction that moved through him…he was the one responsible for the blissed-out expression on her face? He couldn’t begin to explain it.

And he still had his fucking underwear on.

Pulling away from her, he shucked the offending boxer briefs off and moved over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a couple of condoms from the box he’d put inside. He turned to find her still lying where he left her, sprawled in the middle of his bed, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile curling her lips.

“You’re staring,” she said when he didn’t so much as move.

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

She cracked one open. “I could feel you watching me.”