Page 30 of Vegas Baby

Raina leaned her head back and looked away. She could hear his approach with the soft ripple of water. Every sense on high alert, she cleared her throat. “I’m so relieved Patel gave in. I wasn’t sure when we’d have an opportunity to speak with him again, what with the distraction of the—”

Warm fingers turned her chin and she glanced up at his smoldering brown eyes. Breathe, Raina. He lowered his mouth, lips caressing hers in a searching kiss that curled her toes. Lifting his head ever so slightly, he spoke against her lips.

“Distracted, yes, I could see that,” he said.

It was wrong, and extremely foolish, but she clutched the cement lip while arching her back. The attraction growing between them was electric and she allowed herself to drift closer to him, nipples pebble hard. Common sense begged her to back off, yet frustration emboldened her. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

She notched her chin in reply, not needing to voice her response. Unlike the romantic kiss in the ballroom, there was an overt nuance of deprivation, one matching her own. She should pull back, break the kiss and put them back on safe footing.

His tongue brushed the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth, her entire body exploding with goosebumps. The water pulled her closer to him, his hand moving to the back of her neck, holding her steady. This was the height of foolishness yet she slid her tongue along his, tasting the essence of him. He groaned, his other hand splayed across her back, drawing her into his hard body.

She glided her arm behind his neck, needing to be closer, to lose herself in the sensuous man.

His palm found her breast, his thumb drifting under the lace to caress her nipple. She kissed him with more desperation, her hips drifting into his, feeling the rise of his growing erection between them. He desired her and the feeling was mutual. They’d already slept together once. What was the harm? The fact you married him under false pretense and you’re getting a divorce.

He trailed his mouth from her own, lips working down her neck, warm heat scorching her skin. She closed her eyes, breath coming faster when he unfastened the front catch of her bra. One skimpy barrier between them breached. Blood pulsed throughout her body, need at the forefront. The fabric parted, to be replaced by the velvety touch of his mouth. She ground her hips into his, liquid heat flooding her core. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We’re getting divorced,” she said. Her argument sounded weak and she ruined it by moving her hand between their bodies, caressing his hardness through the soft cotton of his underwear.

“One last fling.” He clasped her hand and settled it on the side of the hot tub. Flashing a sensual smile, he lifted her leg and pulled it over his shoulder.

From the promise in his eyes, it would be orgasmic. Her mind screamed no but she parted her legs, giving in to her base desire. Screw the consequences. The regret would come later, whether she allowed the opportunity to slip by or if she took a chance and allowed it to happen. Biting her lip, she held onto the pool’s side with both hands and tried to keep her mind in the now.

It proved easy to do as Howler brushed his mouth along the inside of her thigh, working his way to her core. He tugged the crotch of her underwear aside, one seeking finger gliding along her folds before slipping inside her body. She tightened her inner muscles around it, whimpering when he withdrew enough to leave her wanting more. His mouth settled over her clit and desire turned to unapologetic greed.

If this was even a quarter of what they’d done the night they married, she must have had a hell of a night. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she arched into his seduction, taking in the night sky while pleasure cascaded up and down her spine, blood burning a path into her center until she wasn’t sure she could contain herself. In the past, she’d been inhibited by her desires because she had feelings for her partner. She didn’t care if she impressed Howler.

Laughter and music drifted from the tent, close but a world away.

Sensation pushed away all thought and raw release ripped through her entire body. She stiffened, crying out, breath coming in pants.

After a breathless second, he dropped her legs and let her body drift under the water. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her, hunger in every sweep of his tongue. What was it about this man that made her lose her mind?

Because she wasn’t through with him yet.

She slipped her fingers beneath the band of his underwear and explored his cock. empowered by the quickness of his breath. Trailing her hungry mouth along his neck, she sought out the bumps and hollows, rejoicing at the sensual sounds vibrating from deep in his throat. Raw lust drove her. There was no strong emotion between them, but animalistic desire and there was no doubt in her mind he desired her.

His breath increased, his hips rocking into her touch. She bit his earlobe, inhaling his scent under the heavy mask of the chlorine.

Crazy, crazy, crazy but damn, she was fast becoming addicted to him, a huge mistake.

Shut up, Raina.

Raina pressed kisses to his jaw until her mouth met his. She swept her tongue between the seam of his lips, her hand moving with more pressure. His kiss turned desperate as he clasped his hand over hers, guiding her fingers along his cock until he tore his mouth from hers, burying his face in her shoulder and releasing a deep groan.

He relaxed against her, the water lessening the bulk of his weight. His arm came about her waist, anchoring her to his side. Twice in three days, she’d been seduced by this man, whether by her own machinations or his. Howler had been forthright with her from the beginning and she had no delusions of who or what he was. Only she couldn’t allow herself to fall any farther. She’d witnessed firsthand what a charming man—afraid of commitment— could do to a woman’s will and she didn’t want that for herself, no matter how tempting.

Yet despite her resolve, she stayed in the circle of his arms.

Just one more minute.

He lifted her chin and stared deep into her eyes before he lowered his gaze to her mouth.

Parting her lips, she welcomed his soft kiss.

Okay, maybe two.

Howler hadn’t done anything this impulsive or public since he was a horny teenager. Nor had he expected Raina to morph into a sultry, no holds barred seductress. Stroking her back, he wasn’t about to question his good fortune. There was never a single thread of doubt in his mind there was chemistry between them and he wanted to spend the rest of the night exploiting it.

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