Wild Nights (Vegas Nights 3)

Damn it, he was close. Too close. He needed to think about icy cold showers and geometry. Or worse, remember his geometry teacher, who’d been an ugly old hag who hated him and tried her best to fail him his entire junior year in high school. Yeah, did she know what he was up to now? Surely she’d be shocked. She’d told him more than once he wouldn’t amount to anything. And look at him—rich and famous beyond his wildest dreams.

Yep, thinking about geometry zapped all that pent up urgency right out of him.

Noah repositioned himself in front of Natalie, noting how she watched his every movement beneath her heavy lids, her fingers still moving lazily in between her thighs. She spread her legs even further and he bent over her, his hands braced on the mattress and resting on either side of her head, his face in hers, his cock poised and ready at her entrance. Her hand fell away from her pussy and he reached for her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth so he could suck her fingers between his lips.

“Hmm, delicious,” he murmured, loving the heat that filled her gaze as he continued to suck and lick her fingers.

“You’re dirty,” she whispered, trying to get out of his hold, but he wouldn’t release her.

“I thought you’d already realized that.” He sucked her index finger inside his mouth slowly, swirling his tongue around it before he released his hold on her wrist. She withdrew her finger from his lips, her hand going to his neck, and she caressed him there, her faint touch sending goose bumps scattering all of his skin.

Without warning he slowly slid inside of her, his eyes falling closed at the first sensation of her wet and warm pussy closing around him. God, she was small. And tight. So fucking tight. All that urgent need returned, even stronger, barreling straight through him and just like that, he was ready to fuck her hard and come within a few thrusts.

Terrible. Inconsiderate. He needed to take it slow. Make it good for her. Yeah, he’d given her two orgasms, but she deserved at least one more. Maybe two.

He’d do whatever it took to make her feel good.

Natalie whispered his name as her legs came around his hips and she anchored her body to his. Sweat broke out all over him and he clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, told himself to get his shit under control.

But it was no use. She undulated beneath him, moving her hips in this sensual rhythm as he withdrew from her and then plunged back in. That familiar sensation started at the base of his spine, telling him he was about to blow at any moment, and he felt like an asshole. A selfish, prick of an assh

ole who couldn’t give this girl even ten minutes of his time inside her body before he was ready to come.

“I’m not gonna last,” he whispered harshly as he started to move faster.

Her hands dropped to his ass and pulled him in closer, sending him deeper. They both groaned at the sensation. “I don’t care. Keep fucking me, Noah. Please.”

Her use of the word “fucking” sent him right over the edge. He fucked her just like she asked, his hips slamming against hers, his cock going so deep she cried out at the very moment the orgasm took over him. Her name fell from his lips as he shuddered and shook above her, and she clung to him, her lips racing all over his chest, her hands still gripping his ass, her legs tight around his hips. She was surrounding him, consuming him, and fuck, he never wanted it to end.

Chapter Eight

“I’m so tired,” Natalie murmured as she leaned against Noah’s side. He was so solid and warm, and when he slipped his arm around her shoulders and held her even closer, she knew she’d never felt so safe before. That nothing had ever felt so incredibly right.

Ridiculous—she knew this. They were walking down the Vegas strip, checking out the casinos and the various entertainment that hung around outside. Street performers, showgirls handing out flyers, a man with a trick dog who could balance an apple on its head and walk for blocks. Weird stuff.

Fun stuff too. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Staring at people on the street, so many of them desperate to entertain them. Not that anyone recognized Noah today since he was incognito.

And so was she, not that anyone knew or cared who she was. He’d ordered the hotel to bring her a new set of clothes—expensive jeans and a cute black top that skimmed her curves and made her boobs look great, plus a pair of skimpy black lace panties and a matching bra. She felt like a new woman, completely different from her usual, scrubs-garbed self, and she loved it.

Late Saturday afternoon and she’d totally blown off her friends—granted, they blew her off too, but she had some minor guilt she was still dealing with—and she was spending time with a man she was growing to like more and more.

Again, ridiculous, because what they shared was fleeting and temporary, and they would be separated as of tomorrow morning when she hopped a plane back home.

“You’re tired? But you said you wanted to check out Vegas,” Noah said, pressing his lips to her forehead. “So I’m giving you a tour.”

Last night all she’d wanted to do was see what the city had to offer her. She wanted to explore and gamble and shop and eat. But now she could give a crap about Vegas. All she wanted to do was go back to bed. With Noah. The both of them preferably naked and wrapped around each other.

“I seriously need a nap.” Which was sort of a lie. Yes, she’d like a nap, but she’d rather have sex with Noah instead.

He grinned, the gleam in his eyes wicked. She wondered if he could read her mind. Probably. “I kept you up too late last night.”

And this morning. Straight through till lunch, they’d had sex countless times. She’d enjoyed every single minute of it too. Her body was sore, her muscles loose and relaxed, though between her legs she was tender. She’d never had so much sex in her life. They’d done it all sorts of ways, in all sorts of places. In the shower. On the floor. Against the wall. Of course, the good old standby—the bed. They’d fucked there endlessly.

He taught her how he liked a blowjob—slow and a little sloppy and with lots of tongue. She taught him what she liked when he went down on her—two fingers inside her while he sucked and licked her clit. They were both learning something. It was like a weekend of sex education.

“Let’s get a taxi and go back to the hotel,” she suggested, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk so she could look up at him.

Noah had no choice but to stop with her. “Are you serious? I thought you wanted the full Vegas experience. That’s what I’m trying to give you.”