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"Oh, my goodness, Levi!" She's squealing, all bright eyed and bushy tailed and looking so damn cute I'm wondering just where I oughta lock her up, so no other man gets any ideas. "I've never won that much. Ever. This is bananas!" She flings her arms around me, and I lift her off the floor. "Bananas!"
With her in my arms, I feel like I'm the real winner here, and I don't hesitate in letting her know. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her nice and thoroughly. Damn, the bubbly champagne is still on her lips and I know I need to taste more where that came from. Parting my lips, I find her pink tongue, and I mouth fuck her then and there.
I kiss like this is a promise, and maybe it is. She isn't going anywhere anytime soon. With a mouth as sweet as hers, I can only imagine what her pussy tastes like. Heaven on a goddamn platter.
I know she loves the kiss because when I lift her ass in my hands she wraps her legs around me. Her tits are pressed against my chest and my cock is pressed against her belly. Damn these clothes, getting in the way of all our fun.
She knows I need it. Her. Now.
This may be in public, but it's Vegas -- anything goes. And right now, I swear to God what I really want is her creamy cunt to sink down onto my solid cock.
I need to get her off this casino floor, and soon.
Before I can carry her off into the sunset though, she pulls from the kiss, pushes herself from my arms and plants her feet on the floor.
Then she slaps me across the face.
Hard.Chapter FourLucyOh, my heart. This is too much. I kissed him and then I slapped him, then I started to cry.
Great. Exactly the kind of impression I wanted to make on this mountain man whose body managed to melt against mine in two seconds flat and simultaneously make me forget literally every single tenet I hold dear.
He presses his palm to his cheek and my own hand burns and oh my gosh I can't believe I slapped him.
"I'm so sorry," I say. "Don't know what came over me. I am such a..."
His eyebrows lift, his eyes meet mine. His head shakes. "Such a firecracker? A tease? A darling? Which one, sweetheart, because bitchslap or not, you've got my attention."
I close my eyes. He doesn't think I'm a raving lunatic. "Sorry. I just..." I drop my face into my hands. Then Levi steps closer and wraps those burly arms around me, and I inhale the scent of his shirt as my face is buried in it. He is all cedar and pine trees and whiskey with a cherry on top. If he was oxygen, I'd just keep on breathing him in. As it stands, I'm the one who just slapped him, yet I'm the one being consoled.
This is wrong on every level.
I pull back and wipe my eyes and dare to look up at him. In his arms, I feel so petite like I fit. With his chiseled arms around me, I feel like I'm not just the curvy girl who squeezes into sweaters, always finding them one size too tight. I feel like Levi would rather I didn't wear a sweater at all.
I swallow. These thoughts are what nearly got me into trouble only moments ago. What led me to wrap my body around his, feeling his hard length pressed my ass, his tongue devouring me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted. I am certain he is the best thing I have ever, ever had in my mouth.
Oh Lordy, I'm hot all over again and I step away. I don’t trust myself when I'm in his embrace.
"So, are you gonna tell me why you slapped me?" he asks, running a hand over his thick beard. That beard is trouble. I close my eyes, trying to push away images of him kneeling before me, spreading my thighs, and ticking my most tender places with that beard.
Trying to collect myself, I inhale, deep. Then I open my eyes and tell him the truth. "I just... I don't kiss on the first date."
He smirks. "That a rule of yours?"
I nod. "Yep."
"What happens now that you broke it?"
I bite my bottom lip. "I guess. I... I... honestly, this is unchartered territory. I've never done that. Ever."
"Done what?"
I lean in toward him, very aware of my bright red face. Am I the only one here burning up like I'm standing outside in the Vegas heat?
Whispering, I say, "Kissed a man I didn't know."
He looks at me like he knows every last thing about me. "But you have kissed a man before?"
"Okay. Not technically. So..." I wave my hand in the air, flailing. Or grasping for something. Straws maybe?
