Page 52 of Vegas Baby

Perhaps she’d slip downstairs and grab a bite. She patted the pocket of her robe searching for her phone. Turning on her heel, she snatched up the phone from the credenza and started to leave when a flash of movement caught her eye.

Howler appeared in the hallway, shirtless, in a pair of black shorts and running shoes. He wore white ear buds, his body sheened from his run. He looked so damn sexy; her insides melted. From the way he walked right past her, he didn’t see her standing there. She opened her mouth to say good morning, but bit back the greeting. He strode into his room, pulling out the earbuds.

Eyes glued to his back, she watched him disappear into the master bathroom and shut the door. She licked her lips, her mind screaming to follow. He was beyond that door, stripping off his clothes. Naked. Her nipples peaked, and moisture flooded between her thighs, her feet moving of their own accord. She’d never been this hyped up before and she couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. She walked to the bathroom and pressed her ear to the door, the sound of running water from the shower was muffled by the wood. She clenched the knob, hesitating for a slight second before she twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Steam fogged the glass shower door and she could make out the blurred lines of his tall frame, his back to her. Inhaling, she stripped out of her clothes, her heart thumping a frantic beat. What if this was the wrong decision? She’d barely moved in with him and she’d given in to temptation already.

Pathetic.

Except this wasn’t the first time they’d had sex. She just couldn’t remember Vegas and she would never forget their encounter in the hot tub.

Howler turned his head and she locked eyes with him through the glass. She pulled the door open to enter the steamy enclosure. He remembered and held the advantage. Or perhaps she did on a completely different level. If she was as wild as he claimed, she would have been vocal about what she liked. If he recalled nothing else, she hoped that was at the top of his list. Her core throbbed while thinking about the possibilities. Greedy bitch.

Regardless, there was no turning back. He paused, soap in hand, his dark gaze sweeping her body from head to toe. Her mind whispered to cover her breasts but what was the point? She wanted to have sex with him. Her man. A surge of something swelled in her chest, pride, lust, possession? She couldn’t name it nor did she wish to. Not now.

“Okay if I join you?” she asked, moving beneath the multiple showerheads, warm water raining down on her from all angles. Facing him, naked, she tucked the shyness away. There was no place for insecurities, or an option to hide her true self. Either he was attracted to her or he wasn’t. By the way he devoured her with his eyes, he definitely lusted after her.

He made no move to touch her and she understood why. This was all on her.

The thrill of the seduction, a primal instinct steadied her hand as she lay it on his chest, the beat of his racing heart against her palm matched her own. Rising on to her toes, she skimmed her lips over his strong jaw while she traced a finger over the muscles of his belly, discovering the firmness beneath his taut skin. There was so much she wanted to do to him, to touch every inch of his magnificent form.

And she would. He wasn’t a passing fling but her lover. She had all the time in the world to satisfy her lust for him.

Unless something drastic happened.

No, don’t go there.

Desire, not doubt was the word of the day. Fingers splayed, she ran her palm ever downward. She’d touched him in the hot tub but it hadn’t been enough. Had Anderson not showed up and ruined their night, she’d have explored his body in more detail. This was her chance.

She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I can’t wait another minute. The baby, I’m… well, I’m so damn um--”

“Horny?” Laughter rumbled from his chest as he looped his arm around her waist.

“Yes, very very horny.” She tongued his earlobe, fingers grasping his length. The hardness under her palm made her pussy weep. Encircling his cock, she grazed a thumb over the smooth head.

Howler sucked in a breath, his chest rising faster in his eagerness. He drifted a hand along her hip, his large palm splaying her ass. Nipples impossibly tight, she glided her lips down the column of his neck, tonguing the hollow at the base of his throat. He tried to pull her into him but she straightened her wrist to keep some distance between their bodies.

Meeting his confused gaze, she flashed a mischievous smile. “You said I get to decide when we have sex.”

“Yes. I did. You’re the QB. It’s your game, you call the plays,” he said, his voice a mere rasp from desire.

“I’ll play my way down the field and see if I can get to a first down.” She spread kisses along the defined muscles of his chest, her hand massaging his cock. How many nights had she dreamed of touching him without inhibition? Crazy that she let it go on so long. She swirled her tongue across his nipple, drawing it into her mouth. He bucked at the contact.

“I’ll make sure you get maximum forward progress.”

“Excellent.” High on desire, she mapped out the bumps and hollows of his abs with her mouth. He was cut, his body all muscle and sinew. She dropped to one knee on the tile floor and holding his heated gaze, she licked a path along the underside of his cock. He was perfectly proportioned and her pussy ached to have him inside her. Except she didn’t wish to rush things.

Not this time.

“The ball carrier is down on one knee.” His husky comment ended on a low growl as Raina lifted his shaft high and angled her head.

“First down with the ball on the scrimmage.” She offered a saucy wink as she rolled his balls on her tongue. Sex for her had always been awkward because of her own insecurities but it felt natural to be with him, to taste his body at will.

Time to rip a page out of his playbook and look at sex in a different light. Taking his cock into her mouth, she used the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive nerves. If they were going to stay married, she might as well follow her passions and enjoy the shit out of it.

He clenched his hands into fists, the veins of his neck standing out. She was driving him to the brink and it was empowering as hell. They were constantly at odds on the job, and she’d been fighting her own desires ever since she woke up with him in Vegas. This morning, she’d put that aside. When it came to sex, she was more interested in harmony than conflict.

With a lot of friction thrown in.

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