Wild Nights (Vegas Nights 3)

Yes, yes, yes! Please yes!

The words ran through her brain, but she still couldn’t speak. All she could do was hang on and breathe while he did all the dirty work. And it was so dirty in the best possible way. The naughty words he said, his loud breathing, the way he touched her like he was already familiar with her body and what she liked best. He crooked a finger deep inside her, touching some unfamiliar spot that had her eyes flying open and her fingers tugging on his hair perhaps a little bit too tight.

But he never protested. Just lifted his head, his glittering gaze meeting hers, his mouth firmed into a straight, determined line as he worked his fingers between her legs, pinching her clit before circling it again and again.

Again and again.

Until she was coming with Noah’s name falling from her lips, her mouth hanging open, her hips thrusting against his hand like she was some sort of wanton girl begging for him to fuck her all night long.

Oh God, she really hoped he wanted to fuck her all night long.

Noah leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the door with a loud thunk, his hand still cupping Natalie’s throbbing pussy. He was trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart, get himself under control.

He’d just gotten her off. That was it. No big deal, right? Yet it had been amazing, watching her fall apart, knowing he was the one who did that to her. He’d nearly exploded in his jeans when he touched her clit just right and she ended up coming all over his fingers. Talk about hot. She responded to him as if she’d been made just for his pleasure.

She was breathing hard too. They were both fully clothed and he’d just given her an orgasm and holy hell, his cock was as hard as a fucking rock and dying to get inside that tight pussy of hers. But he couldn’t fuck her here against a door. He needed to get her in the bed, stat. Tear off that sexy little dress and see exactly what she was hiding beneath there. Fuck her hard and then maybe tie her up, leave her bound so he could have his way with her for the rest of the night and all she could do was lie there and take it.

All of his baser instincts were coming out in full force tonight. All over a little sprite of a girl who tasted and felt like heaven.

Without a word he gathered her up close and carried her back into the bedroom. She never protested, her body melting against his, her head resting on his shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. The total trust he felt her give to him was downright awe-inspiring.

And eye-opening. Oh, and fucking terrifying. What in the ever loving fuck was he doing, messing around with a girl like Natalie? A girl who was close enough to being a virgin she may as well be one. One real sexual experience for her, and that was it. It blew his mind. How old was she? Twenty-four, twenty-five? He couldn’t believe she’d confessed that to him. He couldn’t believe he still went ahead and started fucking her with his fingers like some sort of fiend.

He was a fiend. A man who wanted this particular woman and wasn’t ashamed of doing whatever it took to make her his. At least for tonight.

They entered the bedroom and he dropped her onto the mattress, smiling when he saw the way she bounced. She glared up at him, smoothing her hair away from her face, trying to give it some semblance of order. But she was deliciously mussed. Her hair a bit of a wreck, her eyeliner and mascara smudged. He’d kissed his way down her chest, and now the neckline of her dress was skewed to the left and wrinkled.

Natalie looked like she’d been manhandled. And she had.

By him.

“You’re staring,” she whispered from where she was perched on the bed, her legs curled under her, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked all calm and proper, but he’d bet every bit of the money she won earlier that beneath the skirt, her pussy was throbbing and soaked.

Just for him.

“Because I like what I see.” He flicked his chin at her, needing her to get down to business. “Undo the top of your dress, sweetheart. I want to look at every inch of you.”

Hesitantly she reached around her neck with both hands, working the hook he knew was keeping her top in place. It sprang free with ease and she pulled her hands away, letting the fabric drop naturally, exposing her chest to his gaze for the first time.

Her breasts were small and tipped with perfect, rose-colored nipples. They were hard as tiny diamonds, the tips tempting him to lean in and suck one into his mouth. But he just stood there like a dumbass, unable to think of anything to say beyond a classless nice tits.

He figured she wouldn’t much appreciate that.

“Take the dress off, Nat,” he commanded. Just staring at her chest wasn’t going to cut it. He wanted her naked. Every last bit of her clothing off so all that was left was...her.

She rose to her knees on the mattress and grabbed the skirt of her dress, pulling it up and over her body until she was tugging it over her head and tossing the midnight blue fabric onto the floor. Everything within him stilled, including his breath, as he drank her in. On her knees in the middle of the bed and only wearing a tiny scrap of black fabric that barely covered her pussy, she was gorgeous. He knew her ass had to be on display with that skimpy thong she was wearing, and he walked around the bed, checking out the back view.

It was almost as good as the front. She had a cute little butt, firm and round and tiny. She glanced at him over her shoulder, scowling when she caught him checking out her ass. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I told you I wanted to see every inch of you.” He waved a hand at her. “Take off the panties, Nat.”

Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she rested her hands on her hips, curled her fingers around the thin waistband of her thong and slowly started pulling them down. Noah moved so he was standing in front of her once more, his gaze locked on the prize she was about to reveal.

But then it got a little complicated, what with the way she was positioned on the bed. The panties became tangled around her knees and she nearly pitched herself forward, reaching out a hand and bracing herself on the bed before she fell into it face first. She rolled over onto her back and started to laugh, the panties still hanging around her knees, her skin flushed and beautiful.

Without thought he undid the buttons on his vest and shook it off, dropping it onto the floor. He thought about taking off his jeans but decided against it, not wanting to get immediately naked. His cock would have a mind of its own and next thing he’d know, it would end up deep inside Natalie. And he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savor the moment.

Savor her.