Reckless Nights (Vegas Nights #1) (4 page)

Slow. That was a funny word. Only moments ago she’d been
this close
to an orgasm. Right now her tense body wanted only fast, fast, fast. “Why?” she asked incredulously.

He laughed. The jerk. He looked quite pleased with himself while she was a shaky, on-edge mess. Yes, fine she could see the impressive outline of his erection beneath his jeans, but otherwise he didn’t seem fazed by this pause in the action at all.

“Why? Because I want to savor you.” His expression sobered, went from amused to aroused in mere seconds, and she went still, a shivery sensation seeming to engulf her entire body.

“Savor me?” The words came out in the barest whisper, and he smiled, tilting his head, studying her like she was his favorite subject.

“I have plans, Reagan. Like I said, it’s been a long time, and I want to make this good for both you and me.” His sexy, deep voice was full of promise. Promise she instinctively knew he could one hundred percent deliver.

Without another word, he turned and walked away. She followed without hesitation, her gaze roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. The suite was huge. Beautiful. But the lights weren’t on and she could hardly see anything. She wanted to see it all, too. Memorize it so she could store this away in her mind in the hopes she would never, ever forget this night.

He entered a room at the end of the hall, hitting the wall so the lamps on the bedside tables that flanked the giant king-sized bed came on. The light was dim, casting the room in a hazy golden glow, and she looked around, her gaze taking in the furniture, the casual tangle of clothes piled on an overstuffed chair, the unmistakable scent of Declan’s cologne filling the air.

She breathed deep and held it, closing her eyes, reveling in the scent. The man smelled amazing. The room itself was amazing. And when she opened her eyes to find Declan pulling his shirt off over his head, exposing his broad, muscular chest, all the breath left her in one exhale.

He was beautiful. Even better than any photo she’d seen in a magazine or what she’d watched from his movies. He tossed the shirt onto the chair, on top of the pile of clothes already there, before he settled his hands on the waistband of his jeans.

“Wait.” She went to him, resting her hands over his, unprepared for the blast of heat his bare torso radiated toward her. Oh, he had the smoothest skin she’d ever seen. Her fingers literally itched to touch him and so she gave in to the urge, releasing her hold on his hands so she could rest her palms directly on his pecs.

His eyelids lowered, he stared at her, watching as she skimmed her hands down, over his perfect abs, his flat stomach. “What am I waiting for?”

“I want the honors.” She curled her hands into his jeans, her fingers going for the button fly as she yanked it undone, his black boxer briefs coming into view. Reaching inside, she ran her hand along the hot length of him, satisfaction filling her when she heard him growl. “You’re big,” she murmured.

And he was. About the biggest she’d ever touched, seen, had. A mixture of fear and arousal trickled down her spine as she wondered exactly how he might fit, which made her feel like an amateur. But it was a serious consideration. She’d had decent-sized men before. Average mostly—save for her first boyfriend in college, who had been a total pencil dick, which had equaled a total disappointment.

Declan Carter? The words
pencil
and
dick
did not compute. The man was thick and long. And hard.

Very, very hard.

Oh, and also very, very impatient. All thoughts of taking it slow must’ve left him and she must’ve taken too long for his tastes, because he pushed away her hands. Shucked his jeans in a fervor, kicking off his shoes along with the denim and leaving it in a pile on the floor.

All worry and fear left as Reagan let her gaze roam freely down the length of his beautiful body, so entranced she had no idea she’d let forth a wistful sigh until she heard Declan ask a question, his deep voice full of amusement.

“That bad? Or that good?”

She jerked her gaze to his, mortified. Never had she ogled a man like she was ogling Declan. “Definitely not bad,” she said weakly.

“Right back at you.” He spun his finger in a circle. “Turn around, Reagan.”

She did as he asked without protest, breathless when she felt his hands settle at the neckline of her dress. He tugged the zipper down, the fabric slowly parting, revealing her bare back. His fingers teased her exposed skin and she closed her eyes, pressing her lips together when he pulled the zipper down as far as it would go.

“Take it off,” he whispered, his mouth at her ear.

