Page 26 of Devious Kingpin
“Just how drunk are you right now?”
She rolled her eyes, but a lazy smile spread across her face. It told me she was drunk as fuck. The substance was well past kicking in and she was feeling the effects of it.
She leaned closer to me and bumped her forehead against my chest, leaving it to rest there.
“Yes, let’s do it. Chapel-hopping. I’ve never even seen a chapel and I’ve been here for two days.”
The evening was looking up.
Then she lifted her face, and before I could even say anything, she slammed her mouth against mine. I stilled for a moment, surprised at her move, but before I could think rationally, my hands cupped her cheeks and I thrust my tongue into her welcoming mouth.
Every muscle in my body tightened. A groan vibrated in my chest, adrenaline rushed through my veins, and a pulse buzzed in my ears.
One word seared into my mind and echoed in my chest.
Mine.Forever mine.
She tasted so good. I sucked on her tongue, hungry to taste her. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her blunt nails scraping along my nape. Her breasts pushed against me, burning me even through the three-piece suit I was wearing.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, and my eyes searched her face. She was breathless, blinking with a dazed look in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and parted… she looked downright fuckable.
So damn tempting.
But that wasn’t part of my plan. Not when she was drunk and drugged.
“Let’s go bar and chapel-hopping,” she announced again, then before I could even answer, she grabbed my hand and dragged me off the dance floor. The moment we stepped outside, goosebumps broke out over her skin.
Vegas was warm during the day, but nights could be chilly. So I slid my jacket off and put it on her shoulders.
“Thank you, Dante.” She glanced my way and offered a dazzling smile. Jesus Christ. Where was this side of Juliette hiding all this time? I didn’t even know she could knock a man off his feet with just a smile.
Then it hit me. It was the first time she uttered my name. It sounded so fucking hot coming from her lips. Soft. Like a lover’s whisper.
She slid her arms into the sleeves and I wrapped my arms around her, almost expecting her to push me away. Instead, she leaned her slender body further into me.
Fucking shit. I was whipped.
“Let’s walk,” she suggested. “We don’t need to drive down the strip.”
“Okay,” I agreed.Fuck, did I do the right thing?I wanted to ask for forgiveness but I wanted her even more. So we walked. It’d help with clearing her head. Mine too. Although I feared her kiss might have gottenmedrunk. I had definitely fallen under her spell.
I kept my eyes alert, flicking my gaze her way every so often. My hand around her shoulder, and her hands wrapped around my waist, we looked like two lovers taking a stroll. We passed a few bars, but thankfully, she didn’t bring them up.
After a few blocks, she stopped in front of a building and shouted out, “A drive-through wedding chapel.” This was where I’d always wanted to end up with her, but now, I wasn’t so sure. The marriage license burned a hole in my pocket. I should drag her out of here. This plan was so damn wrong, yet my feet remained still.
Two years. It was to give us a chance. Yet deep down, I knew I was taking it too far.
My lips brushed over the soft skin on her neck, then traced my mouth up her jawline and ended the trail with a kiss on her forehead.
Her eyes were closed and a small smile curved her lips. Then she slowly opened them, the depths of them shining like stars trapped in the blue seas.
“Do you think we need a car?” she asked softly. “I really, really want to do it.”
Fuck it.
“We don’t need a car.”
And that was how I sealed our future.
