Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

“Trust me, I would like that better, too,” he assures me. “It’s just one more night.”

The day slips away faster than I want it to. Sin and I spend most of the time in bed talking and cuddling. He drifts off at one point and I let him sleep, figuring he probably needs it. I’m content to lie in his arms, listening to the beat of his heart, the steady sound of his breathing.

He hasn’t told me what the plan is, but it’s impossible not to worry about it. Before, he said we couldn’t be together, and now he says we will be starting tomorrow, so what changed?

I know there is probably nothing I can do about it and worrying won’t help, so I try not to. I think about the nights I stayed here with him before and look forward to the nights we’ll have after tomorrow. It’s crazy that we have spent so few nights together. I’ve spent many more nights with guys I liked much less, but Sin is in a class of his own. I’ve never known anyone like him in all my life, and I know I never will again. He’s one of a kind.

I don’t know what my sister is going to say about this though. Actually, I think I do, and that’s the problem. When I tell her I?

??m going to move to Las Vegas to be with a man she has never even heard of—and no, not because he knocked me up, he works for the guy who knocked me up—she is going to have a freaking heart attack.

Maybe I should take a picture of Sin’s super sexy body to show her and help her understand. She’s always joking that Vince gets away with more because of his six-pack, and Sin is way hotter than Vince. Or, I guess I should think that, given Vince is my brother-in-law.

But also, no, he just really is. No one is hotter than Sin. I know I’m biased, but I’m also pretty confident in this assertion.

Once I show her all he’s got going on, I can add in the stuff that matters—when Rafe failed to impress, Sin stepped up and wanted to parent this baby with me, even though it’s not his responsibility. He’s so protective of me that he would literally kill anyone who tried to hurt me. Hell, I can even sell him as a gentleman, since we haven’t had sex yet. He’s waiting for me—even though I definitely don’t want to wait. I won’t tell her that, because then she’ll get all suspicious about his issues, and those are none of her business.

I will definitely leave out the fine details of that situation, but a widower who lost his family? She should feel softer toward him after hearing that.

Yeah, I can totally make her like Sin. Hopefully they don’t discuss any of the many things she would hate about him. Maybe I can prepare him before her visit. Then again, what can I say? Don’t be yourself? Can’t ask that. I doubt he would, anyway. He may protect me, but he’s no pussycat; he’s going to do whatever he damn well pleases. My sexy, stubborn caveman. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him. Maybe I can introduce Carly from a distance and just have her wave at him, then hurry her out to go baby shopping.

I don’t want her to be disappointed or think I’ve lost my mind again. I don’t want her to think this is anything like that weekend with Rafe, because it’s not. It’s so much more than that, but I’m not sure she’ll see it that way.

I run my hand along the V-shaped pelvic muscle on Sin’s body that makes me forget all about the practical problems we may have. Looking at it now, I’m tempted to lick it. I don’t want to wake him up, otherwise I would.

Then again… I grab my phone, checking the time. It is approaching dinner time. He’s probably going to need to feed me soon. Maybe I could wake him up. It’s not like he’s bound to complain when he wakes up to my mouth hovering over his pelvic region. I’m no tease; he knows I’ll happily follow through.

Yep, it’s decided. I crawl down the bed, pulling my hair over my shoulder and dropping a soft kiss at the top of his V, then trailing kisses all the way down to his cock. I move across and run my tongue along the other side of his V, and when I make my way back down, his cock is hardening.

I bite back a grin, peeking up at him. Sure enough, he’s looking down at me with sleepy, hooded eyes. “That’s one way to get me up,” he murmurs.

“I look forward to discovering all the others,” I tell him.

“If this your method of figuring them all out, I approve of this plan.”

“You know something?” I ask, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it. “If you wanted to fuck me a day early, I wouldn’t object. It could be our little secret.”

“Tomorrow,” he tells me.

“Why not today?” I ask, before bending my head to lick the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. “You know I’ll happily suck you, but I desperately want you inside me.”

Reaching down and grabbing me, he tugs me up his body and settles me against his chest. “I said tomorrow. My terms, not yours, remember?”

“This seems unfair. I object. I’m going to collect signatures and file a petition.”

Smiling faintly, he tells me, “By the time you do all that, it’ll be well past tomorrow. You’ll be so busy getting your signatures, you won’t even have time to get fucked.”

Nodding once in consideration, I admit, “It wasn’t a well thought out plan.” Then, because I’m honestly baffled, I ask, “Why am I more impatient about this than you are?”

“Because I know something you don’t,” he tells me.

Cocking an eyebrow, I say, “Go on.”

His fingers tenderly trace the curve of my face, somewhat negating the brutishness of his next words. “Once you open those pretty little legs and let me fuck you, I’m the last man that ever will. I’ll literally kill any bastard who thinks he can touch you once you’re mine.”

“Ever, huh?” I ask, casually. “That’s kind of a long time.”

“A very long time.”