Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) (7 page)

I watched. I waited. Minutes went by. Lots of them. Still…no BE. I sat on a bench. I watched some more. I swear I thought I was going to get whiplash my head was turning about so frequently and with such fervor. After time, I stopped watching. I stopped jumping every time that I heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

One thought occurred to me. What if he was waiting for me up in the room? What if we missed each other? A flicker of hope helped me from the bench and had me rushing to guest services. I needed a phone.

The gentleman behind the desk was really nice. He pointed me toward the bank of courtesy phones without making me explain that I was an idiot who managed to lock herself out of her room without a key or phone. Maybe in Vegas it happens all the time.

I turned so that I was facing away from the entrance and toward the elevators so I wouldn’t miss him again. The phone had just started ringing when there was a kiss on my neck.

“Hey,” I said, whipping around and wondering what strange man would have the audacity to start kissing some woman he didn’t even know. The phone was still in my hand when I realized it was BE.

“Who are you calling?” He asked, a playful look in his beautiful blue bedroom eyes.

“Jolie,” I said breathlessly. “I was looking for you.”

He took the phone from my hand and hung it up. “Well, that seems superfluous now,” he teased as he took a step back. I didn’t mind. It gave me the room I needed.

Rushing into his arms, I nearly toppled him over. He laughed as he squeezed me tighter, closer than ever before with his one free arm. “You’re here,” I breathed into his chest.

“There’s nowhere more important for me to be,” he said as he gently tugged my head back by my hair. “I would go anywhere, everywhere, just to be with you,” he said intently.

“What’s that?” I asked, just noticing the potted flower in his hand.

“This?” He asked with a smile. “This is an orchid. I couldn’t come meet you empty-handed. Everything I looked at just felt too common. Then I saw this. It’s rare, beautiful, exotic, and if you treat it right…it will flourish.” He set it on the counter beside the phone.

His words melted my insides. Soon he had one arm wrapped around my waist, hugging my pelvis to his. His hand knotted in my hair and forced me to look up into his amazing blue eyes. He stared at me intently, focused on my lips. Inside, I was quivering. I knew that look. He was measuring the distance. His tongue darted out of his mouth for a moment, then he began to bite his lower lip. In that instant, I was on fire. BE caught my gaze once more.

“My name is Ben,” he said in a low, seductive voice.

“Alysin, Sin for short,” I said breathlessly. The anticipation was killing me. “Nice to meet you.”

“Sin…is it?” He asked.

I nodded weakly, desperate for his lips to finally be on mine once more.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he murmured. His hand cupped my face a moment, before it slid to the back of my neck, urging me closer, slowly gently until our lips touched. The fit was perfect. They soon parted and his tongue was soon touching mine, brushing against it, sending shivers throughout my body. He drew my body impossibly close to his.

The intensity of it made my knees weak, and apparently his, too. He slowly pulled back as he ended our kiss and then leaned heavily on the counter. “Whew! My heart,” he joked.

“Then let’s relax for a while on a gondola ride,” I suggested gently, taking his hand and cautiously nudging him in the direction of the line.

“Anything you wish, my love,” Ben murmured.

Smiling up at him, I wondered what I wished. Mostly, I was beginning to wish that we’d never be apart again. Reaching for the offered orchid, I smiled as we walked away together.

“It’s really heating up out there,” Ben commented.

I found myself saying that a lot in my head. Ben. His name is Ben. It seemed like such a nice name. Sturdy. Honest. Hard working. And my Ben was hot, sexy, and clearly in love with me. I mean…I really didn’t see him being the kind of guy to pass out personal dildos to every chick he slept with. Of course, it didn’t hurt to check.

“How many other women have you given a personalized dildo to?” I asked curiously.

“Just you, Sin,” he said as he smiled down at me. “I’m not exactly in the habit of making dick molds, you know? Do you mind if we do the indoor gondola ride for two?”

Laughing, I said, “Indoor sounds pretty perfect right now.” Hell, anywhere with him sounded pretty perfect at the moment. We hadn’t even had reunion sex and I was already putty in his hands.

Soon we had boarded and the gondolier was singing to us. I was wrapped in Ben’s arms and it seemed like everything was falling into place. Life was finally unfolding as it should. That week of angst was over. I expected nothing but smooth sailing ahead. That must be why I let out that blissful sigh.

“Well, Sin, we made it. We’re together in Vegas,” he murmured into my hair.

“Um hmm,” I mumbled against his chest while squeezing him closer.

“I think we need to renegotiate the terms,” he said. I didn’t even have to look up to know that he was smiling. It was evident in the tone of his voice. Damn, I had missed that voice.

“What terms?” I asked, without the least bit of concern. This was Ben we were talking about.

“Well, we already broke our first rule. I know your name, your first name at least,” he said.

Sitting up a little more so that I could look him in those beautiful eyes as we spoke, I said, “Oh, my name is Alysin Nixon.”

