Reckless Nights (Vegas Nights 1)

It sucked.

When she didn’t answer him, he frowned, and she wondered if he could sense her discomfort. Lord knew she was being sort of weird at the moment, but she had no clue how to handle a situation like this. She felt awkward. Stay for breakfast and leave afterward? Throw off her robe and let him get a good look at her naked…possibly entice him to indulge in some more sexy times before breakfast arrived?

God, sexy times? She wanted to groan at herself but kept it in check.

“You okay?” He approached her, his hands going to her waist and grabbing on to nothing but fabric. “You seem out of sorts.”

She shrugged. “I feel out of sorts. I’m, um…not used to this.”

“Used to what?” His hands went to the front of her robe, toying with the ends of the fabric belt.

“The morning after an amazing night of sex with a virtual stranger?” she blurted out, closing her eyes the moment the words fell from her lips. Could she sound any dumber? “Uh, you know what I mean,” she said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her forehead bumping into the solid wall of Declan’s chest.

“Hey.” He slipped his hand around her nape and gave her squeeze. “There’s no reason for you to feel uncomfortable.”

“There isn’t?” His touch felt so good. He was massaging her neck, easing the tension there and she wanted to melt into him.

“I like having you here.” He kissed her forehead, his touch tender. “I liked waking up to you in my bed.”

She absorbed his words, let them sink in fully, but her brain wasn’t quite processing them. No way could he mean what she thought he meant? She must be reading way too much into this.

“It may have been only one night, but it feels…” His voice trailed off, and she lifted her head, his hand still around her nape as she stared up at him.

“It feels like what?” she asked, her mouth dry, her mind scrambling. She was both eager and scared to hear his answer.

But he didn’t answer. It was as if he realized he said too much, so she didn’t push. She didn’t want to for fear he’d say something he could never take back.

He remained quiet, his hand deftly untying the knot of her belt. The robe broke open, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze, and he stared at her, his lips parted, his breathing accelerating. Releasing his grip on her neck, he fell to his knees, his face directly in front of her sex, his warm breath feathering across her sensitive skin, and she shivered, nervous he might touch her there, where she was still so sore.

More nervous that he wouldn’t touch her there and leave her alone and disappointed.

Declan didn’t disappoint. Relief flooded her when he touched her reverently, his index finger drawing a delicate path in her pubic hair until he was teasing at the seam between her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and dark and full of promise. She did as he demanded, no questions asked, and when he pressed his face into her sex, she squealed in both surprise and delight.

His tongue flickered out, licking her, searching her already drenched folds, and she gripped a hold of his head. Closing her eyes, she curled her fingers into his thick hair as she tried her best to keep standing. A moan escaped her when he murmured unintelligible words against her hot flesh, his tongue working her into a frenzy. And when he added his finger into the mix, her legs shook, her belly clenched, and she knew, she just knew, she was going to come at any second.

“Room service!”

The rapid knock that followed the announcement from behind the door rendered them both still and her eyes flew open at the same exact moment his gaze met hers from where he knelt between her legs.

Slowly he pulled his mouth away from her, his finger still embedded inside her body. “You want to come now or later?” he asked.

What a question. “Both?” she answered hopefully.

Chuckling, he returned his attention to her sex, his tongue flicking her clit again and again, two fingers buried inside her body. The knock came again, even more rapidly this time, and she whimpered as heat flooded her body, the orgasm knocking the very breath from her as she ground her sex against Declan’s face. He gripped her hip with his other hand, holding her in place as she sobbed through her orgasm, not bothering to be quiet for the sake of the hotel employee on the other side of t

he door, waiting patiently.

Whoops.

Declan pulled away from her, his lips shiny from her juices, a giant smile on his face. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before he stood, dropped a sweet kiss to her lips and started for the door.

“I’ll go get breakfast,” he called from over his shoulder.

She watched him go, her gaze locked on his perfect ass as it moved beneath those perfect sweatpants. Good Lord, he was hot. And lethal, like a dangerous weapon to her senses. He made her come with his mouth and fingers all in the space of, what? Two minutes? And all she’d been doing since last night was coming. Again and again.

Could a person come too much? Could you die from too many orgasms? If that was true, what a way to go.