by Shana Gray
“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 are 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 feel 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 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 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 farther 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.
His thumb circled her opening, as he found her clit again. His hand and mouth moved in unison, as if their whole purpose in this world was to give her pleasure. Bonni couldn’t do anything except lay there and feel as she rocketed toward an orgasm.
He was talented, there was no doubt about that, and she didn’t even want to think where he’d gained such skills, only that she was the recipient of them now.
“Q-quinn…mmm.” Bonni drew in ragged breaths. He held her bottom in a vise-like grip, keeping her up, relentlessly drawing out more and more sensations. She held her breath, clasping at the sheets with her hands. As the wave of pleasure reached its peak, she came apart under him. Unable to keep her body still, she shuddered, and he held her tight, drawing out her release with excruciating delight. She’d been holding her breath, and it whooshed out of her. Gradually, she started to relax, but he wouldn’t let her and found another orgasm lurking deep inside her.
“Ahhh.” Bonni’s body tensed and she crumpled to the bed in a mind-numbing rush of release that she let take her over the edge into a vast abyss. She closed her eyes and then opened them again to see him looking at her from between her knees.
“My God.” Bonni just lay there, unable to move as he came up to lie beside her. He gathered her, rolling her into him, and she
rested her head on his chest.
“That’s never…” She couldn’t find the right words.
“Then I’m glad I was the first.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and ran his hand over her body, comforting and calming, yet keeping the embers of her arousal smoldering.
His erection, insistent and tempting between them, lured her. Bonni reached down and held him, gently squeezing and running her fingers along his length. She sighed, loving the feel of him.
He groaned, and his muscles constricted.
“My purse,” she murmured into his shoulder. He reached over and got it from the table. Bonni let him go and fumbled to open it. The condoms the girls had given her scattered over the rumpled bedsheets.
Quinn chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
“In for a session, are we?” He grinned and poked the packages on the bed.
Bonni felt surprisingly at ease with him. “A girl has to be prepared.” He chuckled, and she loved the intimacy of the moment. The afterglow of her orgasm lingered, and being snuggled next to him seemed absolutely perfect. “Well, if truth be told, my friends snuck them into my bag while we were dancing. They are clearly much more prepared than I.”
“I see.” He squeezed his arm on her shoulder. “Not something that you do on a regular basis?”
“Ha! Far from it. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve slept with anyone,” Bonni found herself admitting. “How about you?” she asked him quietly, not really sure she wanted to know the answer. Before he could, she placed her hand on his chest. “No, please don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.”
Their gazes met, and Bonni was the first to look away, resting her head back on his shoulder and feeling the rise of his chest when he drew in a big breath. It was the first slightly awkward moment between them.
“Whenever you want to know, just ask,” he told her, which quite nicely moved them past the moment.
Bonni didn’t respond, and instead ran her hand across his belly and a bit lower, until her fingers brushed his pubic hair. There was something about this man that made her comfortable. It could be any one of the numerous qualities she was discovering about him: his quiet confidence, his larger-than-life presence, his skill in the sexual department, or his ability to sense her mood.