Without thought, she shrugged out of the beautiful red dress and let it fall in a heap around her feet. She stood in just her white satin panties, since she hadn’t worn a bra. The dress hadn’t allowed it.

“Jesus.” Her eyes flashed open at his muttered word and she turned around, her hands automatically going to her breasts, covering them. Did she look that bad? Was he disappointed? God, she would die. Just melt into the ground and hope like crazy she disappeared if he was somehow…displeased with what he discovered beneath the dress.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice small, every one of her insecurities coming back at her tenfold.

Declan slowly shook his head, his gaze locked on her hands, still covering her breasts. “No. Hell no. Drop your hands, Reagan. Let me look at you.”

Chapter Four

Reagan’s hands fell and let him look his fill, just as he demanded. Declan didn’t know what to check out first. Her full breasts, topped with perfect rosy nipples? The gentle curve of her waist, or the womanly flare of her hips? Or even better, the smooth slope of her stomach? Those long, pretty legs and what lay nestled between them…damn, those white lacy panties that hid her mysterious pink depths.

Yeah, it was all good. All. Fucking. Good.

His thoughts had turned almost poetic, which was not normal. When he was with a woman, all he could think about was getting her naked. Getting himself naked. Then getting inside her as fast as possible so both of them could find their satisfaction. He was all about pleasuring a woman, but ultimately, his orgasm was the most important mission. More than once he’d been told, especially in his drunk and drugged days, that he was a selfish lover.

Never had he denied it.

Now, all he could think about was lingering over every inch of Reagan’s skin. Discover where she was ticklish, what particular spot made her shiver, which spot made her moan. She was like a treasure he just found and was dying to explore further.

But she was looking at him like she was worried. Her eyes were dim and she gnawed on her lower lip, like she was afraid he didn’t approve of what he saw. Her hands automatically went back to her breasts and he wanted to scream in protest.

Disappointed? Not even close. That was the absolute farthest thing from the truth.

“Drop them, Reagan,” he said, his voice low and measured. He was barely holding on to his control. He didn’t want to scare her. “Please.”

Slowly, she let her hands fall again until her arms hung slack at her sides. She lifted her chin, her long, dark hair spilling down her naked back, a few strands tickling across her breasts. She looked like his every naked princess fantasy come to life.

Not that he fantasized about naked princesses per se, but…yeah. She had a regal, pristine look to her that was driving him wild. A look-but-don’t-touch aura that made him want to do nothing but touch.

And touch and touch again.

He approached her, his hands going to her waist and giving her a good squeeze as he pulled her into him. She gasped, her arms going around his neck, and then their mouths fused together, tongues dancing as he walked her backward toward the bed. Turning, he yanked her down along with him, taking the brunt of the fall onto the mattress, a pile of quivering, warm, sexy woman collapsing on top of him.

Never did their lips part. The kiss continued, his hands wandering, sliding all over her curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. He rolled her over so she was on her back and he moved down the length of her, racing his mouth over her skin, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other, licking the valley between her breasts. She moaned her encouragement, unintelligible whispers falling from her lips, as if she’d lost all rational thought.

Damn, he loved it. He was driving her wild. Her reaction was making him wild too. Deftly he peeled her panties past her hips, down her legs, until he was flinging them onto the floor. He had her naked and sprawled beneath him, and he let his gaze rove over her, taking her in, unable to help but stare at the exposed flesh between her legs.

“Pretty,” he murmured as he reached out and drew his index finger along her folds. She shuddered, her legs clamping shut around his hand, but he pushed her thighs back open, needing the visual. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Declan,” she murmured, her eyes sliding shut, her back bowing when he slipped his finger deep inside her body. “Feels so good.”

“You need me to make you come, baby?” he asked, adding another finger to the first. She was so wet and as hot as a furnace, her inner walls clinging to his fingers. Her entire body was tense—he could tell her orgasm was just in the distance and he increased his pace, wanting to see her fall apart.

Needing to see her come undone. Just for him.

