Free Wild Nights by Karen Erickson Page B

asshole who couldn’t give this girl even ten minutes of his time inside her body before he was ready to come.
    “I’m not gonna last,” he whispered harshly as he started to move faster.
    Her hands dropped to his ass and pulled him in closer, sending him deeper. They both groaned at the sensation. “I don’t care. Keep fucking me, Noah. Please.”
    Her use of the word “fucking” sent him right over the edge. He fucked her just like she asked, his hips slamming against hers, his cock going so deep she cried out at the very moment the orgasm took over him. Her name fell from his lips as he shuddered and shook above her, and she clung to him, her lips racing all over his chest, her hands still gripping his ass, her legs tight around his hips. She was surrounding him, consuming him, and fuck, he never wanted it to end.

Chapter Eight
    “I’m so tired,” Natalie murmured as she leaned against Noah’s side. He was so solid and warm, and when he slipped his arm around her shoulders and held her even closer, she knew she’d never felt so safe before. That nothing had ever felt so incredibly right.
    Ridiculous—she knew this. They were walking down the Vegas strip, checking out the casinos and the various entertainment that hung around outside. Street performers, showgirls handing out flyers, a man with a trick dog who could balance an apple on its head and walk for blocks. Weird stuff.
    Fun stuff too. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Staring at people on the street, so many of them desperate to entertain them. Not that anyone recognized Noah today since he was incognito.
    And so was she, not that anyone knew or cared who she was. He’d ordered the hotel to bring her a new set of clothes—expensive jeans and a cute black top that skimmed her curves and made her boobs look great, plus a pair of skimpy black lace panties and a matching bra. She felt like a new woman, completely different from her usual, scrubs-garbed self, and she loved it.
    Late Saturday afternoon and she’d totally blown off her friends—granted, they blew her off too, but she had some minor guilt she was still dealing with—and she was spending time with a man she was growing to like more and more.
    Again, ridiculous, because what they shared was fleeting and temporary, and they would be separated as of tomorrow morning when she hopped a plane back home.
    “You’re tired? But you said you wanted to check out Vegas,” Noah said, pressing his lips to her forehead. “So I’m giving you a tour.”
    Last night all she’d wanted to do was see what the city had to offer her. She wanted to explore and gamble and shop and eat. But now she could give a crap about Vegas. All she wanted to do was go back to bed. With Noah. The both of them preferably naked and wrapped around each other.
    “I seriously need a nap.” Which was sort of a lie. Yes, she’d like a nap, but she’d rather have sex with Noah instead.
    He grinned, the gleam in his eyes wicked. She wondered if he could read her mind. Probably. “I kept you up too late last night.”
    And this morning. Straight through till lunch, they’d had sex countless times. She’d enjoyed every single minute of it too. Her body was sore, her muscles loose and relaxed, though between her legs she was tender. She’d never had so much sex in her life. They’d done it all sorts of ways, in all sorts of places. In the shower. On the floor. Against the wall. Of course, the good old standby—the bed. They’d fucked there endlessly.
    He taught her how he liked a blowjob—slow and a little sloppy and with lots of tongue. She taught him what she liked when he went down on her—two fingers inside her while he sucked and licked her clit. They were both learning something. It was like a weekend of sex education.
    “Let’s get a taxi and go back to the hotel,” she suggested, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk so she could look up at him.
    Noah had no choice but to stop with her. “Are you