Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

Once we’re shut inside the bathroom together, he lets me slide down his hard body. My nipples ache against the fabric of my bra, wanting out, yearning for his attention. Sin reaches for the hem of my T-shirt, immediately lifting it and drawing it over my head. I lift my arms to help him. It fills me up inside when his dark eyes rake over my body, then he grabs me, planting a hand on my back, and pulls me close so he can kiss my breasts.

I’m already needy and throbbing, desperate for his touch, but I need more than his touch. It feels like I’ve waited for-fucking-ever for this man; I want his dick. I want it inside me. I don’t want to wait another minute.

He knows that, but he makes me wait anyway.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you, pretty girl?” he murmurs.

I feel like I’ve swallowed my heart. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

His grin is wolfish, then he backs me up against the bathroom door and kisses me again. I tangle my fingers in his hair, closing my eyes and hooking a leg around his thigh, trying to pull him closer. I can’t even get him any closer—I’m already plastered to the wall—but I want him closer anyway. He kisses me hard, with brutal lips and a forceful tongue. I can’t get enough. There’s a fire in my heart, in my soul, between my legs—I’m on fire everywhere with want for this man.

After kissing the fuck out of me, he breaks away suddenly and strips off his clothes. I squeeze my thighs together, needing friction, needing him. I want to taste him, so, so badly, but more than that I want to make sure he fucks me this time, so I’m not about to get on my knees.

Well, unless he tells me to. If I’m being honest, he could just look at the ground pointedly and I’d probably drop to my knees, but dammit, I’m trying to hold out.

It gets even harder because he’s even sexy when he undresses. Forget the shower; I want to lick every inch of his incredible body. Right now he’s so much scarier than usual, in the sexy way I like. As he strips off his bloody shirt, he may as well be a conquering soldier stripping off his battle armor. He could be a bawdy Scottish warrior (no doubt there are a few of those somewhere in his bloodline), returning home from battle to slake his lusts inside his ladylove.

I can’t help smirking at my own thoughts. I’m basically his old timey tavern wench in my head right now. I like it a lot. I know what we’re going to be for Halloween this year.

“What?” Sin asks.

I shake my head. “I’m just glad you can’t hear my thoughts. I’m taking nerd to a new level over here, and also objectifying you a lot.”

“Objectify away,” he says, chuckling as he tosses the last of his clothing.

“I know an Anglophile is a person who loves the English, but is there a Scottish equivalent? A Scotophile? Maybe Celtophile? Is that a thing? I think you might have turned me into one.”

“You’re not seriously asking me, right?” he asks.

“I’ll Google it tomorrow,” I assure him.

“You do that.” Nodding at my shorts, he asks, “Why are you still wearing clothes?”

“Oh, great question. I’m such a naughty tavern wench,” I mutter, my fingers deftly pushing the button through the button hole.

He looks a little afraid. “What?”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it now. We’ll revisit come Halloween. You’re gonna like it.”

“You can dress up as a naughty tavern wench for Halloween,” he says. “I have no problem with that.”

I flash him a smile as I step out of my shorts. “You might when you see your corresponding costume.”

“No,” he replies instantly.

“We’ll talk about it later,” I assure him.

“We won’t.”

“I’m going to serve you ale. Or mead? I don’t know much about alcohol. I’ll do some research to make sure I’m historically accurate. I can’t have any, because for the sake of our costumes and the character back stories I’m cooking up, you knocked me up.” I rub my tummy. “Put your wee bairn in my belly.”

“Stop. I’m not going to participate in whatever this is.”

“You don’t even have to wear it outside the house. Just for me,” I promise.

“This isn’t going to happen.”

I nod my head. “It is. It’s okay. Accept it. I’m going to reward you for it. So many rewards. Trust me, you’re going to want to be buried in that costume by the time I’m done with you.”