Reagan nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip, a whimper as her answer. Shifting upward, he pressed his thumb against her clit as he took her mouth in a languid, tongue-thrusting kiss, his fingers working deep, his thumb making frantic circles. His cock was hard as a rock; all he wanted was to sink deep inside her body, but not yet.

Not yet. This moment was all about her.

The orgasm came over her in a rush, his name falling from her lips as the climax shuddered through her body. She clenched around his fingers, her mouth falling away from his as she panted
oh God
again and again.

All he could do was watch and coax her down, his touch gentling as he offered her tender kisses. She was a sweaty, shaky mess, her breaths coming in harsh little pants. He’d never seen a woman look so beautiful.

The throb of satisfaction that moved through him…he was the one responsible for the blissed-out expression on her face? He couldn’t begin to explain it.

And he still had his fucking underwear on.

Pulling away from her, he shucked the offending boxer briefs off and moved over to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a couple of condoms from the box he’d put inside. He turned to find her still lying where he left her, sprawled in the middle of his bed, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile curling her lips.

“You’re staring,” she said when he didn’t so much as move.

“How do you know? Your eyes are closed.”

She cracked one open. “I could feel you watching me.”

“You make me sound like a stalker.”

A giggle escaped her. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Thousands of women would love to call you their stalker.”

“Are you saying you want me to be your stalker?” He rounded the side of the bed and crawled onto the mattress to join her, dropping the condom on the bedside table before he collapsed next to her. Stretching out his hand, he touched her, drifting his fingers along her breasts, across her belly, sliding between her legs. Her skin was like silk, soft and alluring, and he was unable to resist. If he had his choice, he’d keep on touching her for hours.

Days.

His searching fingers seemed to spark her into action. She moved so fast, the next thing he knew she was on top of him, staring into his face, her hair falling all around them like a dark curtain. A sensual smile curved her lips and she darted out her tongue, licking them to a sexy shine.

“It would be an honor,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes.

All the blood in his body seemed to drain south, settling in his throbbing cock, which happened to brush against her tempting ass. She wiggled against him like she was doing it on purpose, making his eyes cross, and he clamped his hands down, keeping her in place. Pressed nice and close against his cock.

Her eyelids fluttered as she fought against his firm grip, her ass still moving against his cock, making him eager to thrust inside her welcoming body.

“Slow down.” He smoothed his hands along the curves of her plump flesh, his fingers getting closer and closer to her wet, hot center. She shivered in his arms, bending over him so she could settle her lips on his in a decadent kiss. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips as her legs fell open wider, as if encouraging his touch. “I planned on savoring you, but…”

“I don’t want you to,” she immediately answered, lifting her head so he could rain kisses along the column of her neck. “Please.”

It was the “please” that made him lift her away so she fell to his side. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom so he could tear into the wrapper and slide it over his cock. She watched with an eager gaze, moving closer so she could kiss his chest, her hand sliding down his stomach to grip his cock around the base.

But he was quicker, flipping over her so he hovered above her, his hips wedged between her thighs, his cock poised and beyond ready for entry. She stared up at him, eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

So fucking beautiful.

He wanted to imprint this moment into his memory. The moment where he first slid inside Reagan’s body. Because when he entered her, felt the stretch and pull of her inner walls clasp tight around him, he closed his eyes, buried his face in her hair…

And realized he never, ever wanted to leave.

The man was huge. And heavy. His cock filled her completely up, his big body weighed over her, hot and solid and so amazingly firm. She wanted to run her hands all over every single inch of him, memorize his skin with her fingertips.

So she did. Her hands were everywhere all at once, and he hovered above her, his jaw tight, sweat on his forehead, hair nearly falling into his eyes as his cock throbbed deep inside her body. And he hadn’t even really moved yet.

She was afraid if he did, she might spontaneously combust.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he muttered hoarsely, sounding tortured.

Reagan gazed up at him, saw the restraint in his face, the distended cords of muscle in his neck. His arms were shaking and she reached out, ran her fingers along their length, causing gooseflesh to rise. “So do you.”

Declan shifted, sending him deeper, and they groaned in unison. “I can hardly move.”

