Page 132 of One Night in Vegas


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His tongue lapped at my nipples a moment before he sucked one into his mouth. His teeth scraped over my flesh on his downward path. His tongue swirled around my navel with his hands sliding under my thighs and lifting while opening my legs.

A moment later, he kissed my intimate core. I gasped at the contact. Spirals of exquisite pleasure zigzagged through my body. His tongue lapped over my clit. His finger slipped inside me with his tongue working at the sensitive nub that felt like it was a direct connection to my very core. My hands snaked through his hair. He continued his assault with tongue, teeth, and finger until I was crying out with pleasure. My body tried to catapult off the bed. He held my thighs, keeping me from hitting the ceiling.

He rose up and looked down at me with a beautiful smile on his face. “I knew you would taste just like honey.”

“Make love to me,” I whispered.

“Just a second,” he said and moved to get off the bed.

I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I answered and reached up to cup his cheek. “I trust you. I trust you with my life. You said you wanted to be inside me with no barriers. I want that too. You are the only man I will be with. It’s just me and you.”

His hand rested against my cheek. “Macy, I will never be with another woman. I’m with you.”

“Then be with me.”

He took my hand from his cheek and kissed my palm. I watched as he positioned himself between my legs. The moment the head of his cock brushed over my swollen clit, I nearly came again. He sucked in a breath as if he’d just been burned.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He slipped the tip inside and let out a strangled sound. “Sweet mercy,” he groaned.

I watched every inch of him slip inside me. His chest expanded and his head dropped back. I reached out to rub my hands over his muscular physique. “Damn, baby,” I said. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Your body was made for mine,” he declared. “This sweet pussy is mine. All mine.”

Bliss overwhelmed me. I pulled him down for a kiss. His hand grabbed my thigh and he began to move. Every thrust sealed our souls together. He rocked against me. His body slapped against mine. Every grunt, moan, and groan sounded like a sweet symphony.

“I love you,” I murmured. “I have loved you for so long.”

“I love you, Macy. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it again. I love you. I promise you I’m going to remind you of that on the daily.”

I smiled up at him. “I look forward to that.”

EPILOGUE

JON

Iheld her body against mine. We were both covered in a fine dewy sweat after the exertions of our lovemaking. Once inside her, I couldn’t stop. I felt like a renewed man, wanting it over and over, and my body had risen to the occasion.

Now, her soft, steady breathing against my chest was soothing and exciting. I inhaled deeply. The scent of her would never leave me. I never wanted it to. She was the most important person in the world. I wanted her to know it. I needed her to understand she was mine. I was not going to let her go. I believed she knew I loved her, but I didn’t think she understood just how serious I was.

I was not going to let this woman get away from me a second time. Or third or fourth. I had lost count of the mistakes that had been made to get to this point.

It was about damn time we made this official. I never imagined myself as the kind of guy that would want to settle down with one woman for the rest of his life. I just assumed I was going to be a George Clooney and get married when I was in my fifties. Even then, I was imagining the marriage would be more about convenience than love.

Holding her changed everything. I wanted it all. I was determined to have it all. First thing in the morning, I was going to take steps to make sure I got what I wanted.

I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Macy Stiles. I don’t think I can ever express just how much, but I’m damn sure going to try.”

The following morning, I left her sound asleep in my bed. I snuck out and set out to set my plan in motion. I found the captain sipping coffee in the empty dining room.

“Good morning,” I greeted him.

“Mr. Handcock,” he said. “Have a seat. I’ll have them bring you some coffee.”

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