Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

He totally would.

“You’re crazy,” I tell him. “You haven’t even fucked me yet.”

“Then call me honorable,” he says dryly. “I’m protecting my virtue here.”

“Yeah, right. Your nickname is Sin. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your virtue is long gone.”

“I already told you once I fuck you, I’ll never let anyone else touch you. Really, you’re agreeing to forever the minute you open your legs for me.”

I shake my head at him as he reaches for my hips and turns me around, then pulls me flush against him. “You’re such a brute,” I inform him.

“An oppressive caveman, yes, I remember,” he says, kissing the damp skin along the curve of my neck.

“I am a woman of logic and science,” I inform him. “People can’t just get married this fast.”

“Says who?” he asks.

“Says logic,” I reply dryly.

“Fuck that. I want to make you mine forever. What’s so illogical about that?”

I reach back and caress his neck as he kisses mine. “You can have me forever. Doesn’t mean we have to do the paperwork yet.”

“If it’s just paperwork, let’s get it out of the way,” he counters.

I can’t help grinning. “You’re so persistent.”

“I persuade people to give me what I want for a living. Just relent now and save us both some time.”

“Not anymore,” I tell him, turning back to face him, running my hands down his chest. “You promoted yourself, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” He cracks a smile. “I forgot for a minute. It’ll take a little getting used to.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his jaw. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, running his hand up my back and sending a delightful shiver through my body.

“Mm hmm. Did you change your plan to accommodate me when I told you I was sad?”

“I’ll never tell,” he informs me.

I grin, taking that as verification, then bury my face in his shoulder and lightly biting him the way he bites me.

He growls, fisting a hand in my hair and yanking my head back. He follows up with a tender assault, scraping his teeth down the side of my neck and backing me up against the tiled wall. I brace my hands against the cool wall and wait for more, but once he gets me there, he backs away, lifting a dark eyebrow and pointing at me.

“You stay put and stop distracting me. Let me finish getting clean so I can take you the bedroom.”

“Mm, yes, sir,” I tease.

44

Laurel

I’ve never been so happy to see a bed in my life.

On one hand, I want to let Sin kiss me and do his standing-up sexiness like he did before, but I am also so fucking excited to be back in this bed, as soon as I see it, I can’t help running over and jumping on it, rolling around in the blankets and just sighing with pure happiness.

Sin appears to be amused as he discards his towel in the laundry basket and comes over to climb on the bed with me. “You really like my bed, huh?”