Only in Vegas (11 page)

“Uh, thanks...I think.”

Angel laughed.  “I never doubted your ability as a lover.  I just never expected making love to be so hot and exciting and right all at the same time.”

“It isn’t always.”  He’d been with his share of women and it never felt like it had with Angel.  “Chemistry like that is hard to find.”  And there was no denying it.  They had amazing chemistry together.  In bed and out.

“I guess you’re the right guy.”

“The right guy?”

She nodded.  “Kathy and Cindy, even you, keep telling me the reason I shut down when it comes to sex in my relationships is because I haven’t found the right guy.  Looks like you’re him.  How’s that for sucky timing?”

He was still pondering the notion he was the
right
guy when her comment about sucky timing sank in.  “What does any of this have to do with timing?”

She looked down, running her finger around the rim of her beer glass.  “It’s simple.  You’re married to your company right now.”

“Angel—”

She lifted her gaze to his.  “It’s okay.  I knew that up front and it didn’t make a difference.  I wanted to be with you.  I just can’t help thinking that if this had happened a few years down the road you might have been the right guy at the right time.”

He couldn’t deny the importance his company held for him.  And that when he’d set out for Vegas, falling in love with Angel hadn’t been in his plan.  Hell, he didn’t even have a plan other than to help a friend out of an awkward situation.

But this trip had accomplished more than that for Trey.  It had opened his eyes and forced him to examine his feelings for Angel.  Feelings that had always been there, but he’d never allowed himself to act on, mentally pushing them aside.

“I know I’ve said things—”

Angel held up her hand and smiled softly.  “Please don’t change your convictions because of what happened between us.  I loved your mother, too.  She was the closest thing I ever had to one.  And what you’re doing with your life would have made her so very proud.”

He reached out to caress her face, her words touching him deeply.  “Thank you for saying that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Trey lowered his hand and reached for his beer.  “You know my mother loved you like you were one of her own.  Wonder what she would have said about
us
.”

“I’d like to think she’d be all right with it.  But I know how your sister would react if I told her.”

“You’re not going to?”

Angel gave him an incredulous look.  “Are you kidding me?  Kathy would have us walking down the aisle.”

Trey breathed a sigh of relief.  “Good.”

She tipped her head.  “Excuse me?”

He took a drink of his beer, and then explained, “Not good that she’d have us walking down the aisle.”  Not that it sounded all that bad.  “I figured since she’s your best friend...  Let’s just say that I just prefer to keep my sister and my sex life separate.”

“Mum’s the word,” Angel assured him.  “Besides, Kathy would never believe me that we’re having a fling.  She doesn’t think I’m that kind of girl.”

“Is that what we’re having?”  Odd, but it felt like a whole lot more to him.

Angel unfolded her dinner napkin and placed it on her lap, then leaned forward to whisper with a smile, “No, we’re having a really hot fling.”

That brought a smile to Trey’s face.  “That so?”

She nodded.  “You have me spoiled.  So much so, I doubt any other man will ever be able to satisfy me now.”

Good. 
And if he had his way, no other man would ever have the chance to satisfy her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

 
“Hungry?” Trey asked with a smile as Angel nibbled on a chocolate covered strawberry topped in whipped cream. 

“Starving,” she replied, looking up at him with an impish grin.  The same one she’d flashed at him while practicing her seduction techniques the night before.   

He chuckled.  “Well, you’ll have to make due with food until I get my second wind.”

“Shouldn’t that be fourth or fifth?”

“At least.”

To be honest, he’d lost track of how many times they’d made love that night and then again the following morning, but the memory of it all brought a satisfied smile to his face.  

She plucked another plump chocolate covered strawberry from the dish and dipped it into the crystal bowl of sugary white fluff, then held it up for inspection.  “Who knew there were so many uses for whipped cream?”

Her cheeks were still flushed from their early morning lovemaking session, her lips all pouty and pink.  Combined with the dark curls that hung in wild disarray about her face, Angel looked unbelievably sexy.

Trey reached out to wipe a speck of cream off her kiss-swollen lips.  “We certainly got your money’s worth out of your gift with purchase last night.”

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and sultry.  “I know.  That’s why I added chocolate covered strawberries and
more
cream to our breakfast order this morning.”

He sucked the sweet dollop he’d swiped from her lip from his finger.  “Mmm...Maybe we should forget the strawberries and cover you in this instead.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Scooping a finger full of cre
am out of the crystal bowl on the breakfast tray, he pressed it lightly against the hollow of her throat.  His finger had just started a trail down between her breasts when the room phone rang out behind him.

Angel groaned.   

