Endless Nights: Vegas Nights, Book 3

by Karen Erickson

  “I said price doesn’t matter,” he corrected, a mischievous smile curling his too-perfect lips.

  She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way his hand slid up and down her side, growing closer and closer to her breast with every upsweep. His touch affected her even more, considering she had no underwear on and the dress fabric was so thin. “Whatever. It’s a waste of money, what you’re about to spend.”

  “Let me be the judge of that.” He dipped his head and kissed her right behind her ear, making her shiver. “I swore you were at least a C cup.”

  Andrea tried to shove him away when he made a grab for her breast, embarrassment over her lack of size ruining the arousal that had started to simmer low in her belly. “Sorry to disappoint.”

  “Hey.” He clamped his arm tight around her, forcing her chin up with his other hand so their gazes met. “Trust me, I’m not disappointed. Far from it.”

  “Really?” She wanted to melt at the sweet way he was looking at her, his fingers gentle on her chin.

  “Really.” He released her chin and drew his index finger down her cheek, traced her lower lip. “The idea of just seeing you in some of this stuff they sell in here is enough to give me a hard-on. I might bust out of my jeans if I see the real thing.”

  She laughed, shook her head, but he continued to stare at her, his expression solemn, not even cracking a smile.

  Wow, he was serious. Like…dead serious. As in, she could feel his erection through his jeans serious. Her laughter slowly died and a surge of power ran through her. That she could affect him this strongly blew her mind.

  “Luke…” she started, but she had no idea what to say. How to react. What were they doing here exactly? A fun weekend in Vegas? Food, shopping, gambling and sex? She was fine with that, really she was. No way could she embark on any sort of serious relationship. Work took up almost all of her time and she liked it that way.

  She wasn’t lonely. Far from it. She had her friends…who worked just as much as she did. And she couldn’t remember the last time she went out on a date, let alone had a boyfriend. Not that Luke Nelson was boyfriend material. He was out of her league. Famous. Rich. In demand. Body of a god. Outrageously gorgeous face. She didn’t stand a chance.

  But here he was, looking at her like he wanted to devour her where she stood, with his erection pressing insistently against her belly in the middle of a store. His eyes blazed with hunger and he slipped his hand around her cheek, tilting her head back for his kiss. She parted her lips, her eyes slowly closed, and when she felt the first brush of his mouth on hers, she was lost.

  Only for her to be brought right back to reality at the sound of incessant throat clearing coming from behind them.

  “I have a dressing room started for you,” the store employee said when Andrea peeked over Luke’s shoulder. The woman smiled. “My name is Sabrina.”

  “Andrea,” she said weakly, wanting to melt a little when Luke pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

  “Wonderful to meet you. Now, if you’ll come with me?” Sabrina said expectantly.

  Luke released his hold on her, his hand skimming along her waist, dropping to her butt at the last minute so he could give it a squeeze. She leapt out of the way of his hand, sending him a look before she turned to Sabrina. “I’m all yours,” she said, noting Luke’s chuckle, no doubt at her choice of words, but chose to ignore him.

  “Come with me,” Sabrina said, waving her hand. Andrea fell into step behind her, casting a quick look at Luke as she started to walk.

  “I’ll be there in a minute, baby,” he called, making her blush. “Let me pick out a few things I want you to try on.”

  Oh God. She both dreaded and couldn’t wait to see what he brought to the dressing room.

  Luke leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, anticipation riding him. Andrea had been in that dressing room for the last fifteen minutes, refusing to let him see her in anything she’d tried on, and he knew for a fact that she’d tried on plenty.

  He kept seeing little scraps falling to the floor as she discarded one piece after another. Bras fluttering to the ground as she let them drop from her chest. Hell, he even caught her bending over and picking everything up off the floor. Imagine what she must look like, bent over and possibly naked?

  Yeah. It was all fueling his imagination—and he didn’t need any fuel. The woman worked him up like no other. They were at a store, for God’s sake. He needed to rein it in, not keep imagining ways to jump her discreetly so no one would notice.

  “Andrea,” he finally called, pushing away from the wall and stalking toward the dressing room she occupied. He rapped on the door, the sound loud in the otherwise hushed quiet of the store. “You gotta let me in.”

  “Hold on.” Her voice was muffled and he wondered what the hell she was doing. Sabrina the shop employee had come by a few minutes ago, checking on Andrea and sending him a knowing smile. Damn it, he didn’t like that knowing smile, more because he hadn’t got to see shit since Andrea started trying on things and stupid Sabrina must’ve seen something.

  Meaning he was jealous. Of Sabrina. Ridiculous.

  “What are you doing in there?” he asked, knowing he probably sounded like an impatient asshole, but guess what? He was an impatient asshole. He tried the door handle, but it was locked.

  Of course.

  Shit.

  “I said hold on!” She sounded as impatient as he did and he gripped the top of the dressing room door, bending his head down so he could stare at the floor. How long could it take? How much more would he have to wait? He just wanted to see her. Catch a glimpse of her in something thin and delicate, lace and silk, preferably in black. Or dark blue. There were quite a few pieces he saw in that color out on the sales floor, and he could imagine Andrea wearing something like that…

  The door suddenly opened, nearly driving the handle into his gut, and Luke backed away quickly. Andrea’s head appeared, peeking around the door, and she glanced around as if to make sure no one was nearby before she flicked her head and whispered, “Get in here.”

