Her Secret Lover (What Happens in Vegas) (11 page)

Chapter Thirteen

“You’re such a dick!” Kelsey said.

She smacked Micah, the warmth of his flesh underneath her palm alerting her to the fact he was shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that slung low on his hips. She resented the spark of arousal in her belly at the sight of the dark trail of hair disappearing under his waistband and hit him again.

Micah laughed at her, dodging the third blow she aimed at him. His hair was ruffled around his handsome face, his stubble dark on his jaw. He smelled of his soap, the sandalwood aftershave he used, and man. She let her eyes wander all over his body before returning to his face.

“You look rough,” she said as he advanced on her, placing his palms against the door on each side of her face. He crowded her with his body, touching her with the lean muscles of his torso and the obvious erection straining against the soft cotton of his pants. Her heart sped up in her chest, and she took a couple of gulping breaths to steady her reaction to him and his obvious invitation.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Micah asked, his voice low and edged with desire and a touch of fatigue.

She grinned, shaking her head as she raised her own hands to skim his back and settle on his hips. “No, I don’t have problem with it. I like it a little rough.”

“I remember.” Micah pressed his lips to hers with only the barest flicker of his tongue along her bottom lip before his grin caused her to pull back and glare at him.

“Is this a booty call? Is that your emergency?” She wanted her tone to carry more heat due to anger rather than her lust for him, but she knew she failed miserably. Deep down she didn’t care why he called her; she was glad to see him, but she wasn’t letting him off the hook so easily.

“I finished the book and all I could think about was telling you and celebrating.”

Her heart did a wonky flip in her chest as an answering flush of lust spread over her skin. Micah did it for her, and the thought that he’d chosen her when he wanted someone to tell his news was absurdly romantic in her cynical mind. She fought the urge to go all mushy on him and opted for door number two: humor and an orgasm.

“And by celebrate you mean
…
”

“Peeling off your clothes and making you come.”

He wasn’t even pretending to be contrite, his grin making him look wicked and boyish at the same time. It was a combination guaranteed to make her do whatever he wanted. Bastard.

She gave up even the thin pretense of being mad and laughed, pulling him closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. Micah groaned a little and resumed the kiss, this time delving in deep and wet into her mouth, kissing her until they both had to surface for air.

“I missed you,” Micah half-whispered into the space between them, and it caught her off guard, her heart thumping hard in her chest at the words. He cupped her cheek with his hand and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, dipping in a little for her to taste and suckle briefly.

“I missed you, too,” she breathed against his chest, grateful for not having to look him in the eye when she said it. The words had popped out of her mouth before she engaged the keep-it-casual filter.

“Good.” Micah stepped back and tugged her with him, spinning her so that he was guiding her backward into the bedroom area of the suite. He leaned in to kiss her, pushing her jacket off her shoulders, and she heard the whisper of fabric as it slid to the ground at their feet.

The bedroom area was bright with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the heat of the day was nothing compared the fire in her belly as her desire spiked with each pass of her hands over his skin. She trailed her hands over his chest and pulled him down to her, taking his mouth this time in a kiss that communicated to Micah how much she wanted what he had to offer.

It had just been a few hours ago and she craved his touch, the way he made her feel. She knew he’d deliver on his promise to make her come, and she shivered in anticipation. His rough fingers brushing against her breast as he undid the buttons of her blouse was delicious. The cool air of the room against her exposed flesh as he tugged down the cups of her bra only increased her pleasure.

“I was writing the last scene, a sex scene, and all I could think about was tasting your nipples and you making that stuttery gasp sound.” He dragged his thumb across the tip of her right breast, and she closed her eyes on her exhale. Micah half laughed and half growled. “Yeah, fuck, that one.”

“Did you write us into a book?” she asked, shoving her hands underneath the waistband of his sweats and squeezing his ass. “Did you fuck me in your book?”

“Don’t worry, I changed your name.” Micah grinned, gently shoving Kelsey the last few steps into the bedroom. She stumbled back with a breathless laugh, pulling her blouse out her skirt and undoing the last few buttons and letting it hang open. “Even though I heard you screaming mine in my head.”

