Vegas, Baby - Volume 2
“It’s a good thing you met me.” He flashed me a sexy grin. “I’ll just have to lure you into getting a little wild with me.”
Damn, his charm was lethal. If I couldn’t feel how wet they were, I would’ve thought my panties had just spontaneously combusted. “You’re just busting all my preconceived notions about you tonight.”
“Considering your first impression of me, that's not a bad thing.”
Talk about a major understatement. “Yeah, I should probably apologize for the scene I made this morning. Even though I was beyond pissed off when I saw those clients of mine walk into your office, I didn't have the right to storm in there the way I did. And I definitely shouldn’t have screamed at your assistant like a crazy woman. Or you, either.”
Will smiled as he reached for my hand. “Normally, someone showing up to bitch me out in my office would’ve made me furious.” He shook his head and chuckled. “But I can't find it in myself to be angry about what happened this morning because it brought you to me. And you look like a fucking goddess when you’re all fired up. The only heat I felt was from passion, not anger.”
I ducked my head when I felt the blush filling my cheeks. “So...about that drink you were going to get me?”
“Sometime soon, I’m going to see how far down I can get this to go.” He stroked a finger down my cheek, making the color deepen even more. “But for right now, I’ll settle for grabbing our drinks and making a dent in the smorgasbord of desserts we brought home.”
I giggled softly at his word choice, which brought the energy crackling around us down a notch or two. Then we moved the desserts to the coffee table in the living room and got comfortable on the couch before digging in. We quickly discovered that we both had a love for chocolate when we kept trying to take bites from the flourless chocolate cake at the same time. Being a true gentleman, Will always let me go first.
When I’d had more than my fair share, I set my fork down and leaned back on the couch, patting my stomach. “Mmm, that was amazing.”
“We’ll have to do it again sometime but with a double order of chocolate cake”—he pointed at the Butterscotch Bourbon Budino that we’d barely touched—“instead of another one of those.”
I glanced over at the box, which had been practically licked clean. “Fair warning, the way to this girl’s heart is definitely through her stomach when it comes to chocolate.”
“Thanks for the tip.” He clasped my face between his hands and leaned down to brush his lips softly over mine. “Next time, we’ll stop at a bunch of places on the Strip to grab their best chocolate desserts, so we’ll have plenty to choose from.”
How in the hell was I supposed to protect my heart from a smart, sexy guy who wanted to give me chocolate? The more time we spent together, I was finding it harder and harder to resist him. “I don’t remember agreeing to a next time.”
“It must be the dessert coma.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Because our second date is tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know—”
His swooped down to claim my mouth before I could finish my sentence. My lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue swept inside to tangle with mine. By the time he lifted his head again, his chest was heaving, and his dark green eyes were heavy-lidded.
His kiss had fogged my brain, making it hard to think clearly. His lips tasted like the chocolate cake we’d eaten but with a spicy kick that was all his own. I desperately wanted another taste, so I pressed our lips together again. Will groaned into my mouth and lifted me off the couch to settle me on his lap.
Straddling his lap, I felt his cock press against my pussy. He was hard and oh, so big. Plastering myself against him, I twined my arms around his neck and slanted my head to give him better access to my mouth. He deepened the kiss, and his hands slid down my back to cup my butt. My core clenched as he rocked against me, making me whimper in need.
“I knew it’d be like this between us the moment I laid eyes on you.” He trailed kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he spoke. “Explosive.”
One of his hands circled my body to cup my pussy through my clothes. I knew I was wet enough for him to feel it through the material, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed by it. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re drenched for me, baby. I can’t wait to get inside your tight, little pussy.”
“Neither can I.”