Page 6 of Vegas Heat

He waves at them, and they all squeal to my total and complete mortification.

“You want me to give them a show?” he asks.

My brows dip. “What does that even mean?”

He laughs, and before I realize what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my head and he pulls me in until his lips crash down to mine.

A million different sensations hit me all at once as his lips move over mine. His are firm and commanding at the same time as they’re gentle and tender. He smells like beer mixed with some sort of woodsy aftershave, and he intensifies the kiss as he opens his mouth and his tongue brushes mine. It’s not tentative or nervous like the boys who’ve kissed me in the past. No, this is all man. He is one-hundred percent confident in what he’s doing, and I have no issue sitting here allowing him to do it to me for the rest of the night.

Allowing him to dowhatever he wantsto me for the rest of the night.

I don’t even know him, but I know feelings. I know attraction. This is it.

The room goes silent again as the only thing I hear is the rushing of blood through my body as it seems to come completely alive with his mouth covering mine.

He pulls back, and his eyes are hazy when they focus in on mine again.

“Whoa,” I breathe, and he chuckles. The volume comes on again in the room, and I hear my friends squealing across the way.

He seems wholly unaffected while I’m just glad I’m sitting because my knees would’ve given out after that. He leans in toward me. “I’ve wanted to do that since you first sat down,” he murmurs, and maybe we’re both a little drunk…and maybe that’s the recipe for the kind of twenty-first birthday I’ll never forget.

CHAPTER 3: COOPER

Holyfuck.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this sort of magnetic connection with another person. She’s younger than me, but age is just a number, right? She looks like she’s in her mid-twenties, eight or so years younger than me at most.

Maybe I felt it with Stacy back when we first met seven or eight years ago, back before she cheated on me and everything went to hell…but I don’t remember ever feeling it with her.

And it’s not just that.

She has no idea who I am.

There’s something insanely hot about that.

And she’s not just hot—though, to be fair, sheishot with her almost black hair falling in soft waves down to the middle of her back and the black dress she’s wearing that showcases her mouthwatering tits and perfect little ass. She’s also adorable and wide green eyes that make her look like she stepped out of a movie about princesses and the way she looks at me with curiosity like I’m a tiger who could pounce at any second.

Is it any wonder I had to know what she tasted like?

I wasn’t disappointed.

Champagne mixed with cherries. Sweet with just the slightest edge of spice.

She’s piqued my interest, that’s for sure.

But I’m only in town for another thirty-six hours, and she’s here celebrating her birthday. It’s not like we’re two people destined to end up together.

That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun over the next thirty-six hours, though. Except for the dinner date I have planned for tomorrow night.

“Feel free to do that again any time,” she says, and her cheeks fill with color again.

I chuckle. “How long you in town for?”

“I live here,” she says.

“I thought locals stayed off the Strip.”

She shrugs. “We do, but we make exceptions for birthdays.”

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