Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

5

Amelia

The last thing I should’ve done was give myself over to a kiss from a guy who’d just carried me out of my cousin’s bachelorette party, but my body wasn’t willing to listen to my brain. My arms twined around his neck as his lips pressed against mine. When his tongue teased my lips, they parted on a sigh. Zack took full advantage, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss further.

By the time he lifted his head, it had taken me a minute to clear the sensual haze from my brain. Dropping my arms to my sides, I leaned back and glared up at him. “You can’t just carry me out of a restaurant and kiss me senseless!”

Male satisfaction gleamed from his dark eyes, and his lips curved up in a smug grin. “My kisses make you senseless?”

“That’s not the point,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest to hide his view of my nipples. They were puckered and pressed against my dress, and he didn’t need to see the proof of how I’d reacted to his kiss.

“The way we make each other feel is definitely the point,” he disagreed, bending toward me. He cupped my cheek and traced his thumb over my bottom lip. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss you gave me last night, and I refuse to believe you were able to walk away from me without remembering every second like I’ve been doing.”

There was no way I was going to admit to dreaming about him all night long, so I shook my head. A deep growl rumbled up his chest, and I sputtered, “I-um-you...”

“If you’re not willing to admit how much you want my kisses, I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

It was his only warning before his mouth crashed over mine again. My wits scattered when his tongue glided against mine, and the kiss quickly spiraled out of control. “Your kisses taste as sweet as I remembered,” he groaned before pressing our lips together harder.

One of his hands tangled into the back of my hair, and I whimpered into his mouth. He reached around with the other, splayed it against my back, and pulled me closer. He was cradled between my legs, and I felt the hard length of his dick pressed against my core. Feeling the proof of his desire for me made me tremble in need—and a touch of fear at his size—and he rubbed his hands up and down my arms a few times before cupping my face. I felt off-balance, perched on the edge of the desk, while my body reacted in ways it never had before, and my hands reached up to grip his biceps. “I spent all of last night and most of today wondering if your pussy tastes even better,” he growled.

“Oh, my goodness.” My thighs tried to press together at the thought of his mouth on me, but with his sexy body in the way, they just hugged him tighter.

Tilting my head to the side, he placed slow, wet kisses down the column of my neck. He paused at my pulse point to murmur, “I’d bet everything I own that it does.”

My hips jerked up involuntarily, and he let out a low chuckle. “You want me to find out, don’t you?”

Forming complete sentences was beyond my capability at the moment, so I just gasped, “Uh-huh.”

His hands drifted along my neck, across my shoulders, and down to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me shiver. He didn’t linger there, his touch quickly drifting down my torso. My back arched, and a little whimper escaped from my lips. “As badly as I want to see your pretty tits, I need to make you come more.”

He inched the bottom of my dress up my thighs until my black lacy panties were visible. “So fucking pretty. Are you wet for me, Amelia?” He swiped his thumbs over the gusset of my panties. “Fuck. You’re drenched.”

My hips lifted off the desktop, and his hold on me tightened. “I can’t wait any longer to get a taste.”

“Then don’t,” I suggested as I leaned back and braced my elbows against the desktop.

He pulled my panties to the side and held my pussy lips open with his thumbs, exposing my pink center to his gaze—and touch. He bent his head low, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I let out a little scream. “Shh, beautiful. Nobody should be here at this time of night, but if I’m wrong, I don’t want anyone to hear your pleasure except me.”

He dropped to his knees and wedged his shoulders between my thighs. His hot breath hit my pussy, and I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop my moans from spilling out. He licked up my slit, and a growl rumbled up his chest. “So damn good. I’m already addicted with just one taste.”

He devoured my pussy, licking and sucking every inch until I writhed on the desk. Then he stiffened his tongue and plunged it into my core—in and out, quickly building me up and almost driving me over the edge. My body clenched, and my head flung back as he feasted on me. “I’m so close,” I panted.

“Come for me,” he commanded before dragging his tongue up to my clit and nibbling at it.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and I flew apart. Zack licked me through my orgasm, not letting up until my shudders subsided. I was still dazed when he pulled away from me and stood. “Next time I get you like this, you’re going to drop those pretty panties for me,” he rasped as he cupped my core through the drenched material before helping me off the desk and smoothing the skirt of my dress back into place.

“That’s probably a good idea since I’m a mess,” I mumbled as I pressed my legs together, my cheeks heating when I realized I’d been wet enough for my inner thighs to be damp and sticky.

“A delicious mess,” Zack teased with a grin as he popped his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Hey, now.” My eyes sprang back open when I felt the gentle touch of his fingers stroking my cheek. “I don’t ever want you to feel embarrassed by what happens between us. It’s too fucking special to feel even a moment of regret.”

“I’ll try my best,” I whispered as butterflies swirled in my belly at how sweet he was. “But I really do need to get cleaned up before I see other people.”

“You can use the bathroom, beautiful,” he offered, jerking his chin toward the door to my left.

“Thanks.” My voice rose at the end when he patted my butt as I walked past him. After I shut the door behind me, I hurried to the sink to splash my face with cold water. I felt awkward using his boss’s luxurious, private bathroom, but I hadn’t been joking about my need to clean up. I couldn’t imagine walking through the hotel and restaurant in my current state.

After using the toilet—and going through a ridiculous amount of toilet paper because I refused to use his boss’s thick black towels to clean up the mess Zack had made of me—I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands in the sink. With my mussed hair, puffy lips, and rosy cheeks, I looked like a completely different person. “You’re a wild one, Vegas Amelia.”

“Hey, sweetie. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

My head swiveled toward the door at the sound of Zack’s deep voice...calling someone else “sweetie.” Whoever he was talking to spoke softer than he did, but it was definitely a woman since the tone was distinctly feminine. I shut off the water and tiptoed to the door to press my ear against it, but I missed her reply.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m always happy to see you.”

He sounded flustered—which made sense, considering he’d almost been caught giving me a mind-blowing orgasm on the top of his boss’s desk. And by a woman he probably had a romantic relationship with based on what I’d heard so far.

“I just wanted to let you know I won’t be home tonight. Stacy is going through a bad breakup and shouldn’t be alone. I’m going to stay with her tonight and help her drown her sorrows in ice cream and chick flicks.”

My head thumped against the door as the full meaning of what the woman said hit me. They lived together. I was a home-wrecker!