J.C._Wilder-_Last_Night_in_Vegas.pdf

LAST NIGHT IN VEGAS

By J.C. Wilder

*Please note Ï this story is VERY sensual and not intended for anyone under 21

ÑPlease tell me youÔre not going to pick up some stranger you met in a bar. How

clich is that?Ò

ÑWell, heÔs not really a stranger.Ò Linda picked up her Cosmopolitan and took a

drink, barely tasting it. Her gaze was locked on a handsome man seated a few tables

away. With his rich reddish brown hair, dark chocolate eyes and a body built for sin, he

was exactly the cure for what ailed her.

Complete boredom.

ÑSo you knew him before we came to Las Vegas?Ò

Ethel Chandler, an accountant from Boise, sat across the table from her. When Linda

had arrived at the accounting convention four days ago, the older woman had

glommed onto her on the first day. Linda had felt a little sorry for her though now she

was beginning to thick sheÔd acquired a noisy sister who always thought her opinion

was the correct one.

ÑNo, I met him here and heÔs been pursuing me rather ardently for the past few

days.Ò She set her glass on the table, and the stranger looked directly at her. When their

gazes met a slow tingle of awareness snaked through her belly.

ÑThat is no reason to take some stranger into your bed,Ò the other woman hissed.

ÑI think itÔs the perfect reason,Ò Linda grinned. ÑBesides, it is my last night in Vegas

and the man sent me two dozen roses last night. Not to mention the violets and box of

Swiss chocolates from the night before.Ò

ÑW-w-what if heÔs a serial killer?Ò The other woman sounded appalled.

ÑOh, heavens no. Everyone knows that serial killers look like your neighbors.Ò Her

gaze moved over him, taking in his broad, muscular shoulders beneath a tan suede

jacket and white button down shirt. ÑIn my entire life IÔve never lived next to a man

such as this.Ò

ÑLinda, IÔm shocked at you. Here I thought you were a nice, sensible woman from

Albany and instead youÔre-youÔreÈÒ

She turned and looked at the other woman. The disgust was evident on her plain

face. Her mouth was pinched and she clutched her purse as if she feared Linda would

reach over and try to steal it.

ÑA tramp?Ò Linda shrugged. ÑEthel, just because I enjoy sex doesnÔt make me a

loose woman.Ò

ÑBut you donÔt even know this man,Ò she hissed.

ÑI feel I know him well enough. Every night in this very bar weÔve had numerous

long conversations about everything important in our lives. HeÔs single, never been

married. He lives in Upstate New York and works as a police sergeant for a small

community there. He played football in college and has two nieces and a nephew he

dotes upon and, the best part is, he doesnÔt smoke or drink overly much. He loves

animals and drives the only car heÔs ever owned, a 1972 Nova that breaks down every

other month but he wonÔt consider selling it.Ò

ÑHe could be lying to you-Ñ

ÑWell he could be but it would be a very elaborate lie. He showed me his driverÔs

license as well as photos of the relatives along with his insurance card and police

badge.Ò She picked up her drink. ÑThat is one pretty elaborate lie if you ask me.Ò

Ethel sniffed. ÑWell, I still think-Ñ

ÑGood evening, ladies.Ò

BryanÔs smoky southern accent slid over her ears like crushed velvet. An piercing

sense of relief, no, awareness moved over her as if they were already lovers. Linda

looked up and her chest tightened when she fell into his dark chocolate eyes.

ÑDid you have a good day at the conference?Ò His voice, an intriguing mix of the

Deep South and an Ivy League education, made her want to dissolve in the chair.

ÑYes, real estate accounting is one of my personal favorites.Ò

EthelÔs voice had taken on a soft, almost girlish quality and LindaÔs eyes widened.

Was this the same woman whoÔd proclaimed Bryan a serial killer? Sheesh, what a

difference proximity made.

ÑIt sounds stimulating, Ms. Ethel.Ò BryanÔs lips twitched and his eyes gleamed with

amusement. His dark gaze moved to Linda and the amusement faded and hunger took

its place. ÑHow about you, Linda? Did you have stimulating time today?Ò

ÑUmm, very,Ò her voice came out faint and she her head was oddly light. She took a

gulp of her drink mentally cursing herself for sounding like a dolt.

A slow smile spread over his handsome face. ÑWould you care to dance with me,

Linda?Ò

He held out his hand and her stomach clenched.

ÑIÔd love it.Ò She put down her drink and placed her hand in his. Warm, calloused

fingers encircled hers and his thumb gave hers a slow stroke and every nerve in her

body leapt to life.

He tilted his head in EthelÔs direction. ÑMs. Ethel, I hate to steal your companion but

I simply must spend more time with her. IÔm sure you understand.Ò

ÑOh, yes. I understand completely.Ò Her smile faded and her mouth became

pinched when she looked at Linda. ÑYou two go enjoy yourselves.Ò

Linda plastered on a wide smile. ÑThank you so much for understanding, Ethel. I

hope you have a safe trip home.Ò

ÑYes, you too.Ò

Bryan led Linda toward the dance floor and she couldnÔt help thinking Ethel would

be just as pleased if her plane went down somewhere over a large body of water. SheÔd

never met anyone who needed to relax more than Ethel.