“Ignore it,” he said, brushing his lips tenderly over hers.

The ringing persisted.

Finally she backed away, shaking her head.  “I rest my case.  Right guy, wrong timing again.”  She looked toward the ringing phone, then back to Trey.  “You’d better pick it up.  It might be important.”

“Ah, hell,” Trey muttered and then rolled over to answer it.  “Hello?”  He switched the phone to his other ear and smiled at Angel who was leaning back against her propped up pillow nibbling on another strawberry, the sheet draped around her bare waist.  His own private goddess.

“Good morning!”

His sister’s voice distracted him from his thoughts of making love to Angel again.  He cleared his throat and looked to Angel, mouthing his sister’s name.

“Morning,” he replied, his gaze sweeping in an appreciative glance over Angel’s very naked body.

“Enjoying your little getaway?” she asked, her voice far too chipper for eight o’clock in the morning.

He was more than enjoying this trip, but it had nothing to do with being in Vegas and everything to do with the woman lying beside him. 

“Vegas is quite the place.”

Angel leaned over him with a wicked grin, taking up where he left off when the call came.  Dipping her finger into the whipped cream, she pressed it to his lips.

His response was to open, letting her finger slip
inside, tasting the sweetness.

She withdrew her finger and dipped again, this time trailing the cr
eam down his chest.

He arched a warning brow, trying to convey to her that this wasn’t the best time...

Angel chose to ignore his warning, her tongue gliding slowly down the sugary path to where the sheet covered a poorly timed arousal, making him groan aloud.

“Trey?” his sister said at the other end of the line.  “Is everything all right?”

“I...uh, yeah.”  He cleared his throat.  “It’s early.  I was just yawning.”

Angel looked up at him with a naughty grin, a dark brow arched in response to his little white lie.  But, hell, he wasn’t about to tell his sister her best friend was about to add him to her breakfast menu.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Kathy quickly apologized.  “I was hoping to catch Angie before she left to check out those hotels for the agency.”

She didn’t wake him.  An Angel-induced erection had a couple of hours before.  “We’re awake.”

“We’re?” his sister repeated, jumping immediately onto his slip.  “As in she’s in bed with you?”

“We’re sharing a room.  I’d know if she was up or not.”

“Just a room?”

“If you’re asking me if Angel and I are sharing a bed, too, then...”

Angie shot upright and clamped her hand down over his mouth.  Grabbing the phone with her other hand, she brought it to her ear.  “Hey, Kathy...”

“Hey, you.  I see my brother finally came back.”

“Yes, he did,” she replied distractedly as Trey cast the sheet aside and stood, motioning toward the bathroom.  She watched him walk away, not a stitch of clothes covering that lean, muscular body.  The man was fine.

“Angie, you there?”

The shower turned on and Angie forced her thoughts away from the man who had become her lover and back to the conversation at hand.  “Did you need something?”

Her best friend laughed.  “Are you talking to me or my brother?”

“What?”  Visions of Trey standing naked beneath the running water were proving to be too much of a distraction.

“I’m trying to figure out who you’re talking to.”

“Oh, I was talking to you.  Trey’s not here.”

“Funny, but I could have sworn that was him I was just on the phone with.”

“No, I meant that he’s not here right now,” she attempted to explain to her best friend, feeling unbelievably awkward.  “Your brother’s getting a shower.”

“Oh my God,” Kathy gasped.  “You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Talking with that nervous little hitch you get when something’s up,” her friend declared.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied, her traitorous voice hitching.

“Oh, shit.  I’m right.  Something is up.  And that something is my brother.  You slept with Trey!”

Damn.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Fine,” Angie relented.  “We slept together.”

“So your sexy nightie worked after all.”

“You have no idea.”

“So are you all right with everything?”  There was less teasing and more concern in her friend’s voice.

She knew Kathy had her best interest at heart.  Hers and Trey’s.  “I’m more than all right.”

“I’m so happy for you, Angie.  I won’t lie and say I didn’t hope that maybe someday...  Anyhow, Trey’s my brother so we’ll skip the specifics.  That would be too ick.  Just tell me this, how serious is it between you two?  Love, marriage, babies kind of serious? 

Oh, how she wished. 

It didn’t matter that she was head over heels crazy about Trey.  She knew this was only a fling and she couldn’t lose sight of that for even a second if she wanted to protect her heart.

“You’re reading too much into this.”

Kathy was practically cooing in delight.  “Whatever you say.  But just in case, I’d better let you go.  Those big old hotel showers can get very lonely.”

