Vegas, Baby by Sandra Edwards Page A

you.” Her lips slid over his cheeks, kissing away his tears. “Let me ease your pain.”
    He should stop her, but her kiss, as unintentional as it seemed, was gratifying. An urge to seek out her lips with his own chipped away at Eddie’s tenuous hold on his emotions.
    She straddled his lap and draped her arms around his neck. This couldn’t be good. It felt good. But it wasn’t a good idea.
    “No, it’s wrong.” His weak objection breathed out in a whisper. And, even though his mind was saying “no” the rest of him was saying something else entirely.
    She smelled so good. He couldn’t identify the scent but it was seductive—like roses floating on the gentle breeze of a warm summer night.
    “No, it’s not wrong.” She pressed her body against him. “Go ahead and use me. Use me up.” Her plea was hard to resist, especially with those sweet kisses of hers adding their own whims of encouragement. “Let me take your pain...if only for a little while.”
    His desire to touch her hammered in his ears. He caved, and slid his hands up her arms. She felt so nice. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt this good.
    Won-over, he tangled his fingers in the spiraling, silky strands of her hair and cupped her face in his hands. His mouth found hers and he kissed her softly...slowly...seductively.
    Her lips, soft and sensuous, tempted him, and his pain took a back seat to the pleasure she offered. Trailing his hands down the side of her neck, he let the softness of her sleek skin carry his thoughts away. He longed to fill his hands with the swell of her breasts.
    The good guy in him forced the animal to ask, “Are you sure?”
    “Yes!” She ripped the Schruncie from her hair and tossed it aside. “Do it. Use me to chase your pain away, if only for a little while...” Her words trailed off into breathless desire. She loosened the leather strip holding his hair and released his ponytail, letting his long hair fall about his shoulders.
    Eddie lifted her T-shirt and skimmed his fingertips over her sizzling skin as he removed her top. The sight of the red-laced bra covering her voluptuous breasts tugged at his loins. He ached for release.
    Savoring the sight of her, he peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and laid them gently against her arms. He pulled her closer and she relaxed, sinking into his cushioning embrace.
    He blazed a trail of kisses down her throat and by the time he’d arrived at the mounds of her breasts, goose bumps had formed on her skin, leaving her trembling in his arms.
    Inside his Levi’s, he’d grown hard as steel. She rubbed against him, desperately wanting to experience the feel of his naked body against hers.
    Eddie peeled away the cup of her bra, exposing the swell of her breast. A brief shiver rippled through Rio as he closed his mouth over one nipple and tugged gently, suckling it. She let out a sharp gasp, pressing herself hard against him.
    Enough was enough! The time had come to dismiss with the clothing.
    She pulled away and stood, leaving him moaning an objection. The idea seemed to grow on him when her hands moved to the waistband of her sweats. His look was so provocative, it sent a tremor through her.
    When she positioned her fingers between her pants and her hips, his smile widened in approval.
    Gradually, she peeled away the layers—panties and all—and trailed her fingers down her bare legs, removing her clothes.
    She dropped the sweats at her ankles and toed her feet out of them. Standing before him, naked from the waist down, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.
    “Okay,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not a patient person. You should get out of those now.” She acknowledged his still-clothed body and tossed her bra into his lap.
    Desire pounded through his body like a runaway freight train that came to a crashing halt in his loins.
    Eddie stood without a word and removed his Levi’s, all the while his gaze fixed on her perfectly proportioned body.