What Happens in Vegas Page 5

  Celia held up her hand. ‘Nope, you’re not going to bring that up. I refuse to let you. Besides, the lock was broken on the gate. Anyone would have tried climbing up the water tower.’

  ‘No, they wouldn’t have, not in December!’ Bonni was still aghast at the whole debacle.

  Fredi slapped Bonni’s clutch against her chest and she fumbled to take it. ‘Yes, and I seem to remember that one time when you got plastered and stole a candy bar from that 7-Eleven and then felt so guilty you went back in and gave the guy twenty bucks for it. It was college, and you weren’t even a cop yet! Get over it.’

  Away from Quinn’s magnetism, Bonni began to second-guess herself. Biting her lip, she tapped her clutch against her thigh. Knowing the signs, Ava caught her gaze. Bonni had always thought she had beautiful eyes, golden with flecks of blue, and right now they expressed myriad emotions. Ava was giving her orders: ‘Oh, no, you don’t. You are not bailing on that man. Celia put condoms in your bag and Fredi turned on the Find Your Friend app on your phone.’

  ‘My phone? How did you get in my phone?’

  Fredi shot her a look that plainly said, Don’t ask stupid questions.

  Celia put down her third cocktail with a snap and stood up to shake Bonni’s shoulders. ‘Look, Bon-Bon, you haven’t been laid since that limp pancake Greg. It’s time to clear out the cobwebs from your hoo-haa, you know, and get your vacation fling on.’

  Bonni glanced back at Quinn and saw him chatting with one of the security guards. Good God, she hoped he hadn’t heard Celia’s remark . . .but he was looking like he had all the time in the world to wait for her. A gold star for him.

  ‘Okay, the club has my card on file so that’ll take care of the tab. I’ll text you when I know where we’re going. Does someone have money for a cab? Do you all have your room keys?’

  Bonni thought these were perfectly reasonable questions, but Fredi rolled her eyes. She nudged Celia out of the way and forced Bonni to turn around, before pushing her toward the stairs. ‘Hey, Quinn!’ Fredi shouted. ‘Where are you staying?’

  Quinn broke off his conversation and raised an eyebrow as Fredi practically shoved Bonni down the stairs. ‘I’m at the Gladiators.’

  ‘What a coincidence! So are we. Bonni won’t have far to go in the morning then. Bye now!’

  Fredi gave a little mocking wave before strutting back to the table. Bonni wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or horrified. Quinn reached out to take her free hand and she looked at him. ‘Still in?’ he asked.

  Oh, those eyes.

  Bonni knew there was really only one response you can make when you’re about to start a Vegas vacation fling.

  ‘I’m all in.’

  Chapter 7

  Bonni waited while Quinn exited the taxi and reached back in for her. She placed her hand in his and he helped her out of the car, making sure she was steady on her unfamiliar high heels before closing the door. He was every inch the gentleman, but there was an undercurrent that spoke to her long-dormant wild side.

  They walked through the lobby to a bank of elevators, the only sounds the noises from the casino and the clicking of her heels. His hand was on the small of her back again, her body fitting into the curve of his arm. Once inside an elevator, he pulled her fully into his embrace. She let her head fall back and he lowered his until their lips almost touched.

  ‘You were quiet on the drive.’ His breath whispered over her cheek, stoking the fire of her desire.

  ‘It was a short drive.’ Bonni turned her head slightly, exposing her neck to him. He knew what she wanted and trembled when he delicately placed a kiss next to her jawline.

  ‘Your neck begs for kisses.’ His lips moved against her flesh.

  ‘Ooh.’ She sagged into his arms, and he held her tight.

  ‘You’re okay with heading to my room? I expect you’re all rooming together?’ His voice was soft, and questioning.

  ‘As a matter of fact, we are. Yes, I am very okay with visiting your room.’ Bonni sighed and draped her arms around his shoulders.

  She hoped no one else would get in the elevator with them.

  Quinn backed her against the wall, the muscles of his thighs pressing hers, taking teasing nips along her neck. ‘I do have a good view of the Strip.’

  Feeling adventurous, Bonni slid a hand down to his ass and squeezed. ‘It’s not the Strip I’m looking to view.’

