Page 42 of Gamble
Elijah reached out and clamped both hands on her hips, pulling her willing body against his hard muscles. She’d never been one to obsess about her body like a lot of women did, but in that moment, she also acknowledged just how wonderful it felt to be held by a man who made her feel small.
No, small was the wrong word. That implied that Elijah made her feel less than, and nothing could be farther from the truth. Instead, he made her feel surrounded.
Protected.
Seen.
Connected. In a way she hadn’t felt with someone in a very long time.
Reagan liked he was so much taller than her that she had to angle her neck back to maintain their visual connection while in his arms.
She caught a hint of his minty breath as he replied. “I confess, I’ve been distracted thinking about what I have planned for us when we get back to our room.”
Our room.
It was his room. She was just a visitor, yet she recognized how much she loved the idea of being an ‘our’ with Elijah.
Before she could answer, he pulled her into motion. When they caught up with the throng of the retreating audience in the lobby, Elijah wrapped his arm around her waist, keepingher close as they jostled through the crowd gathered around the entrance to the gift shop.
Like earlier at their fancy dinner together, conversation flowed easily between them. Considering they barely knew each other, Reagan kept waiting to bump into an awkward topic, but it hadn’t happened yet.
When they got to a fork in the corridor, she let Elijah pull her in a new direction.
“Neither of us enjoys walking through the smoky casino. I know a shortcut back to the Spa Tower elevators,” he said, heading in the direction of the pool.
The midsummer heat hit them the second they stepped out of the air-conditioning. It may be close to ten at night, but the arid desert air hadn’t gotten the memo that it was time to cool down.
Unlike earlier in the day, only a handful of guests remained in the water. It was late enough that families with small children had been replaced with couples making-out and rowdy groups of friends drinking near the waterside bar. Elijah weaved them through the extensive pool deck —around lounge chairs, tables, and decorative displays.
They were almost to the opposite side of the open space when the sound of people having loud sex hit her ears. It was close enough that Reagan stopped in her tracks, pulling Elijah to a halt alongside her.
“Hear something you like?” he teased with a grin, just as a man’s grunt of exertion filled the air.
She didn’t need to answer. Reagan felt her blood rushing through her body—half on the way to her face to blush and the other half to her pussy, making it throb with need.
Instead of pulling them back into motion, Elijah closed the inches between them, yanking her back against his chest while wrapping her in his embrace from behind.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” His words were gruff against her ear as he shuffled them to the left just enough to bring the errant couple into focus.
Her core spasmed with need at the sight of the nearly naked couple fucking just a few feet away. The young woman was standing, bent over with her hands on the edge of a huge potted plant while a man with his swim trunks around his ankles plowed her from behind. The woman may technically have a bikini top on, but her full breasts had spilled out of their small confines and were jostling to the tempo of his hard thrusts.
Were they close enough to the live-action porn for her to catch the whiff of sex in the air, or was that her own essence broadcasting just how desperately she wanted Elijah to show her the same treatment?
“Maybe you’d like to do more than watch. How would you like to be the one on display?”
She could hear the edge of his control fraying in his pointed question.
Embarrassed at the thought of having semi-public sex, Reagan wiggled in his arms, trying to get them moving again. His grip was firm, holding her in place.
“I think it’s time for your second orgasm, don’t you?”
The feel of his palm against her bare tummy accompanied his teasing words. She’d worn a ruffled crop top along with a short mini skirt to dinner and the show. By Vegas standards it may be dressy, but she knew it was one of the more risqué outfits in her closet.
Elijah’s right hand slipped lower, sliding into her panties, telling her he approved of the easy access to her hidden body parts.
His low chuckle as his fingers slid through her wet pussy should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. Instead, she let thefeel of his hard cock pressing against her ass cheeks remind her he was just as turned on as she was.
“The question is… are you wet because you like to watch or…” He paused long enough to pinch her clit, pulling an obscene groan from her. “Or… have you been thinking about how good it’s going to feel when I’m fucking you nice and hard just like he’s plowing her?”