“Kathy–”

“Oh, and you can skip going on the FAM today.  No sense spending any more time around the office asshole than you have to.  You and Trey can check out those hotels on your own tomorrow.”

A whole day alone with Trey.  How could she say no?  “Thanks, Kath.”

“Don’t mention it.  Just have fun.  And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“The sky’s the limit then, huh?” she said, muffling her laughter.

“I’ll let that one pass since I’m in such a good mood.  Talk soon.”  The phone clicked and Kathy’s voice was replaced by the low hum of a dial tone.

Smiling, Angie leaned across the bed to place the phone back onto its cradle.  Then her gaze drifted toward the bathroom door, her smile widening.  Hadn’t anyone ever told Trey that wasting water was a very bad thing? 

She slipped from the bed and crossed the room to stand at the bathroom door.  Opening it just wide enough to poke her head inside, she called out, “Need any help?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” came Trey’s husky reply from behind the steam shrouded curtain.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. 

“So what did my sister have to say?”

She moved toward the shower.  “She gave me the day off.”

He poked his head out from behind the curtain.  “The whole day?”

“The whole day,” she replied with a sexy smile.

“Then what are we waiting for?”  His hand snaked out to pull her in with him.

“Trey,” she gasped beneath the water’s spray.  Warm water ran down her breasts, teasing the already sensitive peaks.

“Right here, Angel,” he said, dragging her up against his wet, naked body.  Then his mouth covered hers in a long, thorough kiss.

She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him back, their tongues soon mating with the same urgency their bodies had earlier that morning.

His swollen cock pressed eagerly into her hip.

She reached between them, curling her fingers around him.

His breath hitched.

His response slid through her in a rush of liquid heat.  The feel of him in her hand.  The memory of him thrusting deep inside her.  It was almost more than she could stand.  She slid her hand up and down the length of him, stroking his hardness.

“Angel,” he groaned against her lips.  “What are you doing to me?”

Trey sounded like a man in pain, but she knew better.  He was a man trying very hard to control his desire, something she had no intention of allowing him to do.  Not after he had done the same to her.

“I’m loving you with my hand.”  Her grip tightened.  Her pace quickened.

He groaned again.

“Does that mean you like it?”

He laid his head against hers, water running down their faces.  “Like it?  Hell, Angel, I’ve never wanted a woman so desperately.”

She knew the feeling.  Her body ached for him, for his touch.

As if reading her mind, his hands slid up over her ribs to cup her breasts, his thumbs caressing the taut nipples with slow circular motions.

She arched into his touch, murmuring his name.

His mouth covered hers again as his hands skimmed further down her body.  His tongue boldly sought hers, dipping into her mouth as he thrust a finger deep between her damp folds. 

She cried out, her hips surging forward, into his touch.  Into the need.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.  “No holding back.” 

Their pleasured strokes grew more urgent, more driving.  Her whimpers and his groans filled the shower, mixing with the steady pulse of the water as it ran down their writhing bodies. 

Angie cried out as her body shuddered its release.

Eyes closed, jaw clenched, Trey continued thrusting his finger into her as she rode out the orgasm he’d just given her. 

She continued stroking him, firmer, harder.  “Come with me, Trey,” she pleaded.

“Yes,” he ground out as he thrust into her hand, his cock pulsing wildly in release.  Pleasure finding them both.

*     *     *

“You are so incredibly lucky!” Angie exclaimed as the bells on the slot machine Trey was sitting at rang out.  He’d already won over eight hundred dollars since stepping into the Luxor’s casino that morning. 

He switched the nearly full coin cup for an empty one as he collected his winnings.  “How can I be anything but lucky when I’ve got an Angel looking over my shoulder?”  He turned his head to give her a quick kiss before turning back to the clinking coins. 

Reaching around him, Angie scooped up a handful of quarters from the already full cup, letting the coins sift through her fingers to fall back into the container.  “Looks like lunch is on you today.”

“Seems only fair,” Trey whispered with what could only be described as a naughty boy grin.  “Seeing as how dessert last night and breakfast this morning was on you.”  He followed that up with a playful wriggle of his dark brows.

Her pulse quickened with the memory of their passionate lovemaking and the feel of Trey’s tongue on her heated flesh as he laved up each and every one of those strategically placed dollops of whipped cream. 

Trey stood and turned to her, running his hands slowly up and down her bare arms.  He smiled down at her.  “Angelina Rossi, are you blushing?”  

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.  It was much easier to be that sexually confident woman when other people weren’t around.  Even if no one was close enough to them to overhear their whispered conversation. 

“Well, I happen to find that very sexy.”  He lowered his head to kiss her.