Little Secret, Red Hot Scandal (Las Vegas Nights 4)

She barely noticed when he guided himself into position, but as she experienced the last spasms of her orgasm, Nate drove his hips against hers, filling her.

Seven

Air hissed between his teeth as he stopped moving. He was now fully seated inside her and he took a second to appreciate the moment with this spectacular woman. Mia’s internal muscles clenched around him as aftershocks reverberated through her. He stroked strands of hair off her cheek and peered at her flushed face and passion-dazed eyes. She was beautiful and sweet. And all his.

She blew out a breath and lifted her gaze to his. He saw a hint of the shyness that always intrigued him. As if she couldn’t quite believe he’d noticed her.

As if that was possible.

He raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“I’m perfect. You’re perfect. This—” Mia purred as she ran the soles of her feet along Nate’s thighs “—is perfect.”

It was all he needed to hear. He began to move, pulling out slowly, before driving back in, loving the way her breath caught and her lashes fluttered. Two months without her was two months too long. Already he could feel pleasure tighten in a frantic ache that pulled him toward completion.

“Harder,” she begged. Her nails dug into his back. The tiny pain shot straight to his groin. “Yes,” she moaned as he picked up speed. “Like that.”

Staying silent during sex was way more frustrating than anything he’d experienced in the last two weeks since his surgery. Curses flooded his mind as he sank into Mia’s tight, hot body over and over. He wanted to tell her how good she felt. How she was unlike any woman he’d ever known. Instead, he kissed her, letting his mouth speak in other ways.

His orgasm was close, but he needed her to go first. As their breath rushed together in frantic pants, he slipped his hand between them and cupped her. She uttered a soft cry that sounded like a garbled version of his name and then threw her head back. Her muscles clamped down on him hard and she was going over the edge.

Nate kept himself from climaxing long enough to watch her, and then he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He buried his face in her shoulder as his body exploded in pleasure. His lips moved, forming her name against her skin as he gave one final thrust and spilled himself inside her for what felt like endless seconds.

As he became aware of the room again, Nate rolled onto his side, taking her with him.

“Incredible,” he signed.

“You can say that again.”

He made the sign a second time and she laughed. Brushing aside a damp strand of hair, he made another sign. “Stay.”

She shook her head. Already he could feel her starting to disengage.

“I can’t.”

He fought down his disappointment. “An hour more?”

When she gave a reluctant nod, he brought his lips to hers. It wasn’t much time, but enough to ma

ke certain that the next time he asked her to stay, she’d have a much harder time refusing.

* * *

Club T’s was in full swing when Ivy and three of her besties were escorted past the line of attractive twentysomethings waiting by the velvet ropes for their chance to get in. Mia trailed behind the group, anonymous and forgettable in a sleeveless black dress that skimmed her curves but left everything else to the imagination. In contrast, Ivy wore a red sequin romper with a plunging neckline that showed off her long legs, toned by hours of dance rehearsals and yoga.

The group bypassed the dance floor and headed straight for the VIP area. The DJ was cranking great tunes and with Ivy preoccupied for the moment, Mia let herself fall a little behind.

Their private table was set up with bottles of vodka, champagne and assorted mixes. Flanked by her entourage, Ivy slipped into the booth. There was enough space between the couches and the table for the women to rock their hips to the music and fling their hair extensions around. Ivy was in high spirits, yelling that she loved every song that played.

Mia perched on the far end of the couch, suddenly overwhelmed. By the concussive beat. The dazzling light show. The hyped-up customers all around them, whooping, dancing and sucking up all the oxygen. Dizziness consumed her. Mia closed her eyes, wishing she were somewhere tranquil and quiet.

Someone shook her shoulder. Mia’s eyes opened and she spied Ivy bent over the table and frowning at her.

“Did you order this?” Ivy demanded, pointing to the bottles. “It’s Grey Goose. I wanted Belvedere.”

“You always drink Grey Goose,” Mia said, feeling very much like screaming.

“Not lately.” Ivy rolled her eyes. “You never pay attention.”