Page 31 of One Night Gamble
He rubbed his hands up and down her spine before tipping her head back so he could meet her gaze. “I’m not giving you a line.”
“A part of me wants to believe it,” she said. “The woman who locked the door and turned to find you watching her, she wants this. She wants to be free of the shackles of the past and able to enjoy you. I’ve never met a man like you, Casey. I don’t want you to be my biggest regret.”
Everything inside of him froze and something that he’d never felt before shifted and settled in his soul. He leaned down to kiss her, trying to show her with his embrace what he couldn’t say out loud. But in that moment, he knew that she was worth the risk. She was worth putting it all on the line and he wouldn’t regret this.
He felt her hands fall to his waist and she pulled him closer. An electric pulse of need and desire went through him, but he felt some tenderness, too. An emotion too strong to deny.
Talia Spencer was his. And he didn’t want to make love to her in the game room of Nicholas’s house. He wanted his big bed and the entire night to explore and uncover every detail of this woman who was making him believe that he could be the man he’d always pretended to be.
Chapter Ten
“Let’s get out of here,” Casey had said, and she’d been helpless to come up with a reason why she shouldn’t follow him back into Las Vegas and up to his penthouse apartment.
Once they were in the privacy of his place, he hadn’t said a word, just dropped his keys on the table in front of the mirror where he’d fingered her until she’d come so hard, she’d almost forgotten her name.
She moaned at the memory and he just put his arms around her waist and hefted her up over his shoulder.
“Hey,” she said.
“You bring out the caveman in me,” he admitted, carrying her up the stairs, which he took two at a time. He walked over to his bed and she felt the shift of his shoulders underneath her body as he placed her on her feet next to it.
“I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have made it up the stairs if I didn’t carry you. And I want you naked and spread out on my bed as soon as possible.”
“What about what I want?” she asked.
“Oh, love, I’m going to give you everything you want,” he promised.
His words and the look in his eyes sent a shaft of hot, molten need through her that pooled between her legs. He reached for his tie and took it off with one hand, tossing it to the side. As his fingers went to the studs of his shirt, she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, reaching up under her dress and drawing her panties down her legs.
She wondered if he would deliver everything she wanted. Their one night together had proven he had stamina, but that had surely just been the newness of it. The illicit thrill of hooking up with a guy whose last name she didn’t even know. This was different.
She knew him now. Knew that when he took off his shirt, he’d have that winning hand tattoo on his chest and this time…could she ignore it? The gambler was so much a part of who Casey was, it seemed ridiculous to pretend it wasn’t there.
“I’m going to take you so many times, you’re not going to be able to move in the morning,” he said.
Pushing her doubts away, she just licked her lips and drew the hem of her dress up higher until he could see her pussy. She reached between her legs, using two fingers to part herself and then glanced up to look at Casey, who stood stock still, his eyes glued to the flesh between her legs as she lightly rubbed her finger in a circular motion over her clit.
“Hurry up,” she said.
He groaned. “I like the view from here.”
“Do you?” she asked. “I’d like it better if you took your shirt off.”
“How’s this?” he asked, shrugging out of it and tossing it to the side.
“Better,” she admitted. “Now the pants.”
He had his pants off so fast she almost laughed, but she was hot and horny for him and needed him now.
He walked over to her. His cock thrust out from his body, showing her how much he wanted her. She was helpless to do anything but reach out and touch him. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft while she kept her fingers moving between her legs.
He pushed her back on the bed and then came down next to her, his hand going to the bodice of her dress, pulling it away from her breasts. As soon as they were exposed, his hand was plucking the nipple of her left breast while his mouth was attached to her other one.
It feels so good, she thought. His free hand brushed her hand away from her clit and his fingers were firmer, more concentrated, as he touched her. Whereas she had been lazily touching herself, Casey did it with intent. He kept it up until she was arching underneath him.
“I need more,” she whispered, drawing her hands up his back, using her nails to trace a delicate pattern on his skin.
He lowered his head and nibbled at the skin of her stomach, his tongue tracing the indentation of her belly button, and it felt like each time he dipped his tongue into her, her clit tingled. She shifted her hips to rub against him and he answered her with a thrust of his own hips.
