Page 3 of One Night in Vegas


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I did what I had been dying to do since I first laid eyes on him—I ran my fingers through his hair. His tongue pushed into my mouth while his hand slid up my dress. The man was wasting no time getting to the good stuff. I grabbed his belt and quickly undid it. He jerked my panties down, bent forward, and planted his lips between my cleavage while pushing the thong down to my ankles. I had just gotten his pants open when he batted my hands away.

“I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but I have never wanted a woman as badly as I want you right now,” he whispered. He pulled a condom from his pocket and quickly rolled it on. He didn’t even take his shoes off before lifting me up and pushing inside me with one fell swoop. My head slammed back against the wall as the air whooshed from my lungs.

“Oh my God!”

I couldn’t think straight. My eyes rolled back in my head and my body burned with need. It took several seconds for me to come to my senses.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Where did you come from?”

I dropped my face to his and kissed him. He bounced me up the wall, plunging deep inside me over and over. “Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Do not stop.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he growled.

He brought me to climax without breaking a sweat. I collapsed against the man with my head on his shoulder. He lowered me to the floor and kicked off his shoes. He had barely stepped out of his pants when he reached for me once again. He lifted me like I weighed nothing. I couldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re strong,” I said.

“Thanks.”

He carried me through the beautiful penthouse and into the bedroom. Once again, he put me on my feet. “Take that dress off,” he ordered.

“You’re very bossy,” I said and turned to give him my back. “Unzip me.”

The dress hit the floor. He spun me around again. “Did you cast some weird voodoo spell on me?”

“What?” I reached up and ran my fingertip over one thick brow. He truly was handsome. Gorgeous. My finger trailed down his cheek and traced the hard jaw.

“I don’t know you, but I’m crazy about you. I’ve never met a woman that I knew I wanted at first sight. This is it. This is love at first sight.”

I smiled and gave him a dainty kiss. “I’m in your room—correction, your penthouse. You’ve already had me. You don’t have to lie.”

He undid the buttons on his shirt and shrugged it off. I bit my lower lip at the sight of the man’s perfect chest. I had orgasmed less than five minutes ago, and I was already craving a second.

“I’m not lying,” he whispered. He grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eyes. Our faces were so close our noses brushed against one another. “I saw you, and I knew. Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it. The earth moved. You were dancing for me. Don’t tell me you weren’t wet. I felt you. I didn’t have to get you ready. You were ready for me.”

I licked my lips and moved to sit on the bed. “I’m ready for you now,” I breathed.

“That’s what I mean,” he said and climbed over the top of me. “Our bodies were made for each other.”

He slipped inside me once again. Our bodies really did feel like they were perfectly crafted for each other.

After another beautiful climax, he lay next to me. I snuggled close against his warm, naked body.

“I’m serious,” he said.

“About?” I murmured. I was still in a daze. Between the ecstasy and the liquor, I was in a state of bliss.

“You. Us. I think I’m in love with you.”

“You don’t even know me,” I said, sighing.

“I do. My soul does. I’m about to pass out, but in the morning, we should get married.”

I laughed and patted his chest. “Goodnight, lover.”

“Say it,” he said.

“Say what?”

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