Endless Nights (6 page)

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?

His big hands cupped her backside, hauling her in close, his cock hard and heavy between them. Her thighs went weak, and she knew she had to have him. Just one last time, before she had to go and leave him forever. Without saying a word she started kissing his chest, memorizing all of that smooth, hard muscle with her lips. He had the most beautiful body she’d ever seen. His stomach was the stuff of dreams, flat and with an honest-to-God six-pack. He was unreal. The entire weekend with him had been unreal.

Like a fantasy.

“Where you going, baby?” he asked, his voice lazy, his hands tangling in her hair.

She smiled up at him before dropping feather-light kisses along his stomach, not bothering to give him an answer. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what she was about to do.

His cock was thick and so incredibly hard. She gripped him, circling her fingers around the base, her gaze meeting his. Pursing her lips, she dropped a kiss on the head, then another, before taking him fully into her mouth.

“Ah, shit,” he bit out, lifting up on his elbows so he could watch her better. His legs were sprawled wide, and she sat in between them on her knees, her mouth and hand full of cock. She wanted to leave him with something to remember her by, wanted to go out with a big bang.

Literally.

He pushed her hair out of the way so he could watch, and she glanced up, her eyes meeting his intense stare. She couldn’t look away, and she drew him out of her mouth, circling the crown of his cock with her tongue, then drawing him between her lips. Satisfaction rolled through her when she saw the wave of pleasurable agony wash across his face.

“Baby, you need to stop,” he warned, his voice firm, his hands gripping her hair as he lifted his hips, sending him deeper into her mouth.

She didn’t want to stop. She sucked him deeper, as far as she could get, squeezing him around the base before she withdrew him from her mouth. He was gasping, cursing, telling her she should stop, and she just smiled, licking down his length, licking his balls even, something she’d never done before.

There were lots of things she’d never done before—until Luke.

“Holy shit, woman,” he choked out, releasing his hold on her hair so he could grab her by the shoulders and pull her up so she lay on top of him. Before she could utter a word, he kissed her. His tongue hot and insistent in her mouth, thrusting, sparring with her own, and when she finally broke away, she stared at him, breathlessly, her heart racing, her entire body trembling.

“Why did you make me stop?” she asked.

“Because I wasn’t about to come in your mouth, no matter how badly I wanted to.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze roving over her face. “For our last time together…I’d rather come inside you.”

Oh, God. He said it like that, all sweet and meaningful, and she wanted to cry. Which was stupid because there was nothing sweet and meaningful about their weekend. It was hot. Sexy. Adventurous. Wicked. Sinful. All of those words you hear associated with carefree affairs. They were in Sin City, after all.

Luke rolled them both over so he was on top of her, his mouth fused with hers once more, his hands roaming, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her respond. Not that she wasn’t already on the edge. Being around him, hell he could breathe on her and she’d probably combust. She was that aroused by him.

She had it that bad.

Luke couldn’t stop kissing her. He didn’t want to. Hell, he didn’t want her to leave, but she wouldn’t give in. Why not? When had any woman turned him down? Yeah, they’d had a great weekend and he wanted to extend it, but apparently she didn’t agree.

So he planned on fucking her into oblivion instead.

Reaching for the bedside table, he plucked a condom from the dwindling pile they’d left there, tearing into the wrapper and withdrawing the little rubber circle. All the while he continued to kiss her, sliding down her body, mapping her skin with his lips. Her neck, her chest, her breasts…they were small but perfect, with the darkest, pinkest nipples he loved to nibble and suck. She was so responsive, her entire body seemed to surge around him, cradling him close as he licked her nipples and pulled them into his mouth.

He should taste her, one last time. That sweet, slick pussy of hers drove him crazy. He loved how she wrapped her legs around his head. When she’d pull on his hair and buck her hips, grinding against his mouth just before she came. Oh yeah, she went wild when he went down on her and he fucking enjoyed every single minute of it.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, knocking him out of his thoughts. “Please, Luke. I need you.”

Well, when she said it like that…

“Hold on, baby.” He reared up on his knees and rolled the condom on, his gaze snagging on Andrea laid out beneath him. Her hair was a wild tumble strewn across the pillow, her lips swollen, her skin flushed. Her nipples were hard and wet from his mouth and he could smell her arousal.

Fuck. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. A weekend with Andrea wasn’t close to taking the edge off.

He wanted more.

Without warning he rammed inside her, making her cry out, and she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her long legs wrapping around his hips. He gripped her ass, holding her to him as he drove inside of her again and again, intent on gaining one more orgasm for the both of them. Wanting to leave her something to remember him by.

Damn it, he wanted to brand her skin. Wanted to leave evidence that somehow, in the middle of what was supposed to be a casual weekend in Vegas, she’d become his. Only his.

All his.

Fucking crazy.

“You feel so good,” he crooned close to her ear, knowing how much she enjoyed it when he talked to her. “So tight and hot. So fucking wet. All for me, right, baby?”

“All for you,” she whispered, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear her.

“You want more?”

She pressed her face against his neck, her hips working in tandem with his cock. “Harder, Luke. Please.”

He gave it to her hard. He gave it to her fast. He’d do whatever it took to make his woman happy, and if she wanted him unleashing his power all over her, then he would. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted to leave a mark. A reminder that she belonged to him and no one else.

Her hands slipped from his shoulders to his back, running down until she gripped his ass, pushing him closer. She acted like she couldn’t get enough of him. Like she wanted him as deep as he could get, and he let her take over, let her work those sexy hips, her ankles digging into the back of his thighs as she fucked him.

“You close?” he asked, pulling away from her slightly so he could stare down at her.

She smiled, her gaze dreamy, her cheeks rosy. What a pretty view. One he didn’t think he’d ever tire of. “Yes,” she whispered.

He glanced down the length of their bodies, staring at the spot where they were connected. Hot. He liked watching her body take his cock in so eagerly. “Touch yourself,” he urged.

Andrea reached between their bodies and tentatively touched her clit, looking unsure.

“Show me what you like,” he continued. “Let me watch.”

Slowly she circled her clit with just her index finger, her breath hitching in her throat when he slid deep inside her body. “Oh God.”

“Yeah, baby, get yourself off. Let’s do this together.” Shit, he was close to exploding. Watching her. Feeling her. It was all just too damn much.

Andrea overload.

Within minutes she was coming, so completely overcome she was shouting his name. He rammed inside of her, losing all control, coming apart right after her, the shudders racking his body so intense, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand after what he’d just experienced.

All he knew was he wanted more. More time with Andrea.

Now if he could just convince her she wanted the same.