Free Seducing Seven (What Happens in Vegas) by M.K. Meredith Page B

shoulders, she moved backward up onto the bed, bending at the knees, and ran her lips down his chest until her mouth closed around his nipple. Every muscle in his body tightened in hot need. That was exactly what he wanted to do to her. “Whoa, slow down.”
    She nipped at his chest with her teeth. “Why, can’t keep up?”
    He slapped her round butt cheek, but grinned at the top of her head. “Don’t be an ass.”
    She fell back on the bed, lifting her hands to him. “Salesmen talk too much.”
    Blinking against the sight of her lush body, Blake shucked his pants and boxer briefs. Placing one knee on the bed between her ankles, he rolled on a condom. Her large chocolate eyes watched his hands and made him grow to gargantuan proportions, pushing his control beyond reason.
    He resisted the urge to just push her panties aside and dive in, but he needed to get the rest of her clothes off—now. Her waist was impossibly small and flared out into the juiciest ass he’d ever seen, and his mouth watered. She was a damn hustler for wearing that sack of a dress when they’d first met.
    He ran his palms up her legs and over her hips, and uncrossed the hands she’d wrapped around her stomach; she was the last woman who needed to ever cover herself. Her cheeks flushed, and he would have laughed at the idea of her shyness if his body weren’t so painfully aware of how much he wanted to sink into her beautiful heat. Frankly, if she chose to go the rest of the weekend naked, he’d be all for it.
    Seven helped as he removed her bra and panties, pulling him on top of her in a frenzy of limbs and lips and tongue. Her breasts pressed back against his chest, her stiff little nipples rubbing against him as he moved. He felt the hard nubs all the way to the end of his dick. Bracing his weight on his forearm, he leaned back just enough to palm her breast in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and then brushing his fingertips back and forth over her nipple, tightening it even more.
    She whimpered into his mouth and sucked at his lower lip, then slid her tongue against his. He’d die before he finished if she kept that up. Positioning himself between her thighs, he ran himself up and down her center. She was slick and hot and ready.
    Grabbing at his ass, she pulled him to her. “Now.”
    He didn’t have to be told twice, and with control he never would have believed he possessed, pushed between her folds, an inch at a time until he was fully inside her. His arms shook, he struggled for air, and his body demanded he move—now. With slow, purposeful strokes, he pulled out and then pushed back in, and with each slow slide, she pulled her knees closer to her shoulders. For fuck’s sake, she was hot.
    They mirrored the action of their bodies with their tongues, and Blake swallowed every moan and whimper and demand she uttered.
    An urgency built at the base of his dick as he thrust into her again and again until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Surrounded by her sweet scent, her soft skin, and her sexy voice, he’d gladly die right then and there.
    Reaching his hand between their bodies, he pressed his thumb in a gentle rhythm against her, the feel of her silky skin under him, the sweetest drug. Insistent whimpers and her tightening muscles warned him she was getting close. She arched into him, tight as a strung bow. Deepening their kiss, he tightened his grip with one arm, holding her body in place, pushing her to ride out her pleasure. She clamped around him, yanking him with her, contraction after contraction, and he groaned into the pillow. As he rocked forward, plunging deeper into her, his sight went white, and he felt the sweet burn of his release throughout his whole body.
    He stayed poised above her, buried to the hilt, her legs around his back, and the sound of them both struggling for air the only noise he could hear beyond the ringing in his head. Her legs slid down his back and settled in the bend of his knees, and he