  Success. Feeling triumphant, he slipped inside the dressing room, thankful when she shut and locked the door before turning to face him.

  All thought evaporated from his head. He stared at her, taking all of her in, every last bit, afraid to speak for fear it would come out like a Neanderthal’s grunt, or worse, no sound would come out at all.

  “What do you think?” she asked nervously, resting her hands on her hips.

  Oh yeah. He needed to see all of her. Immediately.

  “Turn around,” he rasped, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, his muscles strung tight.

  Slowly she twirled, stopping when he ordered her to, and wordlessly he drank her in. Black strips of shiny fabric crossed her perfect ass in some sort of complicated pattern he couldn’t quite figure out, but hey, he could rip it off her later.

  Or now.

  Yeah, she might get pissed if he ripped it off her sexy-as-hell body before they even paid for everything.

  “You hate it,” she said, her voice flat.

  “Um, not even close.” He cleared his throat, feeling like a jackass. Why couldn’t he speak? What was wrong with him?

  She turned to face him once more and his gaze dropped to her chest. The bra she wore was that midnight blue color he’d seen so much of out in the store, trimmed in delicate black lace and dotted with tiny sparkles. Her breasts were plumped up, looking ready to spill from the cups. The panties were a little scrap of matching midnight blue that barely covered her pussy, her hips wrapped in more of those complicated black satiny straps of fabric.

  “What’s wrong then?” She rested her hands on her hips again but with a little more attitude this time, the position only making her look even sexier if that was possible. “I tried on a bunch and didn’t like any of it.
These are the only pieces I thought I looked decent in, but I don’t know. Maybe not.” She walked toward the mirror, reaching up to adjust the bra, pulling at the cups so her breasts jiggled and swayed.

  His gaze dropped to her ass. He stared at her like a drooling, starving dog as she shifted from one foot to another before she turned around and ran her fingers beneath the fabric on each cheek, adjusting her panties.

  Good lord. He broke out into a sweat. It felt far more intimate watching her readjust her underwear, contemplating herself with a critical eye. Women were so damn hard on themselves. She looked fucking sexy as hell, but he could tell she wasn’t pleased with what she saw. Why, he wasn’t sure. All he saw was perfection.

  Luke reached for her, pulling her to him so her back rested against his front. He met her gaze in the mirror, his hands gripping her hips, his cheek resting on top of her head. “You look amazing.”

  A little smile teased her lips. “You really think so?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He let his hands wander, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties at her hips, pulling her ass fully against his front. “Can’t you tell?”

  Her smile grew and she gave him a chastising look. “We can’t do anything bad in here. Sabrina will check on us at any minute.”

  “Really?” That made things a lot more interesting. “Well, we’re definitely getting this for you.”

  “Oh yeah?” She tilted her head back when he ran his mouth along her neck, giving him easier access. It pleased him, how easily she gave in to him. “I’m glad you like it.”

  He ran his hand across her belly, feeling it quiver beneath his touch. “I want to touch you,” he whispered.

  “You are touching me,” she whispered back.

  “Like this.” He dived his fingers beneath the front of her panties, encountering warm, wet flesh, and she moaned at first contact. “I want to watch you come.”

  Her eyes cracked open, meeting his once more in the mirror’s reflection. “But…Sabrina…”

  “Sshh.” He kissed her cheek, running his fingers back and forth across her pussy. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

  “God,” she choked out, widening her stance just like he asked, her eyes fluttering shut as he continued his assault on her flesh. “Luke…”

  “Gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you.” Damn, she was so wet. So hot. Her clit was swollen, her body loose and relaxed as she leaned against him, almost as if she was melting, and his cock surged, ready for satisfaction, but he told it to take a chill pill.

  This moment, right now, was all for Andrea.

  He continued to work her sensitive flesh with his fingers, kissing her neck, her ear, curving his other hand around her face so she turned into him and he could really kiss her. Her lips parted easily for his, their tongues stroking, low whimpers sounding in the back of her throat. He broke away from her first, telling her, “Open your eyes.”

  She did as she was told, watching them in the mirror. Her gaze was locked on his hand moving beneath her panties, as was his, and they watched together, arousal coursing through him. He wished he could fuck her right here. But he couldn’t. That would have to wait.

  Thank Christ they weren’t too far from his suite.

  Andrea started to move her hips, rubbing against his fingers, and he went still, his mouth at her ear as he whispered, “Take them off.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “Push them down. Your new panties. I want to see you when I make you come.”

  She grabbed hold of the delicate fabric at her hips and started to tug them down. He moved his hand to her belly, his fingers leaving a wet, sticky trail on her skin from her juices, and she worked her panties to halfway down her thighs before he was touching her again. Stroking her.

  Watching every movement in the mirror.

