Her Secret Lover (What Happens in Vegas) by Robin Covington Page A

complete with a kiss if you have a willing partner.”
    He looked down at her, his eyes going dark and his drawl deepening. “For the record, I’m willing.”
    “For the record, you’re killing me with the accent when you say stuff like that.” And that was an understatement. Micah had her head spinning like a roulette wheel, and she had a feeling that any number she landed on was going to be lucky tonight. She spotted Aiden waving at her from across the room. It looked like they’d been able to secure a table. “Come on. I’ll introduce you to my best friends, and we can get a drink and dance.”
    “I don’t really dance,” he said, pulling her closer as they navigated the crowd.
    She laughed and shook her head, shouting a little to be heard as they pushed through the crowd. “Is that a man or Marine thing?”
    “It’s an ‘I’m a guy who grew up in the mountains of Virginia, and we don’t dance thing.’”
    “Oh hell, don’t be a guy. Just don’t,” she said, remembering her favorite movie, Say Anything , and improvised the line. “Don’t be a guy, Micah, be a man.”
    He rolled his eyes and huffed a growl against her ear. “Where I come from, a man hunts, farms, breaks horses, and knows how to survive the mountain.”
    “Okay, so you catch the bacon and bring it home, but there’s more than one appetite to feed for a woman.”
    She felt him smile against her earlobe, his hand sliding across her abdomen and drawing her up short in the crowd until she was flush against him. His face buried in her hair, and his strong, muscled chest resting against her back, her ass cradled against his groin. Kelsey gasped, thinking that Micah was more like the heroes in his books than he thought. This was dangerous but she couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t been tempted in a long time, and he was making her ache with desire.
    “I can take care of whatever hunger you have, Kelsey.” His breath was sharp against her neck, hot even with the press of the bodies all around them. “But you’ll never see my ass on Dancing with the Stars .”
    She snickered, wondering how he could get her hot and make her laugh at the same time. It was a dangerous combination, and she needed to remember her rules to avoid the pitfalls of getting too enthralled by a man with a sexy accent and a hard body. Sex was okay. No strings. Loose. Easy.
    She couldn’t afford to get involved.
    “Oh, man.” She gripped his hand and tugged him with her as she resumed their progress across the floor of the club. “If you’re going to keep talking like that, I need something cold and top shelf.”
    He didn’t say anything, but he did keep his arm wrapped around her middle even when they stopped at one of the booths that lined the back of the room. From here there was easy access to the bar and an excellent view of the dance floor. The gang was here, all perched on their seats, devouring Micah with their eyes and not even trying to be subtle.
    “Micah Holmes, these are my best friends: Aiden MacAuley, Sarina Court, and Lilah Park.” She pointed out each one as she made her way around the table, and they each saluted him with their drink and a smile. “This is Micah.”
    “Hey, man.” Aiden extended his hand and flashed his wide grin that could make anyone feel comfortable. “Glad you could make it and increase the testosterone factor tonight.”
    “You bet.” Micah laughed, shook his hand, and then returned it to loop around her waist. She ignored the raised eyebrow from Sarina, hoping that Micah didn’t catch it. “I’m just happy to get out of my hotel room for awhile. I’ve been cooped up there for almost a week working.”
    “And don’t forget your trauma from earlier today,” Kelsey said. “It was either dancing or therapy.”
    “It sounds like you need a drink,” added Aiden, nodding toward the bar. “You want to go get something? I’ll keep you company, and you can tell me all about your trauma.”
    Micah turned to