Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

5

Aurora

“Iguess this really is a date if you brought me to your house after dinner, huh?” Between all the kissing we did in the cab, and where we were, his reason for ordering dessert to go was abundantly clear. The embarrassment he’d mentioned was because of how turned on he was—which I’d felt for myself when we’d been pressed against each other during the ride over.

“Of course it is, baby.” Will laced his fingers with mine and led me up the sidewalk to a ranch-style, stucco house. “But you already knew that since you admitted to this being a date earlier.”

“Don’t try to use your lawyering skills on me,” I chided in a teasing tone as my cheeks filled with heat. “It wasn’t an admission so much as me being thrown off by your lack of concern over Knox’s reaction to us having dinner together.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll let that one slide.” His charming smile and wink made my toes practically curl. We made it to the top of the steps, but he didn’t release my hand. Instead, he set the bags on the ground so he could pull his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door. After opening it, he ushered me in ahead of him. “But only since you just admitted to it...again.”

I laughed and shook my head as I checked out what I could see of the inside of his home. The living room had tile flooring and vaulted ceilings. The furniture was brown leather and looked comfortable, perfect for snuggling. The couch faced a fireplace, and there was a big flat-screen television mounted over it. His place had a definite bachelor pad vibe going on, but it didn’t look like a frat house the morning after a party—thank goodness—because I wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to clean up if it had. “You’re not going to cut me any slack, are you?”

“When it comes to getting you to go out with me on actual dates? Not a chance in hell.” He winked at me as he tugged on my hand and led me into the kitchen. Any resemblance to a bachelor pad ended there. It had granite counters, stainless steel appliances, and a noticeable lack of dirty dishes. There was even a bowl of fresh fruit sitting out, full of apples and pears.

Will pulled all the boxes out of the bags and spread them out on the counter. Then he grabbed a couple of spoons and forks from a drawer next to the sink. He slid one of each in my direction and asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

Eyeing the sheer volume of sugary goodness in front of me, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to need something to wash this down.”

“Follow me,” he instructed as he headed toward the door off to the left of the kitchen.

I walked into the garage with him but veered away from a beverage fridge on my left because I spotted the motorcycle sitting on the opposite side of his garage. I drifted over to it as though pulled by a string. When I got close, I trailed my fingers over the glossy black paint. He’d been super preppy looking this morning, all buttoned up in a suit and tie with those sexy glasses perched on his nose. “Tattoos and a motorcycle, huh?”

“What can I say?” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’m a firm believer in letting loose outside of work.”

I whistled softly. “You sure do make the most of your downtime.”

He tilted his head to the side and asked, “Judging by your reaction, it sounds like you don’t?”

“According to my sisters, definitely not.” I shook my head and sighed. “They’re always trying to talk me into spending less time on work and more on fun now that our business is established and running like a well-oiled machine.”

“It’s a good thing you met me.” He flashed me a sexy grin. “I’ll just have to lure you into getting a little wild with me.”

Damn, his charm was lethal. If I couldn’t feel how wet they were, I would’ve thought my panties had just spontaneously combusted. “You’re just busting all my preconceived notions about you tonight.”

“Considering your first impression of me, that's not a bad thing.”

Talk about a major understatement. “Yeah, I should probably apologize for the scene I made this morning. Even though I was beyond pissed off when I saw those clients of mine walk into your office, I didn't have the right to storm in there the way I did. And I definitely shouldn’t have screamed at your assistant like a crazy woman. Or you, either.”

Will smiled as he reached for my hand. “Normally, someone showing up to bitch me out in my office would’ve made me furious.” He shook his head and chuckled. “But I can't find it in myself to be angry about what happened this morning because it brought you to me. And you look like a fucking goddess when you’re all fired up. The only heat I felt was from passion, not anger.”

I ducked my head when I felt the blush filling my cheeks. “So...about that drink you were going to get me?”

“Sometime soon, I’m going to see how far down I can get this to go.” He stroked a finger down my cheek, making the color deepen even more. “But for right now, I’ll settle for grabbing our drinks and making a dent in the smorgasbord of desserts we brought home.”

I giggled softly at his word choice, which brought the energy crackling around us down a notch or two. Then we moved the desserts to the coffee table in the living room and got comfortable on the couch before digging in. We quickly discovered that we both had a love for chocolate when we kept trying to take bites from the flourless chocolate cake at the same time. Being a true gentleman, Will always let me go first.

When I’d had more than my fair share, I set my fork down and leaned back on the couch, patting my stomach. “Mmm, that was amazing.”

“We’ll have to do it again sometime but with a double order of chocolate cake”—he pointed at the Butterscotch Bourbon Budino that we’d barely touched—“instead of another one of those.”

I glanced over at the box, which had been practically licked clean. “Fair warning, the way to this girl’s heart is definitely through her stomach when it comes to chocolate.”

“Thanks for the tip.” He clasped my face between his hands and leaned down to brush his lips softly over mine. “Next time, we’ll stop at a bunch of places on the Strip to grab their best chocolate desserts, so we’ll have plenty to choose from.”

How in the hell was I supposed to protect my heart from a smart, sexy guy who wanted to give me chocolate? The more time we spent together, I was finding it harder and harder to resist him. “I don’t remember agreeing to a next time.”

“It must be the dessert coma.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Because our second date is tomorrow night.”

“I don’t know—”

His swooped down to claim my mouth before I could finish my sentence. My lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue swept inside to tangle with mine. By the time he lifted his head again, his chest was heaving, and his dark green eyes were heavy-lidded.

His kiss had fogged my brain, making it hard to think clearly. His lips tasted like the chocolate cake we’d eaten but with a spicy kick that was all his own. I desperately wanted another taste, so I pressed our lips together again. Will groaned into my mouth and lifted me off the couch to settle me on his lap.

Straddling his lap, I felt his cock press against my pussy. He was hard and oh, so big. Plastering myself against him, I twined my arms around his neck and slanted my head to give him better access to my mouth. He deepened the kiss, and his hands slid down my back to cup my butt. My core clenched as he rocked against me, making me whimper in need.

“I knew it’d be like this between us the moment I laid eyes on you.” He trailed kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he spoke. “Explosive.”

One of his hands circled my body to cup my pussy through my clothes. I knew I was wet enough for him to feel it through the material, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed by it. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re drenched for me, baby. I can’t wait to get inside your tight, little pussy.”

“Neither can I.”

Was I really about to have sex with a guy who I’d only known for twelve hours? One who I’d met while throwing a hissy fit in his office?

He slid his hand under my waistband and dived straight inside my panties, sinking one of his long fingers inside me, making me moan. The decision was easier than I expected...I was definitely going to have sex with Will tonight.