  He chuckled and continued his quest along her neck. ‘So long as I’m not the only one stripping.’

  Bonni’s mind was beginning to fog with passion. ‘If you think you’ll enjoy the view.’

  ‘Oh, I can promise you I will.’ His mouth trailed back up to her cheek and kissed his way to her lips.

  ‘Y-yes, I believe you will. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?’ she asked him, surprised by the sultry tone in her voice. She wasn’t quite sure if she only wanted one night or, perhaps, maybe . . . longer.

  ‘Anything you wish.’ He gripped her wrist and Bonni sucked in a quick breath at the sensations fanning out from his touch. With him curved over her, even with her heels putting her at nearly six feet, he was much taller than she was. She felt delicate, feminine and sexy.

  ‘You’re trembling,’ he said, next to her ear.

  ‘I know,’ Bonni whispered.

  ‘I like that.’ The tone of his voice, seductive and deep, totally melted her inside and the throbbing between her thighs escalated to wonderfully dangerous levels.

  ‘Ohh.’ She was done. His words and touch were seducing her into a puddle, and she was loving every second of it.

  She quivered, unable to control herself, and held on to him, which really wasn’t necessary, because he had her well in hand, one cradling the back of her head and the other her ass. She knew with every ounce of her being that, if she collapsed, he wouldn’t let her fall.

  The ding of the elevator broke through her haze and Bonni inhaled, taking in his scent before reluctantly stepping from his arms. He kept his hand at the base of her neck, his fingertips pressing in rather possessively, and she liked it.

  ‘Come closer,’ he whispered, and pulled her to his side, sliding his arm around her shoulder.

  The elevator door opened and a bunch of loud kids in bathing suits and carrying towels exploded into the elevator.

  ‘Going down?’ the oldest-looking one asked.

  ‘Nope,’ Quinn said. ‘Up. You’re going for a ride first.’

  ‘Aww,’ one of them complained. ‘I told you guys it wasn’t going down.’

  ‘They’re fast elevators; you’ll be there in no time,’ Quinn told the kids, and struck up a little conversation. He was at ease with them and Bonni liked to see this unexpected side of him.

  He glanced at her and smiled, giving her a slow wink that made her belly tumble a bit. She leaned into him and watched the kids. They didn’t seem to care that she and Quinn were in the elevator, and did some shoving and pushing, as boys do.

  The car stopped and he dropped his hand to rest at the curve of her waist, guiding her out. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own and heat rushed down to settle with a fire in her belly.

  She heard him chuckle as he followed her.

  ‘Have fun, boys,’ he said to the kids, and then they were in the silence of the corridor. He took her hand. ‘I’m down there.’

  ‘Lead the way.’ Bonni liked how he was taking control. For once, she could relax. Give up the need to be in charge. The need to steer events. The need to be in control.

  She was still feeling the sensuality of his touch, glad the interruption of the kids hadn’t interrupted their growing connection.

  ‘Here we go.’ He pulled out the key card and wasted no time whisking her into his room. She had barely crossed the threshold before he swept her up into his arms.

  Bonni was surprised. ‘You can’t carry me.’

  ‘Of course I can.’ He dipped his head and found her lips. Bonni placed her palm on his cheek, rough with a light stubble. She held his face,
once again welcoming the responsiveness of her body to his simple kiss.

  ‘This is where I’ve wanted you since we met.’ He stood back after laying her on the bed. ‘I want to look at you.’ Bonni was unable to be motionless. She felt as if her clothes had fallen away and he was able to see beneath her dress. It ramped up her arousal to fever pitch.

  ‘Lie still,’ he instructed.

  It was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. She breathed in shallow bursts and wondered if her heart could bear its rapid beating.

  ‘If you keep looking at me like that, there’s no way I can be still.’ She sat up and reached for him.

  ‘Your beauty astounds me.’ Quinn leaned over and ran his hand over the silky fabric of her dress on her thigh. She wriggled again. ‘Shh, stop moving.’

  ‘I can’t,’ she said, with a shaky breath.

  ‘Yes, you can.’ He smiled and looked at her from under his dark brows. Good Lord, this man had her all discombobulated. But in a wonderful way.

