Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(63)
“God, Sarah… Fuck…” Dylan fucked her harder, deeper, faster.
Sarah kept her elbow locked, trying not to let the power of his thrusts push her forward. It wasn’t easy, but holy crap, it was incredible. She’d never been fucked like this before.
His fingertips dug into her hips, his cock plunging deeper every time. She was so close … too close.
“Dylan!” Before she could say anything more, her orgasm ripped through her, stealing her breath as she held on for dear life.
Seconds later, Dylan followed her over.
When his arms banded around her, taking them both down to the cushions, she sighed. This thing between them was shocking in its intensity. Sure, she’d known the sex was good between them, but this went above and beyond good in every way imaginable.
Two hours later, Dylan held her hand as he led her to the waiting limo. Their luggage was quickly placed in the trunk, and they were soon on their way to the hotel. She had no idea where Dylan had opted to stay, but it really didn’t matter. They were here and the trip was off to a fantastic start.
Dylan leaned over, his mouth brushing her neck. “Is it bad that I want to strip you again and fuck you right here?”
Sarah chuckled. “You’ve got more stamina than I gave you credit for.”
“It’s you,” he whispered, reaching for her hand and placing it over the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his jeans. “You do this to me.”
She liked that she did, but she could say the same about him. Every minute she was with him, Sarah felt the heat of her arousal throbbing deep in her core. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in far too long; something she had sometimes feared would never return. Yet Dylan Thomas made her body burn. Between the smoldering gleam in his dark brown eyes and the sinful sound of his deep voice … Sarah knew resisting him was impossible.
However, there was no sex in the limousine because they arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. A bellhop was instantly there to get their luggage while Dylan led Sarah inside to a private reservation desk. A few minutes later, they were heading up to their room.
It was hard to believe she was in Las Vegas. It was true, she’d always wanted to go to see what all the fuss was about. It wasn’t that gambling was her thing, but sightseeing was. And to be able to see the beautiful Las Vegas strip at night… She couldn’t wait.
At the very least, she knew this was going to be a memorable trip.
chapter EIGHTEEN
ONCE THEY MADE IT TO the hotel room, Dylan found he couldn’t sit still. Whether it was being confined to a relatively small albeit luxurious space with Sarah and wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and bury himself inside her again or if it was simply having been cooped up on an airplane for the past few hours, there was a restless energy coursing through him. Whatever the reason, he was in dire need of something to do.
“Are you hungry?” Sarah asked when she joined him in the living room after she had unpacked her suitcase.
“I could eat,” he told her, his eyes raking up and down her body. She was still wearing her boots and jeans, and he couldn’t help but admire the way she filled out the denim. The woman had a body that wouldn’t quit. Of course, knowing what she was wearing beneath the denim did nothing to stop the lust from simmering hotly in his veins.
“Good. First we eat, then we can go check out the sights.”
“Works for me.” Pocketing his wallet, Dylan followed Sarah out into the hall. “We’ve got all night and tomorrow, too. We go to Devil’s Playground Saturday night.”
“Devil’s Playground?” She smiled up at him. “That’s an interesting name. What is Trent going to name his club?”
“Good question. He didn’t say.”
“I’m sure it’s going to be something devious and sexy,” she stated, pushing the button for the elevator.
“Probably.”
“I do like the name of this hotel. It’s intriguing. Definitely makes me want to explore it.”
Carnality. Yeah, he could see the intrigue in it. Especially in Sin City. The hotel décor suited the name. Everything from the carpeting to the elegant light fixtures up above was decked out in red, black, and chrome. It set the mood, erotic yet elegant. Dylan didn’t know Max Adorite personally, but he got the feeling those two words could be used to describe him. Well, if those two words could be used to describe a mobster.
“Are you a gambler?” Sarah inquired once they were heading down to the lobby.
“Not much, no.” With an addictive personality, Dylan knew that it would be too easy to go too far.
“Me neither.”
Dylan watched Sarah take in the sights and sounds of the casino floor as they wandered through rows of slot machines, past the gaming tables, beyond the coffee and dessert shops until they reached the café. It wasn’t quite lunchtime according to Vegas time, but since Dylan’s stomach was still on Texas time, that didn’t matter.
As soon as they were seated and ordered, Dylan found himself once again watching Sarah intently. He didn’t want to reflect on everything he was feeling as he sat at this table with this woman, but it was hard not to. The depth of what he’d already started to feel for her scared him. He wasn’t completely comfortable with it, not sure he ever would be. But he wasn’t interested in fighting a losing battle, either. They were here to have fun, to enjoy one another, and that was what he fully intended to do.