Page 13 of One Night Gamble
His other hand was on her hip, drawing her closer as she felt his lips on her body. His mouth moved down her side and his hand on her waist drew a pattern against her stomach.
She arched against him, feeling the need building in her again.
…
He was trying to take his time, but honestly, only because the anticipation felt so good. What he wanted was to bury himself deep inside of her and keep thrusting until he came. But he also wanted to make this last. And he had always been good at delayed gratification.
Though he had to admit, with her, it was a bit harder.
He focused on her body, on exploring her curves and learning all of her secrets. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as he moved down her torso, lingering over the sensitive skin under her breast and then biting gently at it.
He nibbled on her and held her under his hands, telling himself that he was in control. But the ache in his groin proved him wrong. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he felt his cock jump. She leaned up, brushing against his chest, urging him on.
He drew his hand down her spine, tracing his nail carefully down the line of her back and stopping at the indentation above her backside, which he could see in the mirror. He’d moved her so that her back faced the mirror. Already, he knew he’d never forget the memory of seeing her arch up toward him on the table.
Hell.
He was never going to be able to enter his home again and not see her here, wordlessly begging him to take her.
Her eyes drifted closed as he drew his finger around her nipple. It was velvety compared to the satin smoothness of her breast. He brushed his finger back and forth until she bit her lower lip and shifted in his arms.
She moaned his name, and it went right through him. There was so much need and longing and demand in her voice. He wanted to give her everything he had, but not here. Not on the table.
“Wrap your legs around my hips.”
She did as he asked and he cursed under his breath as her center rubbed over his cock. He grabbed the box of condoms, guessing that once wasn’t going to be enough with her, and then held her close to him with one arm as he carried her up the sweeping staircase to his bedroom. He walked straight to the king-sized bed and sat on the edge. She shifted, dropping her knees on the mattress beside him, then rubbing her center over his erection. He nearly came right there.
Trying to regain control, he scraped his fingernail over her nipple and she shivered in his arms. He pushed her back a little so he could see her entire torso. Her breasts were bare, nipples distended and begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and suckled.
He held her still with a hand on the small of her back, burying his other hand in her hair and arched her over his arm. Both of her breasts were thrust up at him. He felt as if he had a winning hand, but couldn’t reveal it to anyone else. She was his partner in bed, but his dealings with women had taught him not to show any vulnerability. But hell, it was hard not to.
Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipple, he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.
“Are you going to make me wait all night?” she asked teasingly, her hand going to his erection.
“Not another moment,” he said, shifting between her legs and pushing up into her.
He held her hips steady and entered her slowly, deeply until he was fully seated. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips as he started thrusting, holding him to her, her eyes half closed, and her head tipped back.
He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping it very gently. She started to tighten around him, her hips moving faster, demanding more. But he kept the pace slow, steady, wanting her to come again before he did.
He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust, and he felt her hands in his hair clenching as she threw her head back and let her climax rip through her.
He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. She scraped her nails down his back, pulling him to her. His sac tightened and his blood roared in his ears as he felt everything in his world center on this one woman.
He thrust into her again and again, until he was completely drained, and then fell back on the bed, bringing her with him. She lay her head on his chest, her face turned away from his tattoo, and he held her tight as their breathing slowed.
She snuggled closer to him. Though he knew he should soon ask her to leave, that things would be more complicated if she stayed, he wanted to keep her with him for a bit longer. Wanted this winning streak—and tonight had definitely felt like one—to last.
He shifted her head onto a pillow then got up to deal with the condom. When he came back, he saw she was sleeping and climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.
He had played the game too long to believe the feeling inside of him was anything other than temporary. Like every winning hand he’d ever had, he knew the next one would be a challenge, not something that came easily. But as he watched her sleep in his arms, he forgot all about that.
Chapter Five
She couldn’t believe it! Here she was, sitting in the corporate office of the Jokers Wild Casino, meeting with the three owners. And wasn’t it just perfect that one of the men interviewing her was Casey—the guy she hooked up with the night before.
It looked like she had the same luck her father had, which was to say, none at all. That was why she never placed a bet, never took a chance at anything.
