Page 308 of Vegas Heat

I smile. “Don’t you want to spend the last night before the season starts at home, though?”

He cuts the engine as he pulls in behind some fancy sports car. “I am.” He shrugs. “I told you, Gabriella Rose Grant.Youare my home.”

Tears heat behind my eyes at the sweet sentiment, and then he gets out of the car and tosses his keys to the valet. He grabs our bags and meets me on the passenger side of the car, and then we walk in together and head toward the Augustus Tower.

“Penthouse?” I guess.

“Nothing but the best for my girl.”

“When did you book this?”

“This afternoon. I had to bribe the woman on the phone to get it.” He presses the button to call the elevator. “Worth it.”

I laugh as I narrow my eyes at him. “You did not.”

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. I just got really lucky it was available.”

We both laugh at that, and then we head up toward the penthouse. When he lets me in, I wander over toward the windows to take in the spectacular view.

“You said you didn’t want me to rush through this,” he says once the door is sealed shut behind us. He drops our bags by the entry, and he stalks toward me. He moves in behind me, aligning the front of his body with the back of mine. “And I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you,” I murmur.

His lips fall to my neck. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to make me come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.”

“How?” he presses. He moves his lips from my neck along my skin toward my shoulder, moving my shirt out of the way as he works.

“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Ask me for whatever you want.”

“I want your tongue on my clit, and then I want you to suck my nipples while you move inside me.”

“What do you want me to put inside you?” His voice is low and raspy.

“You can start with your fingers and then once you see how wet I am for you, you can use your cock. What do you want me to do to you?” I ask.

“I want you to lie back and take it.” This time his voice comes out as a growl, and as he says the words, he spins me around and lifts me into his arms.

He carries me over to the couch that looks out over the Strip, and he sets me down on my feet just in front of it. And then he stripsme.

My clothes go flying off in every direction, and for a split second I feel nervous. This is the first time he’s seeing my body in over a month, and it has started to change. My clothes are starting to get tighter, and I have a swell around my belly that wasn’t there before. My boobs are getting heavier by the day, and I feel bloated all the time—which must be about the unsexiest feeling in the world.

But that thought only lasts a beat before it vanishes.

Cooper moves back a step after he strips me completely naked, and he just stares at me for a beat. He shakes his head with a little bit of wonder. “How did I get so goddamn lucky?”

The way he looks at me with all the love and adoration in the world is enough for me to know I have nothing to be worriedabout. He loves me for me, and I’m carrying a gift he’s wanted for many, many years.

The pure, mutual love that passes between us in this moment is something different. It’s unique and special, but it’s also full of passion and desire and complete and total adoration.

My thighs clench together in anticipation as the ache that started earlier intensifies.

He rips his shirt over his head, and I can’t help but tilt my head and stare. “Hi abs,” I sing softly as I wave, and then I move toward him and run my fingertips along each beautiful ridge. “I missed you.” I reach for the top of his jeans and tug on them pulling him toward me a little. Then I lower my hand and run it along his erection. “But I missed you even more.”

He chuckles as he drives his hips toward my hand for a beat. “Oh, both the abs and the Captain missed you, too.”

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