Endless Nights: Vegas Nights, Book 3

by Karen Erickson

  “Lacy panties,” Luke said, gathering the fabric of her skirt in one hand so he could touch the flimsy waistband of her underwear with the other. “Fuck me.”

  Yes. She’d like to do that, as soon as possible. Forget foreplay. It was torture. She felt tortured, the way he touched her, the words he said, how he kissed and licked her skin. He hadn’t even gotten to her good parts yet. She might just combust before that happened and damn it, she didn’t want to miss a thing.

  “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling the dress up as he took a step back. “Lift your arms, baby.”

  She did as he asked, keeping her gaze straight ahead as he pulled her dress over her head and off her body completely, tossing it to the ground. Another gust of chilled air bathed her skin, hardening her nipples, making goose bumps rise, and she settled her hands back on the glass, closing her eyes when Luke slipped his arms around her, his hands completely engulfing her breasts.

  “No bra,” he said against her ear, his fingers teasing her nipples.

  Andrea bit back the moan that wanted to escape. “Impossible to wear with the dress.”

  “I knew I liked that dress for multiple reasons.” He squeezed her breasts, and she turned to look up at him, drawing in a surprised breath when he kissed her, his tongue delving deep, his hands sliding down her stomach to rest at her hips, and she closed her eyes, lost.

  She had a crook in her neck from the position, but she didn’t care. His tongue circled hers, his hands slipped beneath the thin lace straps that crossed at her hips, and everything within her went liquid.

  “Keep your hands on the glass,” he commanded when she started to drop them, and she went still, pressing her palms against the giant window. She opened her eyes, keeping her head bent, waiting in breathless anticipation as he stepped away and left her there.

  All alone.

  Oh crap, what was he doing? She swallowed hard, her mind racing to the worst possibilities, of course. If he brought back a friend, she would freak the hell out. If he had a camera, or whipped out his cell phone and snapped a photo of her like this, she’d kick his ass. Seriously. It didn’t matter if he was made like a freaking mountain—she’d use her heels and kick him where it hurt a man the most.

  But she had a feeling he wasn’t going to do anything bad to her. Or if it was bad, she would enjoy every naughty minute of it.

  No, really, she knew it was going to be good. So, so freaking good that she’d probably never forget it.

  Ever.

  “Damn, you look pretty like that, waiting for me in the panties and heels.”

  Andrea glanced over her shoulder to find Luke standing mere feet away from her, hands in the front pockets of his jeans, as casual as he pleased. Though his cheeks had a distinct ruddiness to them. And his mouth was swollen. Oh, and other things looked swollen too.

  Like the front of his jeans.

  “Um.” She paused, licked her lips and noticed the heat flaring in his gaze. This was heady stuff, how easily she affected him. “Where did you go?”

  He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, a condom wrapper clutched between his fingers. “Wanted to grab one of these.”

  She arched a brow. Crap, did he always pack condoms with him in the hopes of getting laid? Protection was best. Protection was smart, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about all this. Uneasiness slid down her spine, and she turned away, facing out the window once more.

  The air shifted between them, filled with tension—and not necessarily the good kind. She hung her head and took a deep breath, her hands still braced on the window. She felt him draw near, his body heat reached out toward her, as well as his delicious scent. His hand touched her lower back, fingers drifting, and she shivered despite herself.

  “They were in the bathroom,” he said. “The hotel provided them.”

  “Oh.” She swallowed hard, feeling like an idiot. Of course he came to Vegas to get laid. He was famous. Rich. Handsome. He could own this town and all the pretty young things with a snap of his fingers.

  This realization didn’t make her feel any better.

  “Can I confess something to you?”

  “Um, sure?” She really hoped this was a good confession. Not a I’m-a-serial-killer-type reveal.

  His touch grew firmer, his hands sliding around her waist, gripping her. “I haven’t been with a woman in…a while.”

  This revelation should not make her feel good. But it did. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” He nestled his solid, warm body close to hers, and she let out a shivery breath at first contact. She couldn’t wait to feel him press her into the mattress, his body totally engulfing hers. Her skin was on fire just thinking about it.

  “Can I ask why?” Or maybe she didn’t want to know.

  “Hadn’t found anyone who interested me.” He said it casually, like no big deal, but it felt like a big deal to her. That no one had interested superstar Luke Nelson until…her?

  Get out of town.

  “But somehow I interested you?” She had to ask. Had to know. Needed to hear more because he was blowing her mind here.

  “Oh yeah. Definitely. Such a pretty face, so sweet, a nurse, for Christ’s sake. A nurse wearing the most sinful dress I’d ever seen.” He slid his hands around to her belly, one trailing lower, lower still, until his fingers slipped beneath the front of her panties and touched her pubic hair, then went further until he gently caressed her wet flesh. She sucked in a harsh breath and held it, lifting her hips to give him better access. “Hmm, you’re soaked.”

  She had no words. The men she’d been with in her past didn’t make comments about the condition of her private parts. There were usually a bunch of groans and grunts and on occasion an enthusiastic “oh yeah”, but that was about the gist of it.

