Page 64 of Vegas Baby

Knees on the cool surface of the hardwood floor, she rocked her hips in rhythm with his desperate ones. She palmed the nape of his neck and locked eyes with him. Breathe synced with each mad beat of her pulse, she couldn’t look away. She wanted to say something to break the hypnotic spell but she was helpless to do anything but feel. Each stroke of his cock provoked her rising lust, teasing the sensitive nerves inside her body until she could no longer think. This glorious, sexy man was her husband. Hers and hers alone. His lips seared a path down her neck, over her chest, and into her heart.

What she had to say could wait. For now, she wanted his undivided attention.

Howler guided Raina’s back onto the floor and settled his hips between her legs. Beautiful, she was beautiful and his need for her increased into desperation. He slid his arms beneath her shoulders, driving his cock deep into her slick wetness. She arched her spine, head back and breasts jutted forward. He dipped his head, latching onto her nipple and she released a strangled cry, her body stiffening in the throes of her release. The way she tightened around his length, stole his breath. His chest expanded and he inhaled much needed air, playing his finger across her clit until her spine melted from satiation.

Frantic need drove him and he clasped her ass, anchoring her in place while the orgasm ripped through his body. The stimulating woman at the stove had knocked him for a loop and he couldn’t pass up the urge to fuck Raina. No, not fuck. What to call it? What to call them? Once again, the question plagued him with no answers. Passion existed in abundance between them. Sex, desire, and a strong like. He liked her more and more each day, but he didn’t love her. Or did he?

She held him close, her breasts a soft cushion against his chest.

Panting, he had to admit that there were benefits to having a wife at home. A sexy wife that baked him cookies. And who was heir to a football team.

Raina snuggled into his embrace and he was content to stay on the floor. He’d slept with his fair share of women but none of them incited his need like Raina had. Crazy but true.

“I think our dinner is ruined,” Raina said, kissing the base of his neck, the vanilla smell that clung to her invaded his senses.

“I think you might be right.” He didn’t have the energy or inclination to move from that spot. Desire was a powerful motivator and it was no secret he lusted after her. Better keep their marriage where it worked, in the bedroom and within the parameters of the contract. Yet when he wasn’t with her, she stayed in his head, the sound of her laughter, the once annoying—now adoring—way she asked him a million questions about his day.

Could he be falling in love with her? Throat tight, panic hit and he detangled himself from her arms. Standing, he needed to gain some distance. You’ve been gone for a week and nothing changed. You missed the hell out of her. What makes you think a few feet will make a difference now? He held out his hand to assist her off the floor, her lips swollen, hair a mess.

Distance was the last thing he wanted at the moment.

The hell with it.

It had to happen sometime and instead of running, he chose to stand his ground. The vice in his chest loosened. Howler cupped the back of her neck and brushed his thumb along her lower lip, getting lost in the depth of her deep blue eyes. He opened his mouth to utter the words but they stuck in his throat. Once they were out there, he couldn’t bring them back. Coward.

Lowering his mouth to hers, he explored the silky depth, drinking in every nuance of her kiss. As seemed to be happening with Raina, it wasn’t enough. One kiss merged into two deep, sensual kisses that threatened to steal his will.

The smell of smoke became stronger and the fire alarm started to beep. Pulling apart, he adjusted his clothes and rushed to the stove, opening the oven door and pulling out the burnt dish. “Should we order something in?”

Doe eyed and so incredibly beautiful, he watched her tuck a piece of hair back. The action exposed the redness from his beard on her pale skin, a reminder of how much he desired her. She was his wife but she wasn’t his, not in the true sense. He might be developing strong feelings for her but that didn’t mean she returned his affections. Although they got along for the most part, she thought the worst of him in Vegas the first morning they’d woken up in bed together. They’d come a long way but they had an even curvier road up ahead as parents.

“We still have a salad. Why don’t you set the table, I’ll be right back.” Her voice was low and husky, the sound reminiscent of their electric encounter. Sex with Raina had been explosive, growing in strength instead of diminishing.

She disappeared into the bathroom while he entered the kitchen.

His twenties had been a pursuit of success and he’d ignored his personal life. Moving into his thirties, he’d taken the next step and married Raina. Before the year was over, he’d have a family of his own and the responsibility of another human being. His gut twisted, and he strode to the cabinet to extract a bottle of scotch. Liquid courage. Grabbing a glass and ice, he poured a healthy shot.

“How was your trip?” Raina asked, padding barefoot into the kitchen. Standing on her toes, she reached inside the cabinet to grab some plates.

If Raina guessed at his anxiety, she showed no outward appearance. The skimpy red dress rode up her thighs as she reached for a plate, showing the curve of her ass.

He sipped at the scotch, fighting the instinct to caress the supple flesh. He’d never been shy about wanting sex with Raina, but he was fast turning into a degenerate. He smiled, taking another drink.

Raina handed him the plates before she grabbed the salad bowl and the rose. Slipping the flower behind her ear, she led the way to the table. He held the chair out for her, unable to resist kissing the curve of her shoulder. “I have found a potential soccer player at FSU. I have to fly down to Florida to meet with her next week. Do you want to go? We can take a few days off and hit the beach.”

“I wish I could but Miller’s in town and we have a meeting with some board members.” She arched her neck, exposing more of her smooth skin to his seeking lips.

“It’s a shame.” Damn she was addicting. After one lingering caress, he took his seat.

“Yes, the timing is bad.” She dished up the salad and pushed bread and butter over to him. “We should take a vacation before I no longer want to be seen in a bathing suit.”

“Your breasts will get bigger,” he said, allowing his gaze to rest on her chest. He’d noticed the slight swell in her belly but women were sensitive about the subject and he didn’t want to mention it at the time. Howler tilted his head, gauging if he should say something or not. While curious, he wanted to keep her in a good mood, cowardly yes, but he couldn’t get enough of Raina.

She leaned in closer, forcing her cleavage to push even more out of her dress. Grinning, she shook her head at his absurd statement. “And my stomach. I’m already starting to show.”

“Are you?” Good, she took the decision from him but he’d still play ignorant. He stabbed some lettuce with his fork. Howler didn’t give a shit about food but since she’d gone through the effort, he’d make a pretext of eating before he whisked her into their bedroom. He’d been gone for a week and he had a lot of catching up to do. “How did the doctor’s appointment go?”

She lowered her gaze and traced a finger along the rim of her glass, the animated woman of seconds before fading. “It went well. Dr. Lopez ordered an ultrasound.”

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