Page 47 of Gamble
What the hell had just happened? How had she made it to twenty-nine years old—married and divorced—and just now get her first taste of truly spectacular sex? She’d long ago decided the reality of sex would never live up to the fantasy version depicted in the romance novels she loved to read.
But tonight was the first time the experience had even come close to the romanticized notion she’d created in her head. What scared her the most was that she instinctively knew Elijah had barely scratched the surface of something deep inside her aching to come out.
He’d stepped away for a few minutes, giving her way too much time to analyze what had just happened between them. She waited to feel regret for having had sex with a near stranger, but that feeling never came. Neither did embarrassment nor awkward silence. The only thing she felt between them was intimacy… and oddly, considering his talk of safewords… trust.
Reagan jolted at the light touch of a damp cloth swiping her pussy from behind.
“Hold still. I want to get you cleaned up.”
Even now, after fucking her brains out, he was a gentleman.
“I don’t know why. You’re just going to get me dirty again. At least I hope you are.” Reagan giggled, sounding more like a giddy schoolgirl than a mature woman.
“You better believe I am, but we need to pace ourselves. Technically, it isn’t even my birthday yet, and by my count, that was only your third orgasm. We still have nine more to go.”
Collapsing to plop her bare ass on the fabric of the couch, Reagan teased. “You were serious about that?”
Elijah didn’t give her a moment to regroup, instead pulling her to her feet to stand in front of him. His hands pinched her shoulders as his intense gaze bore into her soul.
“Baby, I’ve never been more serious. Unless I hear the word red from these luscious lips of yours…” He paused, moving his thumb to graze against her lips, surely smearing any lipstick that might remain across her cheek. “…I’m going to keep delivering on my promise.”
Her pulse hadn’t even recovered from the explosive orgasm from minutes before, but that didn’t stop her heart from lurching at the intensity she saw in his gaze. She knew he meant every word. Only then did she realize how accustomed she’d become to not believing anything Tristan said since he almost never followed through on anything.
How had she allowed herself to put up with that bullshit? She deserved better.
She deserved a man like Elijah.
The thing was, until she’d met him, she hadn’t even been sure men like Elijah even existed. They were a fairytale. Too good to be true.
“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Elijah asked, leaning in closer until she felt his warm breath on her cheek.
Unwanted tears made him blur before her. Why was she trying to ruin the fun moment with heavy reflection?
Shaking her head, Reagan forced a smile. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh, it’s something. The question is what do I do about it? Let you off the hook, or…” His gaze turned predatory.
“Or what?” she asked, unsure if she wanted the answer.
“Or… I could tie you up and interrogate you until you give up all your secrets.”
The words might be ominous, but Elijah’s sexy grin as he delivered them only flamed her fire higher. Should she play along?
Long seconds turned into a full minute before she decided her next steps. “I’ll never talk. You can’t make me,” she taunted, channeling her freshman year Theater 101 lessons to deliver a convincing performance.
“Baby, I love a good challenge. Hearing your whimpers as I torture the truth out of you will be the best birthday present of all.”
Torture? Interrogate? Whimper?
Why the hell did those three words excite her?
Elijah reached for her hand, pulling her toward the dining room area of the suite.
She’d expected the bedroom.
The brief flash of disappointment that he had planned for them to eat disappeared as he spun her around and pressed her naked torso against the heavy square table until her cheek rested against the cool wood.
His hand pressed against her back as he leaned over her. “Do not move. You understand?”