  Luke was touching her boldly, his hand between her legs, fingers searching her folds, an appreciative hum sounding from deep in his chest. That sound, his touch, his body surrounding hers, all of it made her wetter, hotter, and she leaned back against him, rubbing her butt against his front, earning a deep male groan for her efforts.

  “Tease,” he whispered, though he didn’t sound upset. And how could she be upset when his hand worked so diligently beneath her panties, his assured fingers knowing just how to stroke her, circling and flicking her clit. Anticipation swam through her veins, making her tense up, her breath coming in shuddery breaths. She was close, so close. Extra close…

  “Not yet.” He withdrew his hand from her panties and she sagged against him, trying to calm her racing heart. She teetered on the edge, she was so sensitive, so primed. Why in the world did he stop?

  “Now who’s the tease?” she accused, her voice weak. It was only when her panties fell to her knees did she realize he was taking them off. She stepped out of them, squealing when he dropped to his knees, raining kisses all over her butt. His fingers dipped close, toying with her, and she arched her back, not caring anymore what she looked like, what he thought, or how she was behaving.

  She wanted his mouth on her. Now.

  “Hmm, anxious?” One long finger slipped inside her and she sighed, then moaned when he licked her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she choked out, disappointment filling her when he pulled away, his hands going to her waist again, giving her a squeeze before he let go. “Where…what are you doing?” If he walked away now she would scream, and not with pleasure either. More like agony, because she was so close, so freaking close to coming, she would do just about anything to make it happen.

  That would include tying Luke down on the bed—wherever it was—and using him all night long.

  “I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was gruff and she heard a clank as he undid his belt and a zip as he shoved at his jeans. She looked behind her, her mouth dropping open when she caught first sight of his monster cock.

  Oooh, it was big. Long an
d thick and whoa, did he really think that thing was going to fit?

  Only one way to find out.

  She made him anxious. And no woman had ever made him feel like that. He was so eager to get inside her, his hands shook as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, then tore into the condom and rolled it on like a jittering fool. But holy hell, the way she responded to him, that brief taste of her…how fucking beautiful she looked standing there now only in the heels—Jesus.

  The woman flat out tore him up. Made him feel crazed.

  Glancing up, he caught her watching him, those big velvety brown eyes wide, her face flushed, her lips parted like they were waiting for his kiss.

  He leaned in and kissed her, his cock prodding at her perfectly shaped ass. She opened for him, the kiss turning sloppy in an instant. Sliding tongues and low moans, and she rubbed her sexy little backside against his cock, making him groan, tightening his fingers around her hips.

  “I can’t wait,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you right where you stand.”

  A gasp escaped her, those big eyes popping open and staring up at him. “Really?”

  “Really,” he said firmly, shifting her back into position. She may have been tall for a woman, but he still towered over her, and he leaned in, dropping kisses along her shoulder, down her back. She shivered beneath his lips, her skin so soft and pretty, warm and flushed with arousal. He stood, smoothing his hand down the center of her back. “Hold on.”

  Andrea grasped at the glass, her entire body tense as he slowly pushed inside her. He kept his gaze locked on his cock as it disappeared within her body, sweat forming on his forehead, his mind spinning. She was so tight, so hot. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making it difficult for him to breathe, to concentrate, to even move.

  A low moan escaped her and he paused, running his hand over one perfect ass cheek, needing her to relax. “You feel so good,” he gritted out from between his teeth, and she wiggled her butt, spreading her legs.

  He sank further, both of them groaning, and he slowly started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, keeping up a steady rhythm designed to drive them out of their minds. His entire body shook and so did hers, and he couldn’t believe the first time they had sex he was fucking her from behind.

  What kind of asshole was he?

  Well, she didn’t seem to mind. She was pushing back with his every thrust, little moans and whimpers falling from her lips, her hair spilling down her back as she tossed her head. She grappled at the window, her hands slipping against the glass as she tried to hold on, but she was having a hell of a time.

  He could relate.

  Without thought he grabbed hold of the ends of her hair and tugged, lightly at first, testing her. She had the softest, glossiest hair he’d ever felt. It curled easily around his fingers, the sensuous waves clinging to his hands. When she didn’t protest, he pulled harder and she moaned, the sound driving him fucking crazy.

  “Faster,” she whispered, surprising him. “Please.”

  Andrea wanted faster? He’d give her faster. He increased his pace, slamming his hips against her ass, going balls-deep, just as he imagined earlier. She took it, encouraging his every deep thrust with sexy little whimpers. Harder and harder he pressed into her, again and again. He was relentless, his fingers digging into her skin, sweat dripping, his chest tight, his balls heavy and ready to explode.

  “Close,” he bit out. “I’m so fucking close. You with me?”

  She nodded, turning her head so their gazes met. Locked. She shifted, backing up into him, sending him deep, and her eyes slid halfway closed, a sexy moan falling from her lips. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Right there. Oh my God.”

  Oh yeah. He could feel her inner walls clutch around him, pulsing, almost vibrating. He witnessed her falling apart, her entire body consumed with shudders, his name falling from her lips in a keening wail that had his own orgasm ripping out of him.

