Submitting in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 3)

Before she can object further, I grab her and drag her body under mine. She puts up such a fucking fight, I haven’t even had a chance to look at her. Now I remedy that, straddling her hips and pinning her here so I can take a good, long, leisurely look at her body.

Her long, dark hair is still wet from the shower, and it’s already leaving a stain of dampness on my sheets. Her face is flushed, and she’s covering it with her hands again. That won’t do at all. I grab her wrists, pull them away from her face, and then for the hell of it, pin them over her head. The breath rushes out of her and something sultry darkens her eyes for a moment, but she tries so hard to fight it.

“Let me go,” she says calmly.

I shake my head faintly. “Nope.”

Instead, I continue my perusal. A few more sporadic freckles dot her otherwise creamy skin. There’s one right on her clavicle. It’s like a bullseye, daring me to bite it. I don’t—yet—but I do bend my head and brush my lips against it. Virginia shudders at the touch of my lips against her skin and my blood heats.

“Are you a responsive fuck, Virginia?” I murmur, kissing my way to the base of the neck. “I sure hope so.”

“Oh, God,” she says again, a t

ouch more desperate this time.

I can’t help smiling. “Can you say anything else?”

“I can say no,” she responds instantly, lifting an eyebrow. “Want me to?”

“Maybe. You liked when I pinned down your wrists. Do you like to say no, too?”

The little spurt of fire goes out of her, like she’s ashamed I’m calling her on it. Don’t like that.

“You can like whatever you like, Virginia. Trust me, I enjoy all sorts of play. We’ll get you hooked up with a safe word before we get into any of that, though.”

“I don’t have the kind of sex that requires a safe word,” she informs me.

“You haven’t,” I correct her. “Are you opposed?”

At this, she hesitates. “Well… no.”

Good. I can work with that.

That’s enough talk, though. Virginia can talk like no other, and I know if I let her, she’ll talk me out of fucking her. I’ll have my goddamn sleep pants back on and she’ll be snuggled up under blankets, blissfully unfucked, before I even realize what happened.

Nope, I’m not letting her run away this time.

I turn my attention back to her neck, peppering the sensitive column with kisses. Little sounds of pleasure slip out of her as I do. I use my left hand to start at her hip and drag my fingertips lightly up her side while I kiss her neck. She squirms helplessly beneath me, but I keep her pinned here. I still don’t trust her little ass not to try to dart out of the bed.

My right hand still has her left wrist pinned down, but her right hand is free now that I’m touching her side. Her hand comes to rest tentatively on my shoulder and she gazes up at me. She’s so nervous, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a virgin. I don’t know who she’s fucked recently, but I know she fucked the little weasel she lived with years ago, so I know she’s not a virgin. Maybe it’s just because it’s me. Or maybe she’s never had a decent lover, and she’s still shy about her body.

Just in case it’s that last one, I draw my mouth away from her neck and return to looking at her body. The flush is creeping all the way from her chest to her cheeks, like she’s never been so embarrassed in her life.

I release the wrist I’m still holding so I can move both palms to cover her breasts. “These are magnificent,” I tell her.

She swallows, looking away. “You don’t have to bullshit me.”

“I’m not bullshitting you,” I state, scowling.

Instead of being cowed by my thunderous look, she cocks an eyebrow at me, all fucking attitude as she says, “I’m not one of your booth girls, Rafe. More importantly, I have seen all of your booth girls. I know that these breasts don’t compare to all the ones I’ve seen spilling out of clothing at the restaurant.”

“Okay,” I say, sitting back on her hips. “I don’t want to hear any bullshit like that again. I don’t throw out compliments I don’t mean. I don’t have to,” I state, plainly. “If I wanted to fuck you wordlessly like an animal, I would. If I tell you that you have magnificent tits, you do. Take my word for it. If I know any-fucking-thing, I know a nice pair of tits.”

“I’m so embarrassed, I want to die,” she informs me.

All right, I’m going to have to deal with her body issues later. Right now I want inside her pussy, and I’ve already determined the best way to get there is keeping her mouth shut and her brain off.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I tell her, simply, before bending to kiss her neck again. This time, I keep my lips on her skin, soft kisses followed by rough kisses. I hear her suck in a breath as my tongue darts out and leaves a hot trail along her skin.