Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

9

Amelia

From the moment I spotted him on the sidewalk, there’d been something about Zack that I couldn’t resist. Each of the kisses we’d shared had been mind-blowing, but this one took my reaction to a whole new level. “You’re a dangerous guy, Zack.”

“Never to you, beautiful. You’re always safe with me,” he promised.

I meant to explain that he was a threat to my virginity, not my well-being, but I lost track of my thoughts when he bent low to slide his arm under my knees and carried me bridal style through the house. From what I could see, the rest of the place was as gorgeous as the kitchen. Not that I was surprised, considering the gate, the impressive grounds, and the spacious house. None of it mattered, though. All I could focus on was Zack.

He lowered me onto the mattress of his king-sized bed and crashed down on top of me. His lips captured my mouth in another passionate kiss, and we were both panting for breath when he lifted his head to press kisses along my jawline. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb caressing the pebbled nipple through my dress. My back arched, pressing it deeper into his palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His gaze scanned me from head to toe. “Even more beautiful now that I’ve finally got you where you belong.”

“Finally? We just met two days ago.” My voice hitched at the end when he slid his hand under the neckline of my dress.

“That might be true,” he conceded as he tugged the sheer material down to get better access to my cleavage. “But I’ve been looking for you my whole damn life, Amelia.”

“You do realize that saying stuff like that makes you even more dangerous.” Not just to my body. To my heart, too. I was starting to believe he really meant that he wanted more than just a weekend fling while I was in town.

“What about when I do something like this?” he asked, moving down my body to slide the hem of my dress up my thighs. When he got the material up to my hips, he commanded, “It’s time for you to drop those pretty panties for me.”

When he’d fixed my clothing back in his office and talked about the next time he got me like this, I hadn’t really thought it would ever happen. I’d never been happier to be proven wrong about something than I was at this moment with Zack’s body hovering over mine. “Give me a little room,” I requested as I lifted my hips off the mattress.

Zack levered off my body, and I tugged my panties down until I could kick them off.

“Thanks, beautiful.” He nudged my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. “Perfect for me to get another taste of you.”

Using two fingers to open my lips wide, he licked up the center. My hips jerked up at the touch of his tongue, and his hands gripped my upper thighs to hold me down as he groaned. “I’m already addicted. I’ll need to get my fix every day from now on.”

If he gave me more mind-blowing orgasms like the one in his office earlier, I’d be more than willing to splay myself out and let him feast whenever he wanted. In a lucky coincidence, I was pretty sure I was already addicted to the pleasure his mouth could give me. Pressing my head back against the pillows, I focused on the feel of his tongue circling my clit. When he worked a finger inside me, my pussy clenched around it.

“I’m so close already,” I admitted as my body went taut.

His only response was to suck on my clit harder before he bit down gently. The little pinch of pain sent me flying over the edge. My hips jerked up again, and he replaced his finger with his tongue. I rode his face until the last of my orgasm passed, and then he rose to his knees.

My head was reeling from my climax, and I had a difficult time focusing on Zack as he slid his zipper down to free his cock. His dark eyes burned into mine as he demanded, “Tell me you want me inside you as much as I need to be there.”

“Yes,” I gasped as my legs wrapped around his hips, lining us up perfectly. His hard length pressed against my core, and my head finally cleared enough for me to remember I needed to tell Zack something important. Wrapping my hands around his biceps, I whispered, “You should probably—”

Before I finished my confession, he drove inside in one powerful thrust. I let out a little yelp, and he dropped his forehead against mine. “Fuck,” he groaned, his dark eyes burning into mine. “I’m so sorry, beautiful. If I’d known you’d saved your cherry for me, I would’ve been gentler this time around.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know that there’s a good way to do this, no matter what,” I reassured him, remembering the horror stories I’d heard from friends about how awful losing their virginity had been.

“Give yourself a little bit to get accustomed to me, and I’ll prove you wrong,” he promised before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.

By the time he lifted his head again, the pain was a faint memory. I wiggled my hips and felt a tingle of pleasure race up my spine. “You might be right about that.”

