Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport

7

Aurora

“Aurora, baby." I stretched out, groaning softly because my muscles protested the movement. "I wanted to let you sleep in, but your phone has been going off like crazy for the past thirty minutes.”

A strong hand stroked down my naked back, and my eyes blinked open. My brain was fuzzy, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. When I lifted my head and focused on the sexy man leaning over me, the events of the previous night all came rushing back. I had mind-blowing sex with this motorcycle riding, tattooed divorce lawyer. And I wasn't even a tiny bit mad about it. Then again, how could I have any regrets after the number of orgasms he gave me?

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, pushing up on one elbow.

“A little after seven,” he answered.

“Seven?” I echoed in surprise, my gaze lingering on the athletic shorts hanging low on his hips. “It's probably just my sisters making sure I'm up for the day because we have a huge wedding at noon. Anyone else in my life knows better than to call me this early in the morning.”

“In your life?” he growled, his eyes filling with a possessive gleam.

“Yeah, you know…vendors, friends, other relatives who I won’t forgive quite as easily as my sisters.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You didn't think I was talking about another guy, did you?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Not really.”

“Good, because that’d be dumb since I was a virgin until last night. Plus, I'd hate to get into a fight this early in the morning.” Noticing how the hair at his temples was damp, I tilted my head to the side. “Which brings me to a more important question; why does it look like you've been up for a while?”

“Not a morning person, huh?”

I shook my head and frowned. “Not even close. Don't expect me to be anywhere near a good mood until I've had at least my first jolt of caffeine,” I warned.

“I bet I can improve your outlook on mornings without making a single cup of coffee.” He flashed me a smug grin.

“Oh yeah, how?”

His answer was to lower his head and claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I didn't give any thought to the fact that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet this morning while his tongue swept inside my mouth to tangle with mine. His kisses were just too good for my brain to do anything but enjoy them.

My arms twined around his neck, and he had just lowered his body over mine when I heard the chime of a text message coming from my phone.

“There it goes again,” he grumbled, lifting up to glare in the direction of my phone.

“You wouldn't have even woken me up yet if it hadn’t been for that sound,” I reminded him, no longer irritated about my early morning. I had a feeling his kisses were going to be more addicting than coffee, which was saying a lot, considering I didn’t go a single day without drinking at least a cup or two.

“I didn't like it then, and I’m even less of a fan when it interrupts me while I’m in the middle of kissing you.” The hint of a pout on his sexy lips was adorable.

He rolled off the mattress and padded across the room to grab my cell phone off his dresser. Then he came back over to the bed and handed it to me. Glancing down at the screen, I saw that I had about eleventy billion missed messages from my sisters…and a few from my brother, too.

“Well, it looks like my sisters couldn't keep their fat mouths shut,” I grumbled.

“What do you mean?” Will asked.

I opened the text app and scrolled through the conversation thread with Knox. After reading through the messages my brother had sent last night, I turned the screen so Will could see it. “Knox has already heard about our dinner date last night.”

Will barely looked at the messages from my brother before he flashed me a wide grin. “You can't go blaming your sisters when you don't know if they're the ones who told him about our date last night.” His eyes twinkled as he put major emphasis on the word date.

“Who else could it have been other than my nosy sisters?” I asked.

“Maybe it was one of their husbands, or even Becket since we had dinner in his restaurant,” Will suggested.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop being logical first thing in the morning.”

“How about I make you a cup of coffee while you read through the rest of your messages to make sure nothing is on fire. Then we'll figure out what time we're heading back to the Strip.”

“Multiple orgasms at night and kisses and coffee in the morning?” I grinned at him. “You better be careful, or else you're going to spoil me.”

“Get used to it,” he warned. “Because it's no less than what you deserve from your man.”

“My man,” I echoed, my smile growing so wide my cheeks hurt a little. “Is that what you are?”

He glided his palm down my arm, tugging the sheet down my hip to trace over the faint bruises he’d left behind last night. “Damn straight it is,” he confirmed. “If you're my woman—and that's exactly what you are after letting me pop your cherry last night—then that makes me your man.”

It was like I had flipped a switch and brought out his inner alpha caveman. Not that I was about to complain because Will aiming all that macho-ness my way was sexy as all get-out. It made me want to poke the beast a little.

“If you say so.” I twirled a lock of my hair around a finger and let the sheet fall completely to my hips. “But my memory is a little hazy. I think maybe I need a reminder of what it means to be your woman.”

“Never let it be said that I don’t give my woman exactly what she needs.” He tugged my phone from my hand and set it down on the bedside table. Then he tugged the sheet all the way off my body. His green eyes darkened a shade as his gaze zeroed in on the proof of my need glistening on my pussy lips. “I’m going to need you to part those pretty legs for me so I can get a much-needed taste of your pussy.”

I hurriedly complied, shivering when his warm palms glided up along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Oh, yes,” I gasped when his fingers stroked the edges of my bare pussy.

“That’s right, baby. I want to hear what I do to you,” he urged me as he leaned forward and blew hot air right against my clit.

My hips jerked off the mattress, and I cried out, “Please, Will. Give me more.”

His head dipped lower, and his tongue circled my clit. “This kind of more?” I was about to murmur my agreement when he sank a finger inside my wet heat. “Or this?”

“Both,” I gasped, my pussy clenching around his finger.

“Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll give it to you.” His mouth was so close to my clit that I felt his breath puff out as he spoke.

“I’m yours,” I cried out as he slowly dragged his finger from my pussy and pumped it back in.

“Mine and only mine,” he growled before he devoured my pussy, licking and sucking as he quickly drove me close to the edge. My head flew back against the pillow when he added another finger and increased the thrusts of his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my inner thigh, nipping with his teeth just hard enough to leave a mark. “Even more so when you fly apart for me, knowing I’m the only man who’ll ever see you like this.”

He wrapped his lips around my clit and twisted his wrist to reach my G-spot, and my orgasm roared through me. “Oh—my—Will!”

“That’s right, baby. Yours.”

“Uh-huh,” I sighed, melting against his mattress with a satisfied smile.

“I guess I’d better go make you that coffee so you get your morning jolt of caffeine to help you get over being grumpy,” Will teased.

I tugged him onto the mattress as I uttered a sentence I never thought would come out of my mouth, “The coffee can wait.”

Will didn’t make coffee for another hour, but I was a happy camper as he dropped me off at work after a quick stop at my place so I could change into a different outfit. It probably had something to do with my new favorite way to start the morning…multiple orgasms.