“It’s okay, baby.” She rubbed against his arm. “You can look. I think they’re hot, even though girls don’t really do it for me.”
Hunter’s blood started pumping. Why’d she bring that up? Was it a clue? “So I should put away my threesome fantasy forever?” he teased.
The tip of her tongue swiped her upper lip, leaving a wet streak behind. He leaned in and rubbed at it with the pad of his thumb.
“Just kidding,” he whispered. She didn’t have anything to worry about in that regard.
“Too bad.” Her eyes darkened and she licked his thumb—just a little. Just enough to get his dick hard and make him forget they were in public.
“Yeah?” he frowned. “But you just said…”
“Never mind.” She laughed and gave him a glassy smile. She turned to everyone else and clapped her hands. “Who wants to go dancing?”
One minute Hunterhad been leading Serena to the bar at a dance club near the south end of the strip, because she needed water, and the next his hand was empty. He spun around just in time to see her deck some guy twice as big as her.
Jesus Christ.
He shoved that guy back to the ground, then pulled her in tight to his side as he held his hand out, stopping the jerk’s friends from getting involved.
“We don’t need any trouble, right? But seriously, he needs to stop drinking if he thinks grabbing my girlfriend is a good idea.”
“Little woman has a fist on her, woohee!” They laughed and backed off, and Hunter rolled his eyes.
“What, were you surprised I could take him?” Serena jabbed him in his side.
“Nope. Slightly guilty that I let him grab you in the first place,” he said gruffly.
“You still came to my rescue.” She ran her hand over his abs. “My hero.”
“Mmm.”
“Are you not having fun? We could go to the casino instead. Or just back to the room. Honestly, I’m up for whatever.”
“No, you wanted to dance. Let’s dance.”
“Okay.”
But she didn’t move to the floor, not even after he passed her the overpriced bottle of water. Instead she sipped it, slowly, leaning against him as she watched the bodies twist and flow.
Hunter could outfit himself just fine on a dance floor, but as they watched a couple nearly get to third base in front of them, he wondered if she wanted something dirtier.
That’s what Vegas was all about, of course.
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “You want to dance like that?”
“Hmm? No.” But her eyes didn’t leave the dance floor. She moved on to watching another couple, two guys this time, and the way she shifted back and forth against him told him in no uncertain terms that she was definitely enjoying the show.
He swallowed hard, his grip tightening for a second before he slid his hands down to her hips. “You want something more like that?”
She shook her head. “Not with a creepy stranger.” She perused the dance floor, her fingers absently rubbing back and forth over her mouth as she watched the crowd move. “Hey, Quinn has some decent moves. Let’s go dance with him!”
“Us?”
She gave him aduh, yes, uslook. “I’m not dancing with someone else unless you’re right behind me.” She leaned in and brushed her lips across his jaw. “My hero, remember?”
Jesus. When she said it like that, there was no way he was standing on the sidelines.
They bumped into Nathan and Emme as they navigated across the dance floor, and the other couple announced they were heading back to their hotel room.