“Well, come on and see if you can make it happen in real life and not just on the page,” she said, watching his eyes turn black as his pupils dilated with his arousal.

Micah prowled toward her and she backed up the last few steps until her back was pressed against the glass of the window. She sucked in a breath when his fingers grasped the hem of her skirt and rucked it up until it pooled around her waist and she was exposed to the semi-rough fabric of his sweats against her skin, the sensual rub of his fingers against her inner thigh and the outside edge of her panties. The whimper that escaped past her lips was completely involuntary.

The phone in her pocket began to ring as one of Micah’s long fingers slid under the edge of the silk lingerie and teased her wet flesh. Micah stopped his progress and growled in frustration.

“Do you have to answer it? Who is it?”

She recognized the ringtone as one of her fellow concierge staff. She reached up with a shaky hand and hit the button on her Bluetooth that would send the call to voicemail.

“Someone who can wait.”

“Thank fuck,” Micah groaned as he claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. Kelsey pushed aside any thoughts about the call now going to her inbox, the meeting with Babette
…
anything that wasn’t Micah trailing his mouth down her chest toward her aching breasts.

The phone rang again, this time the ringtone for Perry. She cursed, filthy and vicious as her head thumped back against the glass.

Micah looked up at her from beneath his fringe of dark lashes. “Answer it. Don’t mind me.”

Kelsey wondered how she was going to ignore him, but she tapped the phone and answered. “Kyle.”

Perry launched into a speech about some issue with the organizers of the convention, and she tried to concentrate as Micah trailed his mouth even closer to her breasts. He still watched her, and she couldn’t pull her eyes away as his tongue circled her right nipple until it was wet and hard, and she was throbbing between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and mirrored the action with her eyes, blocking out the carnal view in front of her.

“Yes, Perry, I’ll take care of it. Not a problem,” she said, working hard to modulate her voice and her breathing. It wasn’t easy, and it got harder when Micah squeezed her left breast and rubbed the tip with his thumb in time with the continued movement of his tongue on its twin. She forced her eyes open and caught sight of Micah smoothing his hand down his rock-hard abdomen and into his sweats, his hand obviously tugging on his cock under the fabric. He glanced up, his eyes dancing with wicked laughter and a slow wink when he saw her watching.

Kelsey bit her lip against her own laughter, nothing in Perry’s continued speech even remotely funny. She was never more grateful for hands-free calling when she reached out and slid her hand down into Micah’s sweats and pushed his hand out of the way as she closed her fingers around his dick.

“I’ll take care of it, Perry.” She watched as Micah’s eyes fluttered closed. “I have one…problem to take care of first.”

“Yes, Perry,” she said and pressed the button on her Bluetooth, whipping the device off her ear and tossing it over Micah’s shoulder in the general vicinity of the bed. He hummed against her skin, his laughter at her frustrated movements easing into a low groan when she shoved at his sweats, pushing them down his thighs and allowing her full access to his body. Kelsey stroked him from root to tip, loving the way he bucked into her fist now wet with his pre-come.

She leaned up, kissing him hard on the mouth and dragging him closer to her body with a firm grip on his hip. “Hope you don’t mind, but we have to make this quick.”

“Whatever you need, baby.” Micah wedged his body in close between her thighs and kissed everywhere he could reach while staying so close. She arched into it, wishing she had time to strip off her clothes and do this properly.

“A king-sized bed with 1800 thread-count sheets, and I’m going to let you fuck me with my ass pressed against the glass of the window,” she said, not really complaining when his head dipped lower and he swirled her nipple with his tongue.

“But what a fine ass it is.”

She was going to reply, but his long fingers delved underneath her panties and deep inside her body. She groaned, her head bashing against the window as he thrust in and out, the rhythm of his hand matching the pace of his mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, adding his thumb to rub in a slow circle against her clit. Kelsey spread her legs wider, hiking one thigh around his waist to give him better access. “Oh yeah, you want it as much as I want to give it to you.”

