Page 32 of Mr. Big Mistake
I stood beside her as she gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and surveyed the expanse of Las Vegas.
“Wow,” she whispered.
I sipped my drink, grinning. “You like?”
She shook her head. “It’s… incredible up here.”
“I know.”
“The view is beautiful.”
My eyes fell down her body. “I know that, too.”
She looked over at me and swatted me playfully, but I meant what I said. That damn red dress she had on hugged her in all the right places. Her heels accented her long, slender legs. Legs I couldn't wait to feel wrapped around my waist. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun I wanted to let down so I could run my fingers through it.
She looked like my own little slice of heaven.
And I was ready to indulge.
“To us, for the week,” Kelly said.
Her voice ripped me from my trance. “To us, for the week.”
Then, we clinked our glasses together and took our first sip alongside one another in our honeymoon suite.
* * *
I didn’t expectanything to happen the first night. With the ceremony and the dinner and the live band that played music for us until we couldn’t dance a second longer, I knew we’d both be tired. But, I didn’t realize we’d both fall asleep in our wedding clothes because of it. My eyes fell open as sunlight drifted through the massive tinted windows. I raised myself up, groaning when I saw the wrinkles in my pants and my tuxedo jacket.
“So much for no dry cleaning,” I murmured.
Then, I felt someone stir beside me.
My eyes drifted over to her, and I couldn't have beheld a more beautiful sight. With her hair covering her face and one heel cast off her foot, Kelly’s dress had rolled up to just beneath her ass cheeks. Part of me wanted to reach out and rub those smooth, porcelain legs of hers. But, I kept my cool. I kept myself in check. Because she was in charge of it, and I promised myself I’d move at her pace.
And while last night was wonderful, she hadn’t made a move.
So, neither did I.
“Mmmm, morning,” she murmured.
She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
“Morning, gorgeous. You hungry?”
She giggled. “I’m always hungry.”
“Noted. Do you want me to order something from room service?”
She paused. “Actually, can we go downstairs and eat? I think I saw something down there last night. Like a… cafe, or something?”
“The Bellagio has both. A cafe and a restaurant that serves the same menu room service does for the hotel.”
She looked over at me. “Can we do that?”
I leaned down, capturing her lips softly. “We can do whatever you want.”
I nuzzled my nose against hers, feeling her sigh softly against my lips. I pressed mine softly against hers again, needing more of her than I ever thought possible. I wanted to feel her. All of her. I wanted to invade her and hear her moan. I wanted her to cling to my hair with my face buried between her legs. I wanted to show her things no man ever could. Not even my fucking brother.
