Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I wrap my arms around him and attack his face. Maybe he won’t kiss me, but goddammit, I will kiss him. Out of respect for whatever issues he has, I don’t kiss him directly on the mouth, but I kiss him everywhere else. I hold him close, let my eyes drift shut, and kiss his scruff-covered jaw. I want his lips so damn bad, but when I get close, I lower myself slightly, kissing his chin, then along his other jaw.

I feel his fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks my head back against the door. I try to pull forward, but he holds me in place, so I stare at him, breathing hard.

He stares back, his face inscrutable. Then he leans in, and finally his lips brush mine. My heart nearly gives out, just at the gesture. I could weep, I’m so happy. My arms tighten around him, my fingers digging into his muscular back. It’s such a sweet kiss, so slow, almost tentative. Like it’s been so long, he wants to savor this one. He can savor it forever. I’ll stay against this door with my pounding heart in his scarred hands for as long as he wants to kiss me. I’ll stay here forever, if I’m that lucky.

After a few soft tastes of my lips, he unclenches his fist and cups my head in his hand instead. His lips continue their tender exploration of mine, but his tongue darts out, wanting more. I open eagerly, grasping his muscular shoulders, sensing I’ll need to hold onto something. Touching him backfires, making me drunker. The hard, hot feel of him causes lust to twist in my gut, and in a perfectly timed assault, his tongue sweeps mine and I can’t breathe any longer. I don’t know how I’m still standing, because my legs feel like they’re made of jelly. I’ve never felt this incapacitated by a kiss before, but Sin doesn’t just kiss me—he moves into my mouth. It’s his now, just like my pussy. He doesn’t even have to verbalize it for me to know. I’m not sure I’ll possess any part of myself when he’s done with me, but that’s all right. More than all right. I feel high on his kisses, breathless with every taste he takes. Even while he’s kissing me, he tastes me, like I’m the sweetest flavor he has ever encountered.

As good as he was with his mouth between my legs, I really should have known he would be an amazing kisser.

I grab onto the door handle for purchase, my vision wobbly. I literally feel dizzy from the explosion of pleasure just being kissed by him triggered inside me. It occurs to me in this moment I am not ready to be fucked by him, no matter how much I want him inside me. He’s too much of everything. I don’t know how I’ll take it all.

Breaking away from my mouth, he yanks down my shorts, then my panties, pushing all my clothes off like a man possessed. Now that he’s had a taste, he’s unleashing a new level on me. He can’t get me naked fast enough, then he’s pulling me against his hard body, claiming my mouth again. There’s nothing tentative in his kiss now—it’s hard and hot and fast, and it leaves me just as dizzy.

He releases me just long enough to get out of his pants, and I brace my weight on the wall, trying to give my equilibrium a chance to catch up. I get distracted by the sight of his ass. My heart aches, recalling lying in his bed and seeing that perfect ass. I want more nights like that. Will he take me back to Rafe’s after this, or can I be done with all that? In this bathroom, it feels like no time has passed, like I didn’t go back to Rafe, like I’ve always been right here, since the first night he cuffed me to his bed.

Sin doesn’t give me time to worry about the reality that comes after all this. He bends and turns the faucet on, moving his hand under the explosion of water to check the temperature. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls the silver valve on top of the faucet to turn on the shower.

A peculiar wave of nerves hits me, followed by excitement.

When Sin turns back to me, he must see it on my face. “What?” he asks.

“I’ve never taken a shower with a guy befor

e.”

Making a dismissive noise, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “You’re never gonna. Right now you’ll take one with a man, though.”

“Mm,” I murmur, pecking him on the lips again. “I’m so happy.”

I start as he smacks me hard on the ass, a little jolt of arousal shooting through me. “In the shower,” he commands.

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, lifting my leg and stepping over the side of the tub and under the spray.

Sin follows me in, pulling the curtain shut behind him. I love how little space there is—it forces closeness. Sin takes up quite a bit of space on his own, but I’m in here, too. I’m a little dazed by how incredibly hot he looks at soon as the water hits him. I get short of breath, recalling that first night I saw him naked, standing bedside with wet hair. Holy Christ, he is a beautiful man. I want to worship at his altar. I want to kneel and kiss every hard inch of his body.

Before I can, he catches me around the waist with one arm and cradles my head with the other, pulling me into the most intimate embrace ever and kissing me. It’s not a demanding kiss, but it melts me. The way he holds me, I’ve never felt so cherished in my life. I’d give him anything he asked for right now. My heart? It’s yours. Need a kidney?

If I’ve ever doubted my connection to him, if I ever doubt it again, I will only ever need to recall this memory right here and all those doubts will be flushed away. It doesn’t matter what he does. It doesn’t matter who gets hurt. This man is mine, and I am his, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I feel the jut of his cock against my belly, and though I want him to take my mouth again, right now I’m wondering if I should just go all in and beg him to fuck me. I’ve never felt so close to him, and I want to know how I could possibly feel closer.

Reaching down, I grasp him in my hand and begin stroking him. He growls against my mouth and that light-headed feeling hits me again, then intensifies as he backs me up, slamming me against the tile wall. Excitement courses through my body and I feel myself sinking down the wall. I look up at him, feeling more and more intoxicated by the hard look in his eyes as I lower myself. His dark eyes are laser-focused on me, so intense.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I look up at him, finally on my knees. I break eye contact to lean forward, kissing the length of his dick as I stroke it. I’m so in love with every inch of him. I want to savor every moment, every taste, but I also want to swallow him whole. Lust twists me up, but I try to pace myself, running my tongue along his length the way I know he likes. When I finally take the tip into my mouth and suck on it, it feels like a decadent dessert I’ve been waiting for half my life. I know I just tasted him yesterday, but I’m so desperate for him, it seems like it’s been decades.

As I lavish attention on his dick with my mouth and my hand, I steal a peek up at him. Pleasure swirls through me at the sight of his head thrown back, his eyes closed. The evidence of his pleasure makes me hungrier for him and I lean forward, taking him deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, fisting his hand in my wet hair and pulling my mouth back and forth over his cock. I anchor a hand on his hip and let him use my mouth, let him guide me to do just what he wants. Desire rests heavily in my gut, need growing with every forceful thrust of his dick into my mouth.

He lets up so I can take a few deep breaths, and I look up at him, heat coursing through my whole body when his gaze meets mine.

I can scarcely breathe, but it’s more from need than his rigorous use of my mouth. “Please fuck me,” I beg him, holding his gaze. “Please.”

He reaches down to caress my face reassuringly, but the first glimpse of something guarded flits across his features. “Not yet,” he tells me.

Then, before I can ask again, he backs up, pulls back a small corner of the shower curtain, and grabs something.

When he comes back, he has black cuffs. Not the same ones from the bedroom, different cuffs, but I know the drill. Anticipation fills me as he moves me back against the wall and secures each of my wrists in the flexible cuffs, then latches them to the bar installed on the wall. He gives them a tug to make sure they’re secure, then looks down at me, smug satisfaction crossing his features.