  He wrapped his fingers around her ankle and she held her breath, finally able to do as he wanted. She froze when his hand traced lightly up to her calf, then back down to touch the strap on her shoe.

  ‘I like these shoes. Maybe we can keep them on.’

  She nodded. Her eyes were glued to his as he placed a knee between her legs and his hands at either side of her hips. The bed sank under his weight and she slid closer to him.

  Quinn moved down her body and kissed her belly through the fabric of her dress. Heat from his mouth seared her and she flung her arms wide, clutching at the duvet. Quinn then worked his way up, keeping to the middle of her body, and when he was in the valley between her breasts, Bonni arched her back.

  ‘Easy . . . we have all night,’ he murmured against her flesh, just above the neckline of the dress.

  ‘You’re k-killing me,’ she moaned.

  ‘Good.’ His voice was muffled against her body.

  Quinn wanted to drive her higher. He knew she was turned on, and the rocking of her hips when he pushed a knee between her legs was the reward he was waiting for. More than anything, he wanted her naked and to sink himself into her heat.

  But first, he wanted to discover her. Find out what made her tick. What she desired, and how he could pleasure her.

  Yet the heat of her against his thigh was difficult to ignore. He inhaled and caught her scent, which was more intoxicating than any alcohol. Cinnamon, soap, citrus and her growing arousal combined in a lethal mixture that he would not soon forget. He rocked into her, and she tightened her thighs on his leg, holding him in place.

  Bonni sighed into him. Quinn groaned, unsure how much longer he’d be able to contain himself. He had to break the kiss, slow things down a bit but still keep her on a knife edge of desire.

  She was responsive, and he wasn’t surprised. He had sensed her underlying passion when he’d watched her move on the dance floor earlier. Now he was eager for her to move beneath him. She trembled and gasped when he ran his fingertips down her neck, pausing briefly at a throbbing vein, then over her shoulders and down her sides and back up. Quinn’s fingertips told him everything he needed to know.

  ‘How about we get this dress off you?’ He waited for her reply.

  She nodded and began to lift herself up. He was captivated by the rise and fall of her chest, and the way her nipples pushed against the fabric.

  The sight of them made him impulsive and he leaned down, gently nibbling on the hardened point through the material.

  ‘Quinn.’ Bonni moaned his name, and he looked at her. She nodded, giving him the go-ahead, arousal in her eyes.

  Quinn smiled and tugged the dress, slowly dragging it over her breasts, the thrill of anticipation made her nipples harder. She was wearing a lacy bra, one that allowed a seductive glance of her dusky nipples. He couldn’t help his growl of delight.

  He leaned down again and sealed his lips around the peak of her breast. She gasped and grabbed his head, sliding her fingers into his hair and holding him to her, making little mewling sounds. It was close to making him crazy with desire, and he enjoyed having this power over her.

  Lifting his head, he balanced on an elbow and tugged her dress down a little with his free hand. ‘Still in?’

  ‘All in,’ she replied, and her heavy-lidded gaze ignited him.

  Quinn shifted and rose to his knees. ‘Then why is this dress still not off?’ He pulled it lower.

  ‘Take it off.’ Bonni’s voice was husky and full of promise.

  He slid his hand under her bottom, raising her easily and drew the dress down her legs, moving to stand at the foot of the bed. He gazed at her in wonder.

  ‘That lingerie is incredible.’ His words were strained, his jeans not yielding to his erection. Quinn hadn’t been expecting the sight that greeted him. Never had he seen a woman who had such lean muscle and such soft curves, with skin that appeared as soft as satin. He could tell her generous breasts were firm, as was her torso, and his gaze traveled past her cute belly button to the soft rise of her beneath her panties. He ached to have those shapely thighs and calves wrapped around his hips, and would welcome the dig of her killer heels in his ass any day. He shook his head. ‘You are perfection.’

  Bonni laughed, low and seductive. It seemed to grab hold of him by the balls.

  She swung her legs over the side of the bed. ‘Now, it’s my turn.’

  She prowled toward him, and it was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

  ‘Time to get you naked,’ she told him.

