Free Hard Luck (The Vegas Obsession Series, #1) by Chloe Grey

his soul there somewhere. All I could see in his eyes was pure passion. Or maybe I was projecting what I felt coursing through my veins. The touch of his hand on my face sent sparks flying through me. I was so overcome with need, I let him know with my eyes.
    At this proximity, his brown eyes were almost hazel, with gold and brown flecks that looked like they would sparkle in the sun. He let out a soft sigh and I wrinkled my nose at the feel of his breath against my skin. My heart pounded in my chest when his other hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I began to pull away, but even if my brain wasn’t ready, my body was.
    He pressed another soft kiss to my cheek and kept his face close. I think it melted all the lingering resistance I might have built up to defend myself.
    “Leslie, I...” He pulled away and trailed off. His thumb stroked along my chin and up to my lips. “I would really love to kiss these lips again, Leslie.”
    My breath caught and my stomach clenched, and oh God, I wanted to make the next move. But I was frozen in the fire of his eyes; and his touch. My gaze dropped to stare at his mouth, and my shoulders softened, and that’s when he seized the moment.
    I had been fighting my attraction to him, but realized he was feeling it just as strongly. I didn’t think I had ever felt that way before. He tipped my head back with his hand and took my mouth quickly, giving me no more time to think. All I could do was feel. My blood boiled when his lips met mine. If he wanted to, he could undress me, touch me all over, and take me; my desire was so strong he could have his way with me and I would love every moment.
    He groaned into our kiss and let out a few deep breaths through his nose. The sound vibrated through my body. It ignited a raging fire that needed to be fed before it could come back under control. He dropped his hands and tightened his grip around my waist, and now I’ve completely come apart, lifting one leg and wrapping it onto his for security.
    My other knee buckled, bumping into his, and all of a sudden he picked me up and lowered me on the couch.
    “Oh God,” I moaned.
    He rested on top of me, his body pressed to mine. His hands came up to tangle in the hair at my temples, holding me in place as his tongue invaded its way into my mouth. That was it. He claimed me and I was owned. His fingers stroked the inner whorls of my ears, and my body let him know exactly how much I enjoyed it. I was bucking beneath him and my tongue suddenly dueled with his own.
    He wrapped his tongue around mine, licking and tasting; savoring me in a way that drove me wild. I moaned and whimpered. He pulled away and kissed my face; everywhere but my mouth. I moved under him, as hungry as he was.
    I grabbed his head and forced his down to mine. I pressed a kiss on his lips to all but tell him I wanted more. He looked genuinely surprised by it, and it took him a moment before he began reacting and responding. He opened his lips and took my mouth again, and for the second time of my life, I found myself wishing the world would end and this moment would stretch on eternally. If it never happened again, I would have the memory.
    By then I was panting and gasping for air that wouldn’t come to quench my need. I was filing away the feelings intertwined with sensations, and I felt him shift his body down to deliver a trail of kisses down my neck and to my throat. I raised my hands to run my palms and fingers through his hair. It was wavy and smooth. I instantly loved feeling it against my skin and craved to feel it against my thighs.
    His free hand wandered, slipping under my shirt and cupping my breasts through my bra. My nipples peaked in reaction and my hips rocked into him for more. He swooped lower and slipped a fingertip under my bra, just barely caressing it before he lifted my top, pushed my bra to the side, and his lips moved in to continue. My body shivered and my