  He could see the moisture clinging to her folds, her thighs wide, the panties falling to her knees. She looked…obscene. Sexy as hell. Her hips lifted as if seeking his fingers and he slipped one inside her, making her gasp.

  “Just like that,” she said breathlessly, and he smiled. He knew this girl liked to be penetrated.

  Too bad he couldn’t penetrate her with his cock.

  “You like that?” he asked, fucking her with his fingers in earnest.

  She nodded eagerly, her gaze locked on his fast-moving hand. “Y-yes.”

  “You want to come?” He increased his pace.

  “Oh, please,” she said, sounding hopeful.

  He toyed with her clit, pressing his thumb against it, feeling her stiffen, her lips parting as a keening sound started…

  “How you doing in there?” Sabrina asked, rapping her knuckles on the door.

  They both went still, and her wide-eyed gaze met his in the mirror. She continued moving her hips like she couldn’t help herself, the slick sounds of his fingers in her pussy so fucking loud, but no way could he stop. Another whimper came from her, and he clapped his hand over Andrea’s mouth, silencing her.

  “Give us a minute,” he called, satisfaction filling him at the sight of Andrea’s expression crumpling beneath his hand. He could feel her mouth open, the rush of breath against his palm, the agonized moan. She was coming. Falling apart in his arms, her lids wavering, a gorgeous flush washing over her skin as her hips bucked against his hand. He felt her tremble, felt the clench and release of her inner walls around his fingers, and holy shit, he’d never seen her look sexier.

  “No problem,” Sabrina sing-songed, the clicking of her heels on the floor growing more distant as she walked away.

  Andrea tilted her head back against his shoulder, her entire body seeming to melt into his. Her shoulders jerked when he removed his hand from between her legs and he dropped his other hand from her mouth. The moment he let her go, she turned and lunged toward him, her mouth locking to his in one of the most passionate kisses he’d ever experienced.

  Jesus. If they kept these intense interactions going, he knew without a doubt he was in serious trouble.

  Chapter Six

  Andrea didn’t want to leave this bed. She didn’t want to take a shower. She didn’t want to get dressed. And no matter how horrible she felt over it, she definitely didn’t want to go back to her hotel to meet her friends and grab her suitcase. Doing all that meant she had to go back home.

  And she really didn’t want to do that.

  Last night with Luke had been…amazing. They had a fabulous dinner at a very expensive restaurant where she drank a few too many cocktails and ate the most delicious meal ever. Luke stayed glued to her side the entire time in the booth, his thigh pressed to hers, his mouth seeming to find hers when she least expected it. Those drugging kisses he delivered should come with a warning. The way he looked at her, like she was the prettiest woman in the entire world, went straight to her head. Made her feel special. Like she mattered to him.

  Stupid.

  Then there was that one moment, when he slipped his hand beneath the skirt of her dress and toyed with her? His fingers finding her wet and warm flesh, the wicked smile on his face when she sent him an evil glare that turned into a helpless moan in seconds. He made her come in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by tons of people. So hot. Almost as hot as when he brought her to orgasm in the lingerie store.

  Not to mention when they returned to his hotel suite. How many more times could she come without falling completely apart? Her entire body ached, her muscles were sore and her head was…empty. Blissfully, wonderfully empty.

  Hmm. Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration because currently her head was filled with worrisome thoughts of leaving Luke.

  She didn’t want to. Not at all.

  “Hey.” He shifted to his side, facing her so he could pull her into his arms. “You should probably jump in the shower.”

  He was so thoughtful, taking care of
her. She’d told him last night what time her flight was. He didn’t want her to be late.

  Or maybe he wanted to get rid of her…

  “I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured against her forehead, kissing her there. “Can’t you stay here one more night? With me? I don’t leave until Monday.”

  Okay, so he didn’t want to get rid of her. He was so sweet. So hard to resist. “I wish.” She pulled away slightly so she could look up at him and meet his gaze. “I have to be at work tomorrow.”

  Luke frowned, and she reached up, tracing her fingers across his lips. “Call in sick,” he said, delivering a kiss to her fingertip.

  “I have a flight I already paid for,” she protested.

  “I’ll pay for another one.”

  No way could she let him pay for her changing a flight. He’d paid for enough already. “My friends are waiting for me.” The guilt she felt for not hanging out with them stung. They were probably so mad at her. Not that she could blame them. What sort of a friend was she, disappearing so she could spend all of her time with a guy? A guy she would surely never see again in her life.

  “Wouldn’t they understand?” He slipped his fingers beneath her chin and kissed her. A soft, lingering meeting of lips again and again, until she felt his tongue delve into her mouth and she opened more for him and just like that, it turned hot. Wet. Deep. Everything within her went liquid, and she rolled with him when he positioned himself flat on his back.

  “I don’t know. I feel bad. I need…I need to go home,” she admitted, her voice small, her heart hurting when it had no business doing that. Emotions shouldn’t be allowed in this situation. They had a sinful weekend in Las Vegas together. A story she could tell for years to come, about the time she had lots and lots of sex with a famous football player.

  Why did it sound so cheap even in her thoughts, thinking of Luke that way?