He beamed. “It has a nice ring to it. I’m Benjamin Everly,” he said.

“Everly,” I said in my thinking voice. “Where have I heard that name before? Or maybe I saw it?” I wasn’t expecting him to answer. I had a finger to my lip, tapping it as I considered my own question.

“It was on the wine bottle I had chilling for you in the suite when you arrived. Could that be it?” He smirked.

“Oh, that’s right. How cool. You have the same name as a brand of wine,” I said happily.

“Well, that’s just because I own the winery,” he said with a shrug.

I paused and looked at him. “You OWN the winery?” I asked, incredulously. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with men like him. “I love that! What a way to parlay a passion into a career. You do love wine, right?”

Throwing his head back, he laughed. “Yes, I love wine. And I don’t own the winery alone. My parents passed it on to my younger sister, Brenda, and me when they died suddenly in a freak parasailing accident about ten years ago.” He sighed and shook his head. “We’ve grown and changed and now have an award winning winery. I couldn’t do it without her.”

“That must be nice, having family. Jolie is mostly my family and I’m hers.” I shrugged.

“Well, Sin Nixon, are you ready to break some rules?” He asked teasing me while leaning over to nibble on my ear.

“Absolutely. Let’s break all of them.” I said it and I meant it. I just never considered what could come from that. I really should have done that.

After the gondola docked and we stepped out, there was no question where we were going next. More it was a challenge to see who was going to break first. I was stubborn as hell. It would have to be him.

We walked around for a few minutes glancing in the shops. It was nice, but nothing really caught our attention. He had an arm flung casually around my shoulders. Mine was wrapped around his waist. Periodically, he would pull me close and plant a few kisses in my hair or bend over to kiss my neck. It melted me every time. I wanted him so very badly.

I was carrying the potted orchid and considering what a nice gift it was. It broke one of my rules, of course. Up until now, I had made sure I didn’t have to be responsible for one more living thing…not even a plant. Now, suddenly, I am the proud owner of an exotic flowering plant that would, no doubt, require special care, attention, and treatment. I might have to sing lullabies or read bedtime stories, cover it with a blanket for all I knew. Yet, because it was an incredibly thoughtful gift from an incredibly amazing man, I was happy about it. “Purple,” I said. “How did you know?”

Chuckling, he responded, “I mostly guessed. It was process of elimination. I didn’t want anything too common for you. You have no idea how special and extraordinary you are.”

Smirking, I warned, “Keep talking like that and you will have wooed me into bed in no time.”

“Do I really have to woo you?” He asked.

“Sadly, no. You just say the word…” I looked down and shook my head in shame.

“Good…because I was just thinking that the plant was looking cumbersome and that you might want to drop it off at the room before we did any more shopping…” He watched my eyes for a response.

Without hesitation I said, “Let’s go.”

Being all calm and cool was completely forgotten. All I knew was that I needed him in me. The sooner, the better. That week apart had been too long. Our week together had been too short. Eventually we’d talk and he’d reveal what he had planned for me. We were putting the ‘what are your intentions’ talk on steroids. I could feel it.

All I wanted was to make it back to the suite with him.

The walk back to the room was short. There was plenty of foreplay along the way. Somehow my hot and sexy man managed to stand behind me in the elevator and wrap his arms around me in such a way that he was able to graze my already throbbing nipples. So, naturally, I had to return the favor. Positioning myself just so, I managed to ensure that his cock was sandwiched nicely between my butt cheeks. I could feel him getting harder. Teasing him was exciting both of us. On the cruise ship, he had been the one to really torture me, but now I knew how to play back. After a week together, I knew a lot of his turn-ons. It was so exciting being able to use that against him.

By the time we stepped off the elevator on our floor, he was holding the orchid in front of his crotch to hide his bulging erection and doing a poor job of it. When we reached the door, and I was struggling with the key card, he was pressing against me and whispering in my ear.

“Sin, I am going make sure you never want to be away from me again. I’m going to take you hard and fast, leave you breathless and fulfilled. Then, I’m going to take you again,” he murmured.

I could actually feel my panties getting damp while he spoke. Slowly he nibbled on my lobe. My hand was shaking so that I couldn’t even get the card to read in the slot properly.

Just as my frustration was mounting, the door flew open. Jolie stood there smirking at us. “Well, well, well. Déjà vu.”

Once again, I was moaning in need. Only this time, Jolie knew that her involvement would not be as welcome as it had been that first time. Stepping aside, she urged us in out of the hall. “Get in here!”

I nodded and walked forward while holding the potted plant. “Thank you,” I mumbled, distracted by Ben’s hands roaming all over my body. Jolie reached out and took the flower from me. “Thank you,” I managed again…barely. There were a few things I wanted to do with my mouth at the moment…speaking wasn’t one of them.