His words struck deep inside her, in the vicinity of her heart, which was ridiculous. They were just words, used to flirt and tempt and have fun with. He wasn’t being serious.

As she closed her lips over the head of his cock, he settled his hands in her hair, guiding her, saying rough, dirty words, urging her to do so many things she’d never once considered doing. She pushed past embarrassment and went for it, licking and sucking him into orgasm in an amazingly short amount of time.

It was amazing. Perfect.

She never wanted this moment to end.

Chapter Five

Where the hell r u?

Reagan stared at the text message from Natalie that was delivered about two hours ago. She wanted to answer. Really she did.

But she didn’t. She still hadn’t. Why not? Why couldn’t she tell her friend the truth? Maybe because it sounded sordid and trashy and she didn’t want her friends judging her or worrying about her?

Oh, don’t mind me. I’m with Declan Carter and he just fucked my brains out for, hmm, about the past twelve hours. I think I’ve gotten maybe an hour of sleep and I’ve never felt better in my entire life. The man has made me come so many times, I swear to God my clit is sore. My entire body is sore but especially between my legs. Though if he slipped that giant cock inside me at this very moment, I wouldn’t protest. Not really. Maybe a little. Fine, more like I’d beg him to fuck me harder.

And how is your trip to Vegas so far?

Yeah. That sort of message wouldn’t go over too well. She knew her friends, and they were most likely worried about her, disgusted with her, whatever. All of those things and more rolled up into one. She hated the guilt that swamped her for ditching them. This was supposed to be a girls’ weekend, damn it. Time to reconnect and bond with her friends while having a fabulous time in Vegas.

Not a weekend for her to indulge in nonstop, amazing sex with a sexy-as-hell actor who seemed to know her body better than she did.

“I ordered breakfast,” Declan said the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. She’d taken a shower—alone, because though he’d tried to persuade her to let him join her, she’d pushed him off because though she was tempted, oh my God, she knew she couldn’t take being fucked by the man one more time. She needed a break.

So she washed her tender body carefully, wincing when she touched her aching thighs, the spot between her legs. She felt raw and used and so blissfully delicious, it was sort of ridiculous.

“I’m hungry,” she admitted, smoothing a hand over her wet hair. She’d twisted it into a knot, using a band she had in her purse to pull it up. She had no makeup on, her skin was pink from the hot water and she was wearing a white, fluffy terrycloth robe provided by the hotel.

When she caught her reflection in the mirror after first getting out of the shower, she thought she looked young. Naïve. And so vulnerable. She was feeling vulnerable too. After the amazing night and morning they just shared, the time was ticking by faster and faster and soon it would be adios, Pepe before he sent her on her way.

No, she did not want to think about leaving him at the moment. That thought was just too depressing.

“I figured,” he said with a grin. He was wearing a pair of charcoal gray sweatpants and nothing else, and damn, the look was good on him. His hair was mussed, his skin gilded gold from the sunlight shining through the open curtains, and she’d never seen a more handsome sight. “Since I kept you up all night.”

She blushed like an innocent schoolgirl and silently cursed herself. What happened to the siren of last evening? The seductive woman set on getting Declan Carter naked as fast as possible? It was like she disappeared and left boring old Reagan in her wake.

It sucked.

When she didn’t answer him, he frowned, and she wondered if he could sense her discomfort. Lord knew she was being sort of weird at the moment, but she had no clue how to handle a situation like this. She felt awkward. Stay for breakfast and leave afterward? Throw off her robe and let him get a good look at her naked…possibly entice him to indulge in some more sexy times before breakfast arrived?

God, sexy times? She wanted to groan at herself but kept it in check.

“You okay?” He approached her, his hands going to her waist and grabbing on to nothing but fabric. “You seem out of sorts.”

She shrugged. “I feel out of sorts. I’m, um…not used to this.”

“Used to what?” His hands went to the front of her robe, toying with the ends of the fabric belt.

“The morning after an amazing night of sex with a virtual stranger?” she blurted out, closing her eyes the moment the words fell from her lips. Could she sound any dumber? “Uh, you know what I mean,” she said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her forehead bumping into the solid wall of Declan’s chest.

“Hey.” He slipped his hand around her nape and gave her squeeze. “There’s no reason for you to feel uncomfortable.”

“There isn’t?” His touch felt so good. He was massaging her neck, easing the tension there and she wanted to melt into him.

“I like having you here.” He kissed her forehead, his touch tender. “I liked waking up to you in my bed.”

She absorbed his words, let them sink in fully, but her brain wasn’t quite processing them. No way could he mean what she thought he meant? She must be reading way too much into this.

“It may have been only one night, but it feels…” His voice trailed off, and she lifted her head, his hand still around her nape as she stared up at him.

“It feels like what?” she asked, her mouth dry, her mind scrambling. She was both eager and scared to hear his answer.

But he didn’t answer. It was as if he realized he said too much, so she didn’t push. She didn’t want to for fear he’d say something he could never take back.

He remained quiet, his hand deftly untying the knot of her belt. The robe broke open, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze, and he stared at her, his lips parted, his breathing accelerating. Releasing his grip on her neck, he fell to his knees, his face directly in front of her sex, his warm breath feathering across her sensitive skin, and she shivered, nervous he might touch her there, where she was still so sore.

More nervous that he wouldn’t touch her there and leave her alone and disappointed.

Declan didn’t disappoint. Relief flooded her when he touched her reverently, his index finger drawing a delicate path in her pubic hair until he was teasing at the seam between her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and dark and full of promise. She did as he demanded, no questions asked, and when he pressed his face into her sex, she squealed in both surprise and delight.

His tongue flickered out, licking her, searching her already drenched folds, and she gripped a hold of his head. Closing her eyes, she curled her fingers into his thick hair as she tried her best to keep standing. A moan escaped her when he murmured unintelligible words against her hot flesh, his tongue working her into a frenzy. And when he added his finger into the mix, her legs shook, her belly clenched, and she knew, she just knew, she was going to come at any second.

“Room service!”

The rapid knock that followed the announcement from behind the door rendered them both still and her eyes flew open at the same exact moment his gaze met hers from where he knelt between her legs.

Slowly he pulled his mouth away from her, his finger still embedded inside her body. “You want to come now or later?” he asked.

What a question. “Both?” she answered hopefully.

Chuckling, he returned his attention to her sex, his tongue flicking her clit again and again, two fingers buried inside her body. The knock came again, even more rapidly this time, and she whimpered as heat flooded her body, the orgasm knocking the very breath from her as she ground her sex against Declan’s face. He gripped her hip with his other hand, holding her in place as she sobbed through her orgasm, not bothering to be quiet for the sake of the hotel employee on the other side of the door, waiting patiently.