Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“I bet I can improve your outlook on mornings without making a single cup of coffee.” He flashed me a smug grin.

“Oh yeah, how?”

His answer was to lower his head and claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I didn't give any thought to the fact that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet this morning while his tongue swept inside my mouth to tangle with mine. His kisses were just too good for my brain to do anything but enjoy them.

My arms twined around his neck, and he had just lowered his body over mine when I heard the chime of a text message coming from my phone.

“There it goes again,” he grumbled, lifting up to glare in the direction of my phone.

“You wouldn't have even woken me up yet if it hadn’t been for that sound,” I reminded him, no longer irritated about my early morning. I had a feeling his kisses were going to be more addicting than coffee, which was saying a lot, considering I didn’t go a single day without drinking at least a cup or two.

“I didn't like it then, and I’m even less of a fan when it interrupts me while I’m in the middle of kissing you.” The hint of a pout on his sexy lips was adorable.

He rolled off the mattress and padded across the room to grab my cell phone off his dresser. Then he came back over to the bed and handed it to me. Glancing down at the screen, I saw that I had about eleventy billion missed messages from my sisters…and a few from my brother, too.

“Well, it looks like my sisters couldn't keep their fat mouths shut,” I grumbled.

“What do you mean?” Will asked.

I opened the text app and scrolled through the conversation thread with Knox. After reading through the messages my brother had sent last night, I turned the screen so Will could see it. “Knox has already heard about our dinner date last night.”

Will barely looked at the messages from my brother before he flashed me a wide grin. “You can't go blaming your sisters when you don't know if they're the ones who told him about our date last night.” His eyes twinkled as he put major emphasis on the word date.

“Who else could it have been other than my nosy sisters?” I asked.

“Maybe it was one of their husbands, or even Becket since we had dinner in his restaurant,” Will suggested.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop being logical first thing in the morning.”

“How about I make you a cup of coffee while you read through the rest of your messages to make sure nothing is on fire. Then we'll figure out what time we're heading back to the Strip.”

“Multiple orgasms at night and kisses and coffee in the morning?” I grinned at him. “You better be careful, or else you're going to spoil me.”

“Get used to it,” he warned. “Because it's no less than what you deserve from your man.”

“My man,” I echoed, my smile growing so wide my cheeks hurt a little. “Is that what you are?”

He glided his palm down my arm, tugging the sheet down my hip to trace over the faint bruises he’d left behind last night. “Damn straight it is,” he confirmed. “If you're my woman—and that's exactly what you are after letting me pop your cherry last night—then that makes me your man.”

It was like I had flipped a switch and brought out his inner alpha caveman. Not that I was about to complain because Will aiming all that macho-ness my way was sexy as all get-out. It made me want to poke the beast a little.

“If you say so.” I twirled a lock of my hair around a finger and let the sheet fall completely to my hips. “But my memory is a little hazy. I think maybe I need a reminder of what it means to be your woman.”

“Never let it be said that I don’t give my woman exactly what she needs.” He tugged my phone from my hand and set it down on the bedside table. Then he tugged the sheet all the way off my body. His green eyes darkened a shade as his gaze zeroed in on the proof of my need glistening on my pussy lips. “I’m going to need you to part those pretty legs for me so I can get a much-needed taste of your pussy.”

I hurriedly complied, shivering when his warm palms glided up along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Oh, yes,” I gasped when his fingers stroked the edges of my bare pussy.

“That’s right, baby. I want to hear what I do to you,” he urged me as he leaned forward and blew hot air right against my clit.

My hips jerked off the mattress, and I cried out, “Please, Will. Give me more.”