  His mind blanked. He gathered her up, taking a step forward, their bodies still intimately connected as he pressed her against the glass. They were both panting, his breaths ragged, his chest aching, his entire body aching. She shivered within his embrace, her hands dropping to her sides as he pushed her against the glass.

  “Do—do you think anyone saw us?” she asked, her voice choppy.

  He chuckled and dropped a kiss to her temple, breathing deep her intoxicating scent, mingled with his own and the smell of sex. “If they did, we just put on a hell of a show.”

  She laughed, the sound soft. “That was…”

  “Amazing?” he finished for her. He needed to pull out. Discard the condom. Pick her up and carry her to bed and do this all over again.

  “Egotistical much?” She was nodding, though, her hair brushing against his jaw. “Yes, it was amazing. But it was also a little crazy.”

  “Crazy?” He smoothed his hand along her side, memorizing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip with his fingers.

  Andrea shivered, lifting up her arms so she could wrap them around his neck from behind. The position did amazing things for her body. Thrusting out her chest, her hard nipples beckoning for his touch. “Crazy in a good way. I’ve never, uh, had sex standing up before.”

  Hmm. He had a feeling she wasn’t a wild girl, but she certainly was responsive. And so far, up for anything. “I’m to blame for that. I couldn’t wait.”

  “I didn’t mind,” she admitted. “I kind of liked that you couldn’t wait.”

  He took hold of her chin and turned her face toward his so he could kiss her. He meant for it to be soft and sweet, but the kiss grew hot in an instant. Wet. Deep.

  Out of control.

  Luke broke away from her, grabbing hold of her hips so he could withdraw from her body. “I’m getting rid of this condom and we’re going back to the bedroom where we can do this properly.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Do it properly?”

  “Yeah, in a comfortable bed where I can have my way with you all night and linger over my favorite parts.”

  “What exactly are your favorite parts?”

  “All of you. Every single bit.” He dropped a kiss to her nose. “Come on, baby. Let me teach you a lesson or two about stamina.”

  She grinned up at him. “Has anyone ever told you that your ego is tremendous?”

  “All the damn time.” He grinned.

  Chapter Four

  The morning after a sex-filled night was usually an awkward thing. At least, that’s what Andrea tended to experience. Uncomfortable smiles and stilted conversation as one or the other—depending on whose place you spent the night at—gathered up their clothing as fast as they could and hauled ass home.

  Most of the time never to be seen again.

  Okay, fine, she’d had a few relationships, but nothing too terribly long-lasting. Nothing outrageously serious. She’d always yearned for serious. Having sex with a pro football player was like a fantasy come to life, but serious? Um, no, not even close.

  Turned out, though, the morning after with one sexy-as-hell, unbelievably-talented-in-the-bedroom-as-well-as-out-on-the-field Luke Nelson was a different thing entirely.

  Andrea woke up to him kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest…his mouth drifting across her nipples, teasing her, driving her out of her sleepy mind. She kept her eyes closed, lying there in that deliciously wonderful dreamy half-awake state, her entire body relaxed, muscles loose, her skin warm and becoming warmer everywhere Luke’s lips touched.

  He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling, teeth nibbling and making her flinch. No sheets covered them, not even the comforter, and she figured he must’ve pushed them off, exposing her completely, not that she cared.

  Never before had she ever felt so appreciated by a man. It was as if Luke worship
ped her body. He touched her, kissed her, stroked her, fucked her with what she could only describe as reverence. The bonus from all that reverence? She’d had so many orgasms since last night she lost count.

  “I know you’re awake,” he said, his voice this low, husky rumble that made her tremble. “I just ordered room service. We have twenty-five minutes until they’ll be here. How many orgasms do you think I can give you by the time they’re knocking on the door?”

  Knowing him and his single-minded pursuit, she would guess many, many times.

  She went weak just thinking about it.

  “Tell me,” he encouraged, his mouth on her belly. “Make a guess.”

  “I don’t know,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. There was something about not letting anything distract her from the feeling of his talented mouth on her skin. Nothing else like it in the world. “Two?”

  He made a dismissive noise. One that said, That’s all you think I’ve got?

  “I’m not multiorgasmic,” she insisted, hissing in a sharp breath when he moved down the mattress so his shoulders were wedged between her legs, his mouth right at her sex. She could feel his breath brush across her sensitive skin, and she shivered in anticipation.

  He’d put his mouth on her last night. Early this morning. A few hours ago. Many times, actually. He knew just what to do with that mouth and tongue too. Oh, and his fingers. Yes, she really liked it when his fingers got involved.

  “You were definitely having lots of orgasms last night,” he murmured, the arrogance lacing his voice making her open her eyes.

  The smug smile on his face was worth seeing. His dark eyes sparkled. His hair was a wreck, sticking this way and that and making her want to reach out and smooth it down.

  Or reach out and shove his face against her so he could get to bringing her all of those promised orgasms.

  “That was an…exceptional moment,” she explained, feeling lame. So lame she felt the blush tinge her cheeks, making them warm.