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"I can’t believe this is your hotel," she murmured. "It’s so..."
"Expensive?” I filled in.
"I was going to say glamorous, but sure, if you want to go with that," she said.
A few people were already crowding around the craps tables, and she grabbed my arm and pulled me over. "Ooh, let’s try our luck! I feel like I’m going to get exactly what I want tonight..."
I let her lead the way, my focus distracted. Honestly, there was someone in particular I was looking for, even just to make sure I could avoid him. I had expected Scott to be front and center of all of this, just like my brother was, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Was it for the best? Probably. Maybe he had decided not to come out tonight. God, that would have been a blessing—
And then, all at once, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I knew he had to be close by.
I glanced over my shoulder as casually as I could, and, just like I’d suspected—there he was. I felt my heart skip several beats when I saw him. Attractive. Sophisticated. Scott had a presence that just commanded you to look at him. Did anyone else here know how he really made his money? I almost wanted to ask, but I couldn’t ruin my brother’s opening like that.
Scott was wearing a navy suit that hugged his athletic body and contrasted with the light periwinkle of his eyes. He was talking to someone, making them laugh, and then his eyes slid past them to me.
As soon as his gaze met mine, it was as though a bucket of cold water had been tossed all over me. I drew my eyes away at once. What the fuck was I doing? I needed to pull myself together, but I just didn’t know how. I wanted to run away, but it wouldn’t have done anything to stem the burning want rising up inside of me right now.
I gripped the long stem of my champagne flute a little tighter and tried to focus on what was going on in front of me at the craps table. See? I could keep focused, right? I wasn’t going to let myself get distracted. I wasn’t going to get pulled into the desire I felt for him, not again. I was stronger than that.
Even if I could feel a tug deep down in my stomach, begging me to inch closer to him and close the gap between us.
"You okay?" Shelby asked, looking concerned as she glanced up from the table to see me staring off into space. I blinked and nodded.
"I’m fine, yeah," I replied quickly. "Just...a little overwhelmed, that’s all."
"Oh, I get it," she replied, nodding enthusiastically. "This is incredible! Do you want another drink...?"
I nodded and we went to get some more champagne. The rest of the evening felt like a game, a game I was swiftly losing, in which I was doing the very best I could to keep from staring at Scott. I could feel him looking at me, but whenever I turned around to catch his gaze, he was gone. Was I just making it up? Fantasizing that he still wanted me? He hadn’t brought a date with him, or at least, I hadn’t seen one if he had. Was he alone right now? I had so many questions, and no idea where to start with any of them.
I sipped on my second glass of champagne, and then my third, and soon, the need was rising in me again—the need for him. I couldn’t deny it, not now that we were in the same room together, it was as though every defense I had tried to build was being torn down just by his presence.
And he knew it. Every time I looked over at him, he was grinning at me, making sure I knew what was on his mind. I could feel the tingling deep in my belly, and the champagne was making it even harder to deny myself what I craved so badly, the feel of his hands against me, his lips on mine. Did he have any idea how difficult this was...?
Fuck it. Something snapped within me. I couldn’t keep denying myself what I wanted. It would only make it harder for me to resist in the long run, and I couldn’t stand the thought of being this close to him and not doing anything about it. Maybe once, just once, just one more time, and I would be able to get him out of my system...
I brushed up past him as he headed to the bar to get himself another drink, and he half-turned his head as though he already knew it was me. I wasn’t sure how he could sense me so clearly, but maybe it was the same draw I felt for him, a shared sense of awareness.
"Bathroom, five minutes," I whispered to him, and I ducked my head down and hurried out of the room before I could change my mind about this. Shelby was chatting up some guy over by the craps table, she wouldn’t notice I had gone anywhere for a while; I felt my heart thudding in my chest as I tried to handle my nerves, my want, and the confusion they created inside my head together.
I slipped into the large bathroom just outside the casino entrance and closed the door behind me. I could feel my need throbbing between my legs, and I tried for deep breaths as I waited for him to arrive. I could handle this. Whatever happened next, I could handle it. I didn’t know if he was going to come here or if he was going to leave me waiting and make a fool out of me, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get this out of my system, and I was sure the only way to do it was by...
The door opened, and he stood in front of me.
"Scott," I breathed, and before I could stop myself, I moved towards him, pulled him into the bathroom, and kissed him hard.
He locked the door behind him, ensuring nobody would interrupt us. He slipped his hands beneath my dress, pushing up the skirt so he could sink his fingers greedily into my ass, and then lifted me off the floor and pinned me against the wall.
I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard, our tongues coming together with a wanton hunger neither of us could control. It felt so familiar and so new at the same time, as though this was where I had belonged all along, and I moaned against his mouth as I felt his cock starting to swell beneath his pants.
There were crowds of people out there, and any one of them could have noticed that both of us were missing right now—and if they did, we were going to be exposed. My brother would find out. The world would find out. Everyone would know I was hooking up with someone as dangerous and criminal as Scott Stewart.
And at that moment, all it served to do was turn me on even more.
He reached beneath my dress to pull my panties aside and unzipped his pants a second later. He knew we were in a rush, and he didn’t want to waste a second of our time together. I panted against his mouth as I arched my back, making it easier for him to reach my pussy, craving more of him—craving the feel of him sliding deep inside of me, just like he had done the other weekend.
"I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you in this damn dress," he murmured against my mouth as he wrapped his hand around his cock and brought it up against my pussy.
"Please, just fuck me," I begged him, the words catching at the back of my throat as I begged for more. He grinned against my mouth, and, finally, pushed himself inside of me in one long motion.