“Why?” she asked, glancing down so she could stare at where their bodies connected. Oh, that was hot. His hips were smashed against hers and he was buried inside her to the very hilt. He lifted his hips, his cock withdrawing from her body slowly, and everything inside her fluttered and liquefied.

“I’m afraid I’ll—” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “—come too soon.”

Oh. She liked that. She liked that a lot. His admission did funny things to her stomach, making her feel…too much.

And she shouldn’t. This was a one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less.

“We have all night.” She curled her arms around his waist, running her hands along his ass, her nails lightly scratching the firm slabs of muscle. “To do this again and again.”

He raised his brow, flashing her that sexy, self-assured look she was beginning to like so much. “That’s a valid point.”

“I know.” She pressed her hands against his butt, encouraging him, and he began to move, slowly at first. Taking his time.

Driving her right out of her mind.

Declan kissed her, his tongue thrusting in time with his cock, pushing forward and retreating in a delicious rhythm that had her wound up completely. She was panting against his mouth, her legs wound tight around his hips, anchoring her body to his. She let her arms fall onto the bed and she curled her fingers into the comforter, needing something else to hold on to, to grip so tight she was afraid she might not be able to pry her fingers out of the fabric when they were through.

And he was far from through, despite his protests that he might blow too early. Unbelievably, she was already close to coming again. She’d never been able to come more than once during sex and had always secretly been jealous of multi-orgasmic women. She truly believed her body wasn’t capable of it.

Looked like Declan just proved her theory wrong—and she wasn’t protesting.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered as he gathered her to him, his mouth at her ear, her breasts smashed against his sweaty chest. “Could fuck you like this for hours.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she said breathlessly, a thrill moving through her at his words. Another thing she’d never really experienced—talking during sex. There were the usual moans and groans, but hardly any actual words had ever been used.

She’d missed out on a lot, it seemed.

“Feels good?” he asked, just before he bit her earlobe.

She nodded, unable to find the right words to say in return. But he wasn’t going for her silence. He wanted words and she desperately wanted to give them to him.

“Tell me what you like,” he encouraged.

“You,” she breathed, a little whimper escaping her when he circled his hips and somehow sent his cock even deeper inside her body.

“What about me?”

He was going to make her say it, wasn’t he?

“Your…cock.” He reached between them at that very moment, his fingers massaging her clit. “And your hands. Your fingers.”

“Feels good when I rub your clit? Are you close to coming?”

She nodded again, and his fingers stilled. Torturous. “Y-yes. So close.”

“I can tell. Your pussy is squeezing my cock tight.” His fingers moved once more, teasing her clit, increasing his pace as he thrust hard and deep inside her body. “Come for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart again.”

Oh, his words just did it for her. She came as if on command, something she never believed could happen, but here she was, falling apart just like he demanded. This orgasm was different, though. It radiated deep within her body, throbbed in her core and pulsated through her veins. Her stomach almost hurt, what with the way it violently clenched again and again. Her inner walls squeezed his cock tight and Declan stiffened above her, his entire body going still. She didn’t even think he was breathing.

“Fucking Christ,” he muttered in agony just before his orgasm slammed into him. He shouted her name, his hips driving into her, his entire body wracked with shudders as his explosive orgasm went on and on.

She could almost come again just watching him. Feeling him. She stared in wonder at his face. His beautiful, familiar, beloved face, one she stared at for years that now hung over hers, sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on her cheek. Any other man and she would’ve been grossed out. Not with Declan Carter, though.

The feeling of his hard, sweaty body mashed against hers was the best sensation ever. She never wanted it to end. But it would have to. Eventually.

So she needed to make the most of tonight and take what she could get.

“Fuck.” He pulled out of her body and collapsed in a heap beside her, slinging his arm across her stomach, the weight heavy, but she didn’t mind. She felt claimed. That perhaps he had to keep on touching her, like he was addicted to her. “That was unbelievable.”

Reagan skimmed her fingers along his forearm, running her thumb across the golden hair that grew there. He had the sexiest forearms ever. He had the sexiest
everything
ever. The man was a god. A god of all things sexual, and he’d just fucked her straight into oblivion.