Behaving Badly in Vegas (Vegas Love #3)

20. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Hunter

Fuck me.

What was I doing?

I should have stopped myself, but I couldn’t.

She wasn’t mine to take, but damn if I didn’t want her anyway.

I was a selfish bastard.

It was one more reason she should have pushed me away, yet she surrendered submissively. The silly girl had no idea she was playing with fire. We’d be lucky if we both didn’t go up in flames.

My arm wound around her waist and pulled her to straddle my lap. Ending the kiss, I took her face in both my hands. “So damn pretty. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first moment I saw you. I promised myself I wouldn’t touch you, but you’re too damn tempting. Tell me no.”

“I’m not telling you no.” She blinked those big blue eyes at me.

The woman was infuriating. She had no self-preservation whatsoever. “Damn it, Charli. Tell me no. Tell me not to kiss you. Not to touch you.”

“I want you to kiss me. ”

I squeezed her cheeks harder. “You’re trouble with a capital T .”

She wound her arms around my neck. “And you’re bossy, so I guess we both have our flaws. What are you gonna do about it?”

If she knew all the dirty, depraved things I wanted to do to her, she’d be running for the door. It was one thing to lust after the nanny, but quite another to act on it. Every warning Trent gave me, telling me not to get involved with her, was overshadowed by need.

I flipped her back onto the mattress and caged her in with my arms. “I don’t do relationships.”

“I’m not asking for one. I’ve got dreams bigger than you,” she said, jutting out her chin.

This girl. “Must be some pretty big dreams.” I pressed my hard cock into her soft body that was trapped beneath me.

She gasped. “They are. I’m not going to be here forever.”

“Who said anything about forever?” I knew better than most that no one ever stayed. Eventually they left, taking pieces of you with them. Staying unattached was my specialty. “While you’re here, you’re mine. Understood?”

“See? Bossy.”

“I’ll show you bossy.” I grabbed her by the chin and lifted her mouth to mine, sealing our lips together in a scorching kiss. My tongue pushed into her mouth and twisted with hers.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t seductive.

It was pure lust.

Want.

Need.

Desire.

This woman had me tangled up in knots. Wanting things I shouldn’t. Pushing boundaries and crossing the lines I’d drawn between us.

I lifted both her arms above her head on the pillow and clasped her wrists in one hand, holding her captive as I pressed my body into hers. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me in tighter until there was no space between us. Separated by only the thin layers of fabric from my pajama pants and her shorts, there was no doubt she could feel how much I wanted her. The heat radiating from her pussy made my cock even harder.

My fingers danced along the strip of bare skin between her shorts and shirt. It was as soft as I imagined but toned in a way I rarely saw on a woman. Her ab muscles were clearly defined under her silky skin, and I was surprised that it turned me on. Charli was full of pleasant surprises.

Although I shouldn’t have, I slid my hand under her shirt and grabbed a handful of one of her breasts. Despite my affinity for big-boobed women, Charli’s tiny tits turned me on. They fit her long, lean body perfectly. My thumb flicked the stiff peak of her nipple through the lace of her bra.

“God, Hunter, that feels so good!” She began rubbing her pussy along my dick, seeking her release.

“Fuck! You’re a very bad girl, Charli, trying to come on my cock without permission. You like when I play with your tits?”

“Yes, yes,” she moaned. Her hips moved faster over my cock as she raced for an orgasm.

I pulled back the lace of her bra and pinched her nipple, then did the same to the other one. Her body arched into mine, responding to my every touch. If she didn’t come soon, I was going to explode in my pants, and I refused to let that happen, but the woman was wrapped around me like a damn spider monkey.

When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, her body pulled impossibly tight and stopped writhing. Her back arched and mouth fell open as she let out a cry of pleasure. A sound so sweet I wanted to hear it again and again.

I swear, Charli coming was one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed, and I was afraid I might become addicted. With her eyes closed and little pants coming from her pouty lips, she was the picture of perfection.

My cock was painfully hard, but the urge to come subsided. It was manageable until I had the privacy to handle it myself. We’d crossed enough lines for the night.

I ran my fingers along the side of her face. “You good? ”

She opened her eyes and nodded, looking blissed out and relaxed. “Very.”

“Then will you kindly unlock your death grip on my hips,” I said with a smirk.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Sorry.” She unhooked her ankles and let her legs fall off my waist.

I released her wrists and rolled onto my side, propping myself on my elbow. “Well, that was the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on in a while.”

Charli covered her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I pried her hands from her face. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Perfectly normal for the nanny to get herself off on her boss’s cock.”

She groaned. “Why do you have to say shit like that?”

“Because I like watching your cheeks turn pink.” Her already flushed cheeks turned a shade darker. “Yep. Just like that.”

Her hands covered her face again and she peeked through her fingers at me. “Do you need me to… you know… take care of you?” Charli’s eyes zeroed in the outline of my hard cock clearly visible behind my pants. She lifted her foot and poked it with her toe.

“Hey!” I grabbed her ankle and pushed her long leg away. “Where’s the respect?”

She laughed. “I’m trying to cop a feel.”

I quirked a brow at her honesty. “I think you got enough feels for one night. And no, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“You sure?”

“Dollface, you should know, in Vegas, you don’t play all your chips on the first night. You save some for later.” I tapped her on the nose and left to deal with the situation in my pants. My apology might have been lame, but her orgasm wasn’t.