One Night in Vegas (Entangled Lovestruck) (Gambling Hearts) by C. M. Stone Page B

drawing him closer.
    He seemed to be everywhere at once, filling her every sense. As his mouth worshipped her breasts, his hands unzipped her jeans. One of his hands slipped inside her panties to cup her. His middle finger lightly teased between her folds.
    “God, Chris.” She exhaled the words as she nuzzled into his hair.
    He continued teasing her as he switched to her other breast. His finger slid back and forth, stroking up and down before circling her clit. When he finally brushed that sensitive flesh, lust made every nerve ending sit up and beg. Leaving her aching in need for the moment, his finger slid back down again. He teased her entrance, then sank his middle finger into her, curling it slightly to stroke her inner walls as he thrust. His thumb brushed over her clit in time with his thrusts.
    Unable to even think of holding still, she rocked under him with soft moans. Off in the distance, a coyote called out into the night, but other than her moans and the sound of his rapid breathing, there was only the crisp calm of the desert night when the call faded.
    With her cheek against his hair, she inhaled the combination of clean male and horse that would always be his scent to her, the taste of their kiss still fresh on her lips. She ached to see more of him, wanting to memorize every inch of his body with her eyes instead of just her fingers, though her fingers were doing their best to explore his back and follow down the corded muscles in his arms as he touched her. Her eyes fluttered open to take in the glow of stars muted and dimmed by the neon of Vegas below them.
    He worked a second finger inside of her, his fingers thrusting more quickly. His thumb mirrored their speed, making her toes curl. His lips abandoned her breast to kiss back up her body, then press hard to her own lips in a sudden kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him, her heart squeezing painfully in her chest. Everything she’d wanted was here. Chris was giving it all to her, except the one thing that really mattered. Knowing all she could hope for was this one night added a bittersweet edge to every touch.
    When she felt herself tumbling over the edge into orgasm, her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, muffling her whimpers and cries. He groaned her name softly and pressed closer to her, his hand never slowing its movements even as her body grasped hungrily at his fingers.
    Only when she began to relax back into the sleeping bag under her did his hand slow and then stop. “You feel perfect.” He brushed her lips with another kiss. “I want to do so much more than just touch. Later I’m going to kiss and lick every bit of you until you can’t even speak.”
    The thought of feeling his expressive lips and tongue there made her moan softly. She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him. There was a desperate hunger on his side of the kiss this time, and she gave herself up to it willingly, letting him claim and plunder her mouth.
    His hands were busy again, working her jeans off. She raised up under him and helped him slide them over her hips along with her underwear, then kicked herself free from both. Once the last of her clothes were gone, she knew exactly where she wanted her hands.
    They went to his belt to unbuckle it, brushing his straining shaft as she did. With her left palm, she rubbed the heat of his arousal through the denim while her right hand worked his zipper down. He groaned into the kiss, pressing into her hand and making her want him all the more. Under his jeans she found boxer briefs, which really weren’t enough to contain him. Her fingers wrapped around him through the soft fabric, stroking, teasing.
    He broke off the kiss with a groan, then nuzzled her cheek. “Do you want me inside you?”
    There was no hesitation to her answer. “Yes.”
    “Let me get a condom.”
    Chris slid out of his jeans and boxer briefs the rest of the way, then found a condom in his wallet. Between the darkness