SinCityTryst by Kim Tiffany

text her, but discarded it. He didn’t want to text her about
last night, he needed to see her face and gauge her reaction when he brought it
up.
    She was everything he had hoped for in a woman—warm, funny,
irreverent, easy to talk to and a sexual dynamo to boot. Her passionate nature
was a huge turn-on, and he was eager to finish what they had started with
gusto. His body hummed with renewed excitement just thinking of the way she’d
generously deep-throated him, the way she had screamed and collapsed in
paroxysms of pleasure when he’d used her dildo on her. He remembered the way
she’d writhed against the bedclothes, dewy and trembling and hotter than any
Vegas act he’d ever witnessed. Damn, she was the whole package. A complete
sweetheart and phenomenal in the sack.
    Where the hell could she be? Why hadn’t she tried to wake
him up?
    He snapped his cell open again to make sure that there had
been no calls, and blinked. Three missed calls from Sean? Sean! Fuck. It was
his best friend’s bachelor weekend in Vegas. And he was the best man.
    Ethan sucked his teeth in annoyance and exhaled noisily. He
supposed he should feel like shit for cutting out on his friends without any
warning, but he couldn’t dredge up any real regret. It had all been so fucking
incredible, the most intense sensual experience of his life. If he had the
chance, he knew he would do it all over again. His gaze lingered on the bed as
he recalled the way Sara had suckled him on her knees, her huge eyes looking up
at him with a seductive twinkle, her plump bottom begging for the flat of his
hand to warm it. Her sweet submissiveness and utter trust called something
deeply primal in him, and he planned to explore it further at the earliest
opportunity.
    And he needed to talk to her. Soon. He needed to let her
know that it hadn’t been a case of hit-it-and-quit-it for him. Despite his
elusive little lady’s disappearing act this evening, he couldn’t wait to prove
to her over and over again that the tender feelings that had roiled up in him
during their lovemaking hadn’t been a fluke.
    Just then, his phone rang. “Sara?” he answered
automatically. “Is that you?”
    There was a stunned pause, and then a shout of deep
laughter. “Uh, no, dude. But I guess I don’t need to ask you where the hell
you’ve been the past three hours.”
    “Sean.” Ethan’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “Hey,
man. No, I didn’t mean—she and I, we didn’t—I mean, we did but we
didn’t…” Ethan clamped his mouth shut against the half-uttered excuses that
threatened to tumble out on their own accord. Sean didn’t need to know the
details.
    What the hell could he say anyway? That he’d been unable to
keep his hands off the sumptuous maid of honor for one more second and that
they’d spent the past few hours in a sexual haze when he should’ve been sending
his best friend off to the state of holy matrimony in high style? He sounded
like a douche, even to his own ears.
    Plus, he wasn’t sorry about the latest development in the
slightest.
    “We were catching up in private,” Ethan explained
cautiously.
    Sean chortled uproariously. “Oh, I just bet you were,” he
howled over the phone. “Don’t worry about me, brother,” Sean admonished. “If
you and Sara stopped dancing around each other long enough to see how perfect
you are for each other, I’m happy for you, bud. Where is she anyway?”
    Ethan sighed and rubbed his face, almost groaning at the
faint scent of her excitement that still lingered on his hand. Sean knew him
too well. “I wish I knew, man. She took off while my back was turned.” He
kicked at his socks on the floor, and one landed near the TV console.
    “Damn, already?” Sean hooted. “You must be losing your touch.
What happened? Been so long for you that you forgot what goes where on a real
woman?”
    “Fuck you, man,” Ethan retorted without any heat as he
retrieved his wayward socks. “I don’t know. I