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She thought she’d be more
prepared to have sex with Perry by waiting another day, but what if the chemistry that they’d experienced today was gone tomorrow? Could she really expect it to get better than it had been tonight? After all, they were both ripe for each other now.
With her heart in her throat, she set down the glass and padded to her door.
Then before she could change her mind, she grabbed her room key, opened her door and
walked out into the hall to rap on Perry’s door.
A few seconds passed, then the door swung open, revealing Perry in hastily donned slacks,
considering they were zipped, but not buttoned. “Jane, is something wrong?”
Seeing his expanse of muscled chest reminded her of the first time she’d knocked on his
door, and old self-doubts threatened to tie her tongue. But hadn’t she come to Vegas to unleash her inner wild child? To do something…bad?
“I changed my mind,” she said, sounding stronger than she felt. “D-do you mind if I come
in?”
Realization dawned on Perry’s face, followed by a slow, sexy smile. He reached for her
hand and pulled her inside, stopping only to hang a Do Not Disturb sign on the knob before he closed the door.
Chapter 13
To Jane, the click of Perry’s door closing was like a gong sounding the end to her staid,
dull existence. His room was dimly lit, the bed covers slightly rumpled. A thumping rock tune played on the stereo. It was as if she literally had crossed a threshold from good girl to…bad.
When Perry turned to look at her with hungry eyes, a shiver passed over her shoulders.
But it felt soooo good.
He came to her and lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss that went from warm to scorching
in a heartbeat. For some reason, he seemed obsessed with her hair, sinking his hands into it and caressing the nape of her neck while he devoured her mouth. Then he pulled back, his hands
dropping to the tie on her robe.
When the robe fell open and off her shoulders, any panic or shyness she might have felt
from standing in front of him in her underwear was overridden by his groan of pleasure as his warm hands closed in around her waist. He lifted her, half-walking, half-carrying her to his bed, kissing her collarbone and shoulders, sending waves of pleasure over her entire body.
The man had already surpassed her previous lovers, and he’d barely touched her.
She sank into the softness of his pillows, the anticipation of what was to come rendering
her breathless. He stood by the bed and stepped out of his slacks, answering the boxers or briefs question—white athletic-style briefs hugged his powerful thighs and dipped low enough on his
narrow waist to reveal the tip of his impressive erection, already shiny with need.
The thought of him inside her made her languid and malleable. His bigness, his maleness,
was overwhelming. She remembered thinking when she first saw him that his long, hard body
appeared to be made for sex, and she realized now that she
was right—everything about him called to a woman. She felt her body readying for him,
and wanted to be rid of the scraps of fabric between them. She reached for the front hook of her bra and unfastened it, allowing her breasts to spill forward, their tips distended and eager for his touch.
His face darkened with desire as he climbed on top of her. “You’re beautiful,”
he breathed against her skin, then captured one peak in his warm, wet mouth.
She sighed and arched into him, unprepared for the onslaught of erotic sensations as his
body seemingly stroked hers from head to toe. Every inch of his skin presented new textures and temperatures—warm, hot, soft, firm, hard, rough.
Jane threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and moaned as he drew on her nipple.
“Tell me what you want, Jane,” he whispered. “Tell me what feels good.”
The idea shocked her, but somehow it felt natural with Perry. “It feels good when you kiss
my breasts.”
He lowered a few
prepared to have sex with Perry by waiting another day, but what if the chemistry that they’d experienced today was gone tomorrow? Could she really expect it to get better than it had been tonight? After all, they were both ripe for each other now.
With her heart in her throat, she set down the glass and padded to her door.
Then before she could change her mind, she grabbed her room key, opened her door and
walked out into the hall to rap on Perry’s door.
A few seconds passed, then the door swung open, revealing Perry in hastily donned slacks,
considering they were zipped, but not buttoned. “Jane, is something wrong?”
Seeing his expanse of muscled chest reminded her of the first time she’d knocked on his
door, and old self-doubts threatened to tie her tongue. But hadn’t she come to Vegas to unleash her inner wild child? To do something…bad?
“I changed my mind,” she said, sounding stronger than she felt. “D-do you mind if I come
in?”
Realization dawned on Perry’s face, followed by a slow, sexy smile. He reached for her
hand and pulled her inside, stopping only to hang a Do Not Disturb sign on the knob before he closed the door.
Chapter 13
To Jane, the click of Perry’s door closing was like a gong sounding the end to her staid,
dull existence. His room was dimly lit, the bed covers slightly rumpled. A thumping rock tune played on the stereo. It was as if she literally had crossed a threshold from good girl to…bad.
When Perry turned to look at her with hungry eyes, a shiver passed over her shoulders.
But it felt soooo good.
He came to her and lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss that went from warm to scorching
in a heartbeat. For some reason, he seemed obsessed with her hair, sinking his hands into it and caressing the nape of her neck while he devoured her mouth. Then he pulled back, his hands
dropping to the tie on her robe.
When the robe fell open and off her shoulders, any panic or shyness she might have felt
from standing in front of him in her underwear was overridden by his groan of pleasure as his warm hands closed in around her waist. He lifted her, half-walking, half-carrying her to his bed, kissing her collarbone and shoulders, sending waves of pleasure over her entire body.
The man had already surpassed her previous lovers, and he’d barely touched her.
She sank into the softness of his pillows, the anticipation of what was to come rendering
her breathless. He stood by the bed and stepped out of his slacks, answering the boxers or briefs question—white athletic-style briefs hugged his powerful thighs and dipped low enough on his
narrow waist to reveal the tip of his impressive erection, already shiny with need.
The thought of him inside her made her languid and malleable. His bigness, his maleness,
was overwhelming. She remembered thinking when she first saw him that his long, hard body
appeared to be made for sex, and she realized now that she
was right—everything about him called to a woman. She felt her body readying for him,
and wanted to be rid of the scraps of fabric between them. She reached for the front hook of her bra and unfastened it, allowing her breasts to spill forward, their tips distended and eager for his touch.
His face darkened with desire as he climbed on top of her. “You’re beautiful,”
he breathed against her skin, then captured one peak in his warm, wet mouth.
She sighed and arched into him, unprepared for the onslaught of erotic sensations as his
body seemingly stroked hers from head to toe. Every inch of his skin presented new textures and temperatures—warm, hot, soft, firm, hard, rough.
Jane threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and moaned as he drew on her nipple.
“Tell me what you want, Jane,” he whispered. “Tell me what feels good.”
The idea shocked her, but somehow it felt natural with Perry. “It feels good when you kiss
my breasts.”
He lowered a few
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