  He reached for the buttons on his shirt and she pushed his hand away, shaking her head. ‘No. I want to.’

  He saw the concentration etched on her face as she quickly undid the buttons. Bonni slipped her fingers between the opening of his shirt, and he jumped when she touched his chest as lightly as a butterfly’s wing. It rocked him to his core.

  ‘Mmm. Chest hair. I do love a man with chest hair.’ She smiled up at him, and he thought he was a goner. ‘A little bit of grizzly in a man can be exciting.’

  ‘Have you ever been eaten by a bear?’ His voice was a low rumble.

  She laughed, tilting her head back, and the graceful elegance of her neck called to him.

  ‘As a matter of fact, I haven’t. Why, are you a bear?’

  ‘You did say you liked grizzlies, and Bear was a nickname through college.’

  ‘Well, isn’t that a coincidence.’ She leaned into him and placed her palms on his chest, brushed them across his hardened nipples. It was his turn to suck in a quick breath.

  ‘Woman, now it’s you who’s killing me,’ he growled.

  Bonni liked the responses she was getting from Quinn. They spurred her on. She swept her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed the shirt off, drawing it down his arms before tossing it aside. He was glorious to look at. She flattened her palms over his tanned flesh, and the smattering of hair across his muscled chest tickled her palms. Bonni felt lower, over the firm and ridged belly, down until she could dip her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans.

  He stiffened, and she stilled, looking up at him. ‘Now what do you have planned?’ he asked, and the tightness in his voice told her all she needed to know.

  ‘Well, maybe I’ll just copy what you did to me. Like, run my fingers around the waist of your jeans until I find the belt buckle.’ She touched him and liked the tremor that rumbled through him. ‘Then undo said buckle.’ The jingle of the metallic catch was loud in the room as she opened it. ‘Perhaps, unzip the fly.’ She pulled it down slowly. ‘Oh, what do we have here?’ She reached inside and swept her fingers over his erection.

  ‘You’ll find out soon enough.’ He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to steady himself.

  Bonni made a point of brushing her hands over him and smiled when he groaned. She gave a shove and his pants fell around his ankles. Clad only in tight athletic boxers, his bulge was delightfully large, and the silkiness of the shorts enhanced the steely f
eel of him beneath her fingers. Moving lower, she gently massaged his balls and ran her fingernails along the ridge of his cock.

  ‘And here we are.’ Bonni looked into his eyes.

  ‘Yes, here we are,’ he said, and slid his hands down her back to the clasp on her bra. He unclipped it and let it fall to the floor. Bonni drew in a soft breath at the shock of the air-conditioned air on her exposed nipples.

  ‘Just as I thought,’ he said. ‘Gorgeous.’

  Before she realized what he was doing, Quinn leaned down and his lips scorched a hot trail over the rise of her breasts. She tangled her fingers into his hair as he pushed her back until the edge of the bed stopped her. She sank down, and fell sideways across the soft duvet.

  Without missing a beat, Quinn shucked off his briefs and Bonni was spellbound at the sight of him. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties.

  ‘Off.’ The need for more words was unnecessary.

  Quinn came to her, the evidence of his arousal impressive and demanding. ‘Your wish is my command, madam.’

  He pushed her hands aside and drew her panties lower, letting his hand trail over her skin. The silky garment seemed so fragile in his strong fingers.

  He kneeled on the bed between her ankles, forcing her legs wider, leaving her completely exposed, and to a man she’d met only a couple of hours ago. And she wasn’t feeling the least bit shy.

  ‘Stunning,’ he murmured. ‘I’ve never seen a sweeter pussy.’ He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them further apart. She held her breath when he leaned down and kissed the crease of her thigh.

  ‘Condoms . . . in my purse.’

  ‘Patience, my lovely. We have all night.’

  His mouth had a magical touch. She moaned, raising her hips to him, and he slid his hands under her, lifting her even higher to give him better access. His tongue swept along her sensitive folds until he found her clitoris.

  ‘Quinn . . .’ His name came out in a hoarse whisper, and she couldn’t control the bucking of her hips as he gave her sublime attention. Bonni held his head, not wanting to let him go. Every little thing he did left her wanting more.