Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

My mouth sealed tight over hers, and my tongue slipped inside the warm recesses of her mouth. She tasted like strawberries and white wine. I groaned and deepened the kiss, wanting more yet knowing this was all I could have for the moment. I released her chin, and my hand delved into her long, golden blond hair, clenching it tight so I could position her head into just the right spot.

Aurora moaned, and her upper body practically melted into mine. I was losing control by the second, and I knew I should tear myself away for the rest of the drive, but she was like a drug, and I had clearly become addicted to her from the first moment our lips had touched.

“Yo!” the driver yelled as the cab screeched to a stop. The jolt separated us, and we both sucked in a deep lungful of air.

I glanced out the window to see we were in my driveway and sighed in relief. “Thank fuck,” I groaned. Any longer, and I might have given the cabbie an X-rated show.5Aurora“I guess this really is a date if you brought me to your house after dinner, huh?” Between all the kissing we did in the cab, and where we were, his reason for ordering dessert to go was abundantly clear. The embarrassment he’d mentioned was because of how turned on he was—which I’d felt for myself when we’d been pressed against each other during the ride over.

“Of course it is, baby.” Will laced his fingers with mine and led me up the sidewalk to a ranch-style, stucco house. “But you already knew that since you admitted to this being a date earlier.”

“Don’t try to use your lawyering skills on me,” I chided in a teasing tone as my cheeks filled with heat. “It wasn’t an admission so much as me being thrown off by your lack of concern over Knox’s reaction to us having dinner together.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll let that one slide.” His charming smile and wink made my toes practically curl. We made it to the top of the steps, but he didn’t release my hand. Instead, he set the bags on the ground so he could pull his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door. After opening it, he ushered me in ahead of him. “But only since you just admitted to it...again.”

I laughed and shook my head as I checked out what I could see of the inside of his home. The living room had tile flooring and vaulted ceilings. The furniture was brown leather and looked comfortable, perfect for snuggling. The couch faced a fireplace, and there was a big flat-screen television mounted over it. His place had a definite bachelor pad vibe going on, but it didn’t look like a frat house the morning after a party—thank goodness—because I wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to clean up if it had. “You’re not going to cut me any slack, are you?”

“When it comes to getting you to go out with me on actual dates? Not a chance in hell.” He winked at me as he tugged on my hand and led me into the kitchen. Any resemblance to a bachelor pad ended there. It had granite counters, stainless steel appliances, and a noticeable lack of dirty dishes. There was even a bowl of fresh fruit sitting out, full of apples and pears.

Will pulled all the boxes out of the bags and spread them out on the counter. Then he grabbed a couple of spoons and forks from a drawer next to the sink. He slid one of each in my direction and asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

Eyeing the sheer volume of sugary goodness in front of me, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to need something to wash this down.”

“Follow me,” he instructed as he headed toward the door off to the left of the kitchen.

I walked into the garage with him but veered away from a beverage fridge on my left because I spotted the motorcycle sitting on the opposite side of his garage. I drifted over to it as though pulled by a string. When I got close, I trailed my fingers over the glossy black paint. He’d been super preppy looking this morning, all buttoned up in a suit and tie with those sexy glasses perched on his nose. “Tattoos and a motorcycle, huh?”

“What can I say?” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’m a firm believer in letting loose outside of work.”

I whistled softly. “You sure do make the most of your downtime.”

He tilted his head to the side and asked, “Judging by your reaction, it sounds like you don’t?”

“According to my sisters, definitely not.” I shook my head and sighed. “They’re always trying to talk me into spending less time on work and more on fun now that our business is established and running like a well-oiled machine.”