The dance floor boasted one couple locked in each otherÔs arms as they swayed to a

mellow Frank Sinatra tune. Bryan walked out onto the floor before pulling her into his

arms. Her breath left in a rush when he embraced her. Her arms slid around his slim

waist and she noticed a sizeable bulge against his hip.

She tipped her head. ÑIs that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?Ò

He chuckled. ÑA little of both I think.Ò His eyes looked darker and more mysterious

in the shadowy lighting. ÑDid you think of me today?Ò

ÑYes.Ò Her stomach developed a serious case of the butterflies and she thought she

might jump out of her own skin.

ÑGood as I couldnÔt get you out of mind for a moment.Ò

Relief washed over her and she couldnÔt help but smile. ÑSo what are we going to do

about this seeming preoccupation we have with each other?Ò

ÑGive into it.Ò His head dipped and his lips brushed hers in a feather light caress.

ÑWill you come to my room?Ò

ÑLead the way.Ò Her grip tightened on his waist.

He brushed his mouth over the curve of her cheek and an ache blossomed in her

lower belly. Arm in arm they walked off the floor and headed for a bank of elevators.

Another couple stood waiting and as Linda and Bryan walked up, the doors slid open

on the glass compartment.

Bryan held the door as the older, elegantly dressed couple stepped on board. They

followed and he slid an arm around Linda. Tucking her into his side, he punched the

button for the penthouse floor.

Her brow rose. ÑFancy.Ò

He smiled, a lazy, sexy smile that caused her toes to curl with pleasure. ÑItÔs comped

by the hotel. I won big at poker the first night.Ò

ÑYou must be a very lucky man. IÔve lost almost two hundred dollars so far.Ò

ÑI am lucky in more ways than one.Ò

His gaze took on more heat when he reached up to brush her bangs away from her

eyes. Her heart skipped and armth moved under her skin and she tightened her grip on

his waist. She really, really liked this man.

Slow down, girl. This is only a temporary arrangement.

The elevator stopped and the other couple stepped off. The moment the door closed

BryanÔs mouth was on hers. Linda sank into a deep pit of desire as their tongues

tangled in a dance as old as time. She was trembling as he turned her, bracing her body

against the glass. Leaning into her, he pressed the ridge of his arousal against the apex

of her thighs.

She needed this man to possess her with a want sheÔd never experienced. His

breathing was urgent as he leaned into her, his body hot against hers. His hands landed

on her hips as the elevator lurched to a stop and the door opened.

She felt oddly disoriented when he pulled away. He slid an arm around her waist

and together they walked down the hall. Taking her hand, he led her down the hall.

Linda was keenly aware of the heat and strength of his body, his hip brushing hers.

After extracting a key card from his jacket, he slid it into the door slot then opened the

door.

The lights were on but she had no time to pay attention their surroundings. When

the door closed he pulled her back into his arms, their lips meeting in a scorching kiss.

Needing to touch him, she shoved his jacket from his shoulders, and the suede hit the

polished marble floor with a slap. She ran her hands over his broad chest relishing the

near perfect six pack of his stomach.

With an impatient sound, he grabbed his shirt and tore the front open, sending the

buttons pinging across the floor. She nipped his lower lip and ran her fingers over the

warm male skin heÔd uncovered. She kneaded and stroked the thick pads of muscle that

rippled beneath her touch. Her fingers teased the flat male nipples and a groan burst

from his throat. Greedily she swallowed the sound and she sucked hard on his tongue.

He backed her against the door and she whimpered into his mouth. A growing ache

between her thighs begged to be assuaged. Not wanting to break their kiss but needing

to feel more of his body, she pulled off his mangled shirt. She licked her swollen lips,

tasting his unique flavor before grabbing his face and pulling into a searing kiss. His

mouth was hard against hers and her head reeled at the sensations he aroused with a

gentle flick of his tongue. She clung to him, using him as an anchor in a world gone

dark with desire.

His hands slid under her top and he cupped one breast with his big hand. He

kneaded the soft mound, his callused thumb ran over the taut tip, setting off a rush of

need that caused her to moan.

As if he understood what she needed, he broke their kiss. He grasped the hem of

her shirt and pulled it over her head and dropped it. She wore no bra and her nipples

were hard with need.

He slid an arm underneath her buttocks and picked her up. Her legs twined around

his waist and his mouth found one hard peak of her breast. Greedily suckled hard on

the tip. She arched against him wondering if she could ever get close enough. He

responded by pulling her tighter against him, thrusting his erection against her body.

The erotic rocking motion set off a chain reaction in her. A groan of raw need broke

from her lips as the tension spiraled tighter, coiling low and hard in her belly.

Gripping her waist, he moved away from the door and strode into the living room.

He set her on the hard top of a tall sofa table.

"What about the bedroom?" she asked.

"Too far away." He nipped the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

Linda sighed when his shoulder muscles rippled beneath her curious hands. Bryan

was a big man, well over six feet and probably around two thirty. Just the thought she

could make this man lose control was heady a feeling. He pushed up her skirt and she

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