Free Calling Her Bluff (What Happens in Vegas) by Kaia Danielle Page B

quick work of loosening her jeans. All the while, his eyes never left hers.
    Her zipper opened with a flick. She lifted her hips and smiled, goading him. He swallowed. What was he doing? He had intended to tie her up and leave her there to teach her a lesson. But his newly discovered impulsive side urged him on to do more. So did her eyes.
    The “old” him had always opted to do “the right thing.” Tonight, it was time to go with the flow. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    He shifted his weight to ease the ache straining the elastic limits of his boxer briefs. He stalked toward her on his hands and knees, like a panther hovering over his prey. His hand palmed her behind before slowly peeling away the form-fitting denim. What he found beneath made him swear.
    She wasn’t wearing any panties.
    He, in turn, surprised her with the most intimate of kisses. When Kamaria gasped, he grinned into her flesh. That’s right, sweetheart. You only thought you were in control.
    He kissed his way up to the tender flesh of her belly. “If at any time you want me to stop, say ‘liverwurst.’”
    “What?” Kamaria’s eyes flew open.
    “Our safe word.”
    “Liverwurst has got to be the least sexy thing to say during foreplay.”
    He hovered over her face, rubbing the very tip of his nose gently against hers. “That’s the idea. My Nonna would make me eat liverwurst sandwiches every day after school. I hate the stuff. Mentioning it is the quickest way to pull me out of the mood.”
    “But when you think about it, deli meat looks kinda hot.” She stroked the outline of his cock with her toes. He grabbed her foot, carefully extending the line of her leg until it rested on his shoulder. His nose nuzzled her inner thigh.
    “I think you’re hot.”
    Jack sank onto his elbows and knees. He buried his face into her sweetness, transporting him from memories of a cold cut nightmare—and Jesus, only this woman could make him laugh one second and have him hotter than hell in the next—to the impossible heat and beauty that was Kamaria Wilson. Each time her hips swayed or pitched forward, he was right there with her. Never relenting in his pursuit of her pleasure. He knew she was close when she started to pant.
    “Jack. You… I…” He inserted his fingers into the mix to finally take her over the edge. Her entire body tensed, and then she convulsed, her body tightening. She made the sweetest, sexiest sounds he’d ever heard when she came.
    He knew she had returned to earth when she gasped, “Liv…wurst.”
    He reached up to remove her hands from his cuffs. He had left them just loose enough for her to slip out with a gentle tug.
    “Wait.” The single word stopped him. “I want you to leave them on.” Satisfaction warmed his belly. He could totally fall for this woman.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.” Everything about this was too right. There had to be a way to make this work between them past Sunday…
    Still relishing his moment of glory, Jack rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. With her arms bound and body sprawled against the sheets like some exotic offering for his pleasure, she was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen. He quickly slipped on a condom and slid deep into her heat.
    “Faster. Please,” she begged. He grinned as he felt her back arch.
    “No.” He continued to take his time despite feeling her clench and strain around his cock as he drove deep. “You’re still in trouble, naughty girl.”
    “Please.” She nuzzled against his chest, one leg massaging up along the side of his body. If he’d freed her hands, he knew they would’ve wrapped around him and held him close. He shook his head in response as he continued his leisurely pace. One agonizing stroke at a time.
    “This is torture,” she hissed. She raised her head so their chins touched.
    “That’s the idea, sweetheart.” He wedged his hand between their bodies, reaching down to tease her clit between his fingers.
    “What if…”