Kiss Me, Baby - Vegas, Baby

Delia and I had loved living there, but at times, I wondered why I’d bought such a big house for two people. As I took Amelia’s hand and helped her exit the car, it hit me that somewhere deep inside, I was planning for this house to be full one day.

Amelia continued to peruse her surroundings with awe as we entered the house. I thought about offering her a tour, but once she was in my space, all I could think about was making sure she stayed there. I intended to get to work right away on making those babies to fill every bedroom in our house.

I shut the door and set the alarm before prowling over to Amelia like an animal locked onto the scent of its prey. She’d been ogling the double ovens, but she must have sensed me because she spun around just as I closed the distance between us. With my hands firmly grasping her hips, I yanked her into my body, and my lips crashed down onto hers.

9

Amelia

From the moment I spotted him on the sidewalk, there’d been something about Zack that I couldn’t resist. Each of the kisses we’d shared had been mind-blowing, but this one took my reaction to a whole new level. “You’re a dangerous guy, Zack.”

“Never to you, beautiful. You’re always safe with me,” he promised.

I meant to explain that he was a threat to my virginity, not my well-being, but I lost track of my thoughts when he bent low to slide his arm under my knees and carried me bridal style through the house. From what I could see, the rest of the place was as gorgeous as the kitchen. Not that I was surprised, considering the gate, the impressive grounds, and the spacious house. None of it mattered, though. All I could focus on was Zack.

He lowered me onto the mattress of his king-sized bed and crashed down on top of me. His lips captured my mouth in another passionate kiss, and we were both panting for breath when he lifted his head to press kisses along my jawline. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb caressing the pebbled nipple through my dress. My back arched, pressing it deeper into his palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His gaze scanned me from head to toe. “Even more beautiful now that I’ve finally got you where you belong.”

“Finally? We just met two days ago.” My voice hitched at the end when he slid his hand under the neckline of my dress.

“That might be true,” he conceded as he tugged the sheer material down to get better access to my cleavage. “But I’ve been looking for you my whole damn life, Amelia.”

“You do realize that saying stuff like that makes you even more dangerous.” Not just to my body. To my heart, too. I was starting to believe he really meant that he wanted more than just a weekend fling while I was in town.

“What about when I do something like this?” he asked, moving down my body to slide the hem of my dress up my thighs. When he got the material up to my hips, he commanded, “It’s time for you to drop those pretty panties for me.”

When he’d fixed my clothing back in his office and talked about the next time he got me like this, I hadn’t really thought it would ever happen. I’d never been happier to be proven wrong about something than I was at this moment with Zack’s body hovering over mine. “Give me a little room,” I requested as I lifted my hips off the mattress.

Zack levered off my body, and I tugged my panties down until I could kick them off.

“Thanks, beautiful.” He nudged my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. “Perfect for me to get another taste of you.”

Using two fingers to open my lips wide, he licked up the center. My hips jerked up at the touch of his tongue, and his hands gripped my upper thighs to hold me down as he groaned. “I’m already addicted. I’ll need to get my fix every day from now on.”

If he gave me more mind-blowing orgasms like the one in his office earlier, I’d be more than willing to splay myself out and let him feast whenever he wanted. In a lucky coincidence, I was pretty sure I was already addicted to the pleasure his mouth could give me. Pressing my head back against the pillows, I focused on the feel of his tongue circling my clit. When he worked a finger inside me, my pussy clenched around it.

“I’m so close already,” I admitted as my body went taut.

His only response was to suck on my clit harder before he bit down gently. The little pinch of pain sent me flying over the edge. My hips jerked up again, and he replaced his finger with his tongue. I rode his face until the last of my orgasm passed, and then he rose to his knees.