Page 42 of Nothing Stays in Vegas

She let her lips soften, inverting the caress. “My mouth. In your fantasies. Was it anything like this?” She smiled around his thumb. Remembering a scenario from one of her erotic books, she flicked out her tongue to touch him. “I never did get around to saying please.”

His eyes narrowed and the hint of a flush reddened his cheekbones. She looked again, raising her lashes slowly. The corner of his mouth rose at the same pace.

Distraction complete.

The only thing stronger than Amber Grayson and Brian Matther’s loathing for each other, is their all consuming lust.