She didn’t want to. Not at all.
“Hey.” He shifted to his side, facing her so he could pull her into his arms. “You should probably jump in the shower.”
He was so thoughtful, taking care of
her. She’d told him last night what time her flight was. He didn’t want her to be late.
Or maybe he wanted to get rid of her…
“I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured against her forehead, kissing her there. “Can’t you stay here one more night? With me? I don’t leave until Monday.”
Okay, so he didn’t want to get rid of her. He was so sweet. So hard to resist. “I wish.” She pulled away slightly so she could look up at him and meet his gaze. “I have to be at work tomorrow.”
Luke frowned, and she reached up, tracing her fingers across his lips. “Call in sick,” he said, delivering a kiss to her fingertip.
“I have a flight I already paid for,” she protested.
“I’ll pay for another one.”
No way could she let him pay for her changing a flight. He’d paid for enough already. “My friends are waiting for me.” The guilt she felt for not hanging out with them stung. They were probably so mad at her. Not that she could blame them. What sort of a friend was she, disappearing so she could spend all of her time with a guy? A guy she would surely never see again in her life.
“Wouldn’t they understand?” He slipped his fingers beneath her chin and kissed her. A soft, lingering meeting of lips again and again, until she felt his tongue delve into her mouth and she opened more for him and just like that, it turned hot. Wet. Deep. Everything within her went liquid, and she rolled with him when he positioned himself flat on his back.
“I don’t know. I feel bad. I need…I need to go home,” she admitted, her voice small, her heart hurting when it had no business doing that. Emotions shouldn’t be allowed in this situation. They had a sinful weekend in Las Vegas together. A story she could tell for years to come, about the time she had lots and lots of sex with a famous football player.
Why did it sound so cheap even in her thoughts, thinking of Luke that way?
His big hands cupped her backside, hauling her in close, his cock hard and heavy between them. Her thighs went weak, and she knew she had to have him. Just one last time, before she had to go and leave him forever. Without saying a word she started kissing his chest, memorizing all of that smooth, hard muscle with her lips. He had the most beautiful body she’d ever seen. His stomach was the stuff of dreams, flat and with an honest-to-God six-pack. He was unreal. The entire weekend with him had been unreal.
Like a fantasy.
“Where you going, baby?” he asked, his voice lazy, his hands tangling in her hair.
She smiled up at him before dropping feather-light kisses along his stomach, not bothering to give him an answer. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what she was about to do.
His cock was thick and so incredibly hard. She gripped him, circling her fingers around the base, her gaze meeting his. Pursing her lips, she dropped a kiss on the head, then another, before taking him fully into her mouth.
“Ah, shit,” he bit out, lifting up on his elbows so he could watch her better. His legs were sprawled wide, and she sat in between them on her knees, her mouth and hand full of cock. She wanted to leave him with something to remember her by, wanted to go out with a big bang.
Literally.
He pushed her hair out of the way so he could watch, and she glanced up, her eyes meeting his intense stare. She couldn’t look away, and she drew him out of her mouth, circling the crown of his cock with her tongue, then drawing him between her lips. Satisfaction rolled through her when she saw the wave of pleasurable agony wash across his face.
“Baby, you need to stop,” he warned, his voice firm, his hands gripping her hair as he lifted his hips, sending him deeper into her mouth.
She didn’t want to stop. She sucked him deeper, as far as she could get, squeezing him around the base before she withdrew him from her mouth. He was gasping, cursing, telling her she should stop, and she just smiled, licking down his length, licking his balls even, something she’d never done before.
There were lots of things she’d never done before—until Luke.
“Holy shit, woman,” he choked out, releasing his hold on her hair so he could grab her by the shoulders and pull her up so she lay on top of him. Before she could utter a word, he kissed her. His tongue hot and insistent in her mouth, thrusting, sparring with her own, and when she finally broke away, she stared at him, breathlessly, her heart racing, her entire body trembling.
“Why did you make me stop?” she asked.
“Because I wasn’t about to come in your mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze roving over her face. “For our last time together…I’d rather come inside you.”
Oh, God. He said it like that, all sweet and meaningful, and she wanted to cry. Which was stupid because there was nothing sweet and meaningful about their weekend. It was hot. Sexy. Adventurous. Wicked. Sinful. All of those words you hear associated with carefree affairs. They were in Sin City, after all.
Luke rolled them both over so he was on top of her, his mouth fused with hers once more, his hands roaming, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her respond. Not that she wasn’t already on the edge. Being around him, hell he could breathe on her and she’d probably combust. She was that aroused by him.