Submitting in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 3)

She nods her agreement, grabbing her drink and taking a sip as she looks up at me. “What about you? What’s a terrible thing you’ve done? Since I assume your list is longer than mine, we can narrow it down to ‘recently.’”

“Bought you this dress,” I tell her dryly, my gaze drifting to the lace panel that barely conceals her breasts.

Half-laughing, she asks, “How is that terrible? I like this dress.”

I let my hand drift down to finger the lace, watching the way her chest moves as she breathes. “So do I,” I tell her, sliding a wry look her way. “That’s the problem.”

“That does sound like a problem,” she admits, her tone verging on coy.

Since her tone is still permissive, despite her words and the unspoken rules we both know we have to abide by tonight, I let my hand fall to the inside of her bare thigh. She swallows as I drag the tips of my fingers along the sensitive skin. “This smooth skin right here? I want to bite it. I want to leave my mark all over these pretty thighs, Virginia.” Leaning in so I’m closer to her ear, I slide my hand up under her dress.

“Rafe,” she says, keeping her hands to herself, but her tone wary enough that I know she can feel the danger in the air. “This is not a good idea. I think maybe—”

“No,” I interrupt, faintly shaking my head. “No thinking. Just feel.”

“That’s not really how I operate,” she says, reaching down to my hand on her thigh and grabbing it. Trying, anyway. All she succeeds in doing is pushing my palm against her thigh, but I already made it high enough that my fingertips brush her panties. I can feel the heat between her legs, and I’m too damn close to stop now.

“Try it,” I tell her.

“Rafe, I can’t. This isn’t—I have to—I think maybe it’s time to leave.”

“Stop thinking so much,” I advise her. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. Tell me you hate it and I’ll stop.”

Sighing, she tells me, “That’s not fair.”

“It’s the only excuse I’ll accept.”

“Being alone with you when you’re drunk is a bad idea,” she states. “You need your inhibitions. Chasing them away is a mistake.”

“You’ve been around me drunk before.”

“Yes, and you tried to fuck me then, too,” she reminds me.

Grinning, I tell her, “Hey, at least I’m consistent.”

Pushing against my chest, she says, “That’s precisely the problem. I know who you are. I know where this road leads, and I’m not going there. I’ve built my whole life around being a part of yours, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to throw it away for one night of drunken, bad-idea sex.”

“Why do you have to throw anything away? I don’t want to ruin you, I just want to make you come.” My hand easily moves under hers and I slip my hand between her legs, cupping her covered pussy in my palm. Virginia inhales and exhales quickly, her body stiffening as I hold my hand against her. “When’s the last time a man made you come, Virginia?”

I don’t wait for her answer. Sliding my index finger underneath her panties, I graze her entrance. She jumps, one hand flying to my shoulder like she needs to hold on. Her gaze darts around the room. “Rafe, we’re in public.”

“I know. That makes it more fun.”

Her face is flushed. “Oh, my God.”

Since she’s not saying the magic words to stop me, I let my finger broach her entrance. Her fingers dig into my shoulder and her eyes close, but she opens them again immediately, not giving over to her baser impulses. “Rafe…”

“You like saying m

y name, don’t you, sweetheart? Imagine how much you’d like saying it with me inside you.”

Sighing with something close to defeat, she says, “Why? Don’t you know how hard this is without you infesting my head with—?” She gasps as my finger brushes her clit. “I’m a visual thinker,” she tells me, mildly reprimanding even as I finger her. She is fucking adorable.

“Yeah? Then imagine this. First, I keep touching you here in this booth, get you off right here in public with all these oblivious people dancing around us. Orgasm number one.”

“Oh, God,” she mutters hopelessly.

“And you know what? I love the way you feel so much, I’ve got to have a taste,” I tell her, withdrawing my finger from between her legs and holding her gaze.