“Of course, I am. How could I not be when you’re so fucking perfect?” He slowly withdrew. “Tight.” Then he plunged back inside. “Wet.” He stared down at me as he pulled back again. “And all mine.”

His control seemed to snap on the last word, and he kept repeating it as his rhythm sped up, pushing me closer to the edge. “Come for me,” he growled. “Now.”

I flew apart, crying out his name as my body convulsed around him. My pussy clamped down around his hard length while I saw stars burst behind my eyelids. His body shuddered, and he groaned, “Your pussy feels too damn good strangling my cock. I didn’t have a chance in hell of lasting any longer.”

He rolled onto his back, and I cuddled into his chest. “You won’t hear me complaining, not when you gave me two orgasms of my own.”

“Rest up, beautiful. The night’s not over yet.”

* * *

I mentally cursedmy internal alarm clock when my eyes popped open at eight o’clock the next morning. Zack has woken me up twice throughout the night, so I hadn’t gotten much sleep, but once I was up, there was no going back to bed for me. Since he was still knocked out—and who could blame him when he’d done all the work each time we’d had sex—I slowly slid out from under his arm and rolled off the mattress. After tiptoeing into the bathroom and freshening up a bit, I stole a T-shirt and boxers from the top drawers in his massive walk-in closet. Then I headed to the kitchen to explore his top-of-the-line appliances.

I had my head buried in the Viking double oven when a feminine voice startled me.

“Are you going to be my new stepmom?”

My head banged against the top of the oven at her question. “Ouch,” I grumbled as I stood and turned to find the girl from the picture on Zack’s desk—his daughter—standing near the refrigerator.

“Sorry about that.” Her lips curved up in a grin, and her dark eyes—so very much like her father’s—gleamed with humor. “I didn’t stop to think about how I might’ve startled you.”

“It’s okay,” I reassured her with a smile, my hand dropping back to my side. “I think it was what you said more than anything else.”

Her gaze dropped down to The Artemis logo on the shirt I’d borrowed, making me acutely aware that it had to be obvious I’d come from her dad’s bed since I was wearing his clothes. “In my defense, my dad has never brought anyone home with him before. So, it’s not as though my leap to that conclusion was super huge.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” It wasn’t as though I could give a big whoop of joy over her confirmation that I really was special to her dad without scaring the poor girl, no matter how much I might want to.

“How about we introduce ourselves?” she suggested. “I’m Delia, Zack’s daughter.”

“And I’m Amelia,” I replied.

“Amelia and Delia. I like it!” Her grin grew wider. “But we might need to get creative with other names.”

“Other names?” I echoed softly, shaking my head in confusion.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted a little sister,” she admitted with a sly grin. “Maybe you could get to work on that for me?”

“A sister? Um, no. I just met your dad a couple of days ago. It’s way too soon to be talking about stuff like marriage and babies.” Although, maybe it wasn’t since we hadn’t used a single condom last night...

“You’d think so, except it happens all the time around here.”

My head jerked back in shock. “I thought your dad had never been married before?”

“Oh, not him.” Delia pointed at a framed picture on the fireplace mantel in the living room. “My uncle proposed to my aunt the same weekend they met and didn’t waste any time giving me cousins.”

“I guess love at first sight does happen sometimes,” I conceded. “But it doesn’t mean that’s what’s going to happen with your dad and me since it’s not the usual for couples.”

“Around here it is. You’ve got my aunt and uncle.” Delia lifted up her hand and started ticking off her fingers. “And then there’s a bunch of my dad’s friends who’ve gotten married super-fast, too. Drew and Autumn, Griffith and Belle, Maddox and Ariel, Will and Aurora, Knox and Addilyn, Julian and Anna. The list is long, and there are plenty of babies to go around...except none of them are my little sisters”—she grinned mischievously and winked—“yet.”

I would’ve asked about all the fairy-tale princess names, except I was too busy trying to wrap my brain around all the examples of love at first sight she was able to rattle off from the top of her head. I was starting to think Delia really did want me to marry her dad and give her siblings...and it might be crazy, but I was hoping her dad was on board with the plan, too.