“Micah,” she said panting against his cheek as he lifted his head and nuzzled her neck, licking and tasting the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I want this.”

All morning she’d had to combat the way her mind drifted to last night, to the way he touched her, the way he held her when they finally fell into exhausted sleep. It had been a long time since she wanted anyone to stick around after the orgasms were done, but she loved the aftermath as much as she’d enjoyed the sex.

“Is this good?” he said against her skin as he continued his current movement inside her. “Or is this better?”

He shifted his angle, finding her G-spot and hitting it with every other thrust, giving her time to recover but edging her closer and closer to her release.

“Oh, there we go,” he half moaned and half laughed as she bucked her hips in earnest against him, her body on autopilot as she raced all too soon for the finish line. Her lingerie was soaked, her thighs slippery from the arousal he demanded from her with every thrust, and she wanted to give it to him. She needed him to know what he did to her…even if she didn’t want to dwell on that fact for too long in her own head. “Come on, Kelsey. Come on, baby. Give it to me now, and I swear I’ll give you more later.”

“Micah, please.” She didn’t even know she was speaking but the same words were rolling in loop in her brain as he picked up the pace, the pressure, and the deep strokes.

“Come on, baby.” Micah pressed a soft kiss against her mouth, his tongue slipping in to tease as she cried out with each pulse of pleasure in her pussy. “Kelsey, please. I’ve got to feel you clench around my fingers. I’m dying here.”

He was dying? She wanted to scoff but her body bowed with the impact of her orgasm slamming into her, and all she could was groan his name in his mouth as he kissed her hungrily. Kelsey gripped his shoulders, using him as an anchor to keep her body from sliding down the now warm, slick glass onto the floor.

“So good,” she panted out as he continued his thrusting and drew out every single aftershock and wrung out every single drop of her pleasure. Mind numb. Body weak. She forgot everything but the rightness of being there with Micah Holmes.

“That’s better,” Micah growled against her ear, and she choked out a wordless agreement as he buried his face against her neck. “If I didn’t hear you come, I thought I was going to go mad.”

Kelsey dragged her teeth across the skin of his exposed shoulder, her hand smoothing over the bare skin of his hip until she grasped his cock in her fist. Micah jumped, gasped, and then thrust into her grip, his body taut with his unresolved sexual need. Kelsey wanted him crazed under her mercy, like he’d done to her. She knew she had the power, and she’d used it last night and reveled in the head rush. She needed it now; craved it. Micah made her want things she should not want. Powerful things that could make her make stupid choices. On Sunday she’d get her sanity back, she’d go back to the old Kelsey, but for right now, she was giving in to the moment and the man.

“Let’s see if I can make you lose your mind,” she said and dropped to her knees.

...

Micah held his breath as Kelsey slid to her knees in between his legs.

She looked up at him, her hands roving over his chest, his belly, and his thighs as he closed his eyes and reveled in her touch. Anything she could give him, anything she would give him was enough. It was like he’d been in the desert on the horizon outside his window, and she was as sweet as water on his tongue.

He gazed down at her, time slowing down to a crawl as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and gave him a long, slow pull. He thrust his hips forward and she met him halfway, licking the head of his cock and sucking it into her mouth. Micah cried out, no words, just a shout of pleasure at the heat and wet and the swirl of her tongue. He leaned forward, bracing his hands flat on the window. From this angle he could look down on her and not miss one wicked pass over her lips and into the depth of her mouth.

She would make him insane, and he’d love every minute of the fall into insanity.

He couldn’t keep his hips still, but he didn’t want to choke her, a good possibility considering the thin thread of control he had at this moment. Kelsey looked up at him, lifting off him as she continued to stroke him

“Come on, Micah,” she said, her fingers digging harder into his hip as she licked his swollen head. “Make me take it.”

The combination of her words and the slide of his shaft into her mouth compelled him to grant her wish. He shifted his hips, pushing in, pulling out. His eyelids fluttered as a wash of heat flooded over him, and her tongue did unspeakably wicked things to him.