“Dogs,” I say without hesitation. I’ve always wanted a dog and never had the chance to own one.
“Good choice. I’m a dog person, too,” he says nodding in agreement.
Of course, I already knew this from the story his mom told me.
“Okay, you go …”
“Ooookay,” I say, trying to think of something I want to know about him. “Ooh, I know. Snow or sea?”
“Sea. Without a doubt. I love the sound the water makes as it brushes the sand up and down the shore. It’s so peaceful. Although I do love to ski. Have you ever tried?”
“No, it’s not something that’s ever interested me. I like to be warm.”
“I’ll take you skiing one day, Stunner. You’d love it. And don’t worry, you’d be warm enough in a little log cabin in the snowy hills. I’d just have to lay you on a fur rug, in front of a fire to make sure you don’t get cold.”
“Oh,” I say, looking directly at him but picturing nothing other than us, and that fur rug he just placed in my head.
“My turn,” he continues as if he hadn’t just painted a delicious picture that I want to be in, right now. “Pepsi or Coke?”
“Pepsi, diet. Spring or fall?” I fire back at him.
“Spring,” he replies eagerly, turning his body to fully face me “Tattoos or piercings?”
“Tattoos…I think. I’ve never really been inclined to have either. Motorcycle or sports car?”
“Car. Love or money?”
“Love.” The answer comes fast because it’s that easy. “Hugs or kisses?” I ask as he moves in closer to me.
“Both, with you. Slow or fast, Ari?” His voice has dropped to a husky whisper, and I don’t know what his question is referring to but I answer anyway, assuming the question is referring to us.
“Slow.” I murmur against his cheek that is now pressed to mine, his breath tickling my ear. “Leather or lace?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Lace.” A groan slips from the back of his throat and his hot breath fans my skin. “And heels. You should always wear heels too.”
“You’re deviating from the question…”
“What was the question?” he asks before kissing softly along my jawline. I tilt my head skyward, taking in the glow across the night’s sky before my eyes flutter shut, and I drown in the sensations of his lips on my body.
“I don’t know,” I answer quietly.
“You want me to go slow, Ari?”
“Yes, I want it to last forever.”
“Forever wouldn’t be long enough with you,” he whispers before his lips leave a blazing trail down my neck, making me groan when he sucks the sensitive curve of my shoulder. His hands roam my body and he pushes my robe off my shoulders ridding me of it completely. He takes his time, letting his eyes wander and take in my naked form. I’ve been doing the same all evening and if he feels remotely like I do then he’ll never be able to get enough.
He tangles one hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, and tugs me back gently so my back arches, pushing my chest up and into him. He takes the opportunity to kiss my neck, and down my sternum, between my breasts. My body isn’t able to find the strength to stay upright so I fall back gently as Denham kisses a path down my flat belly and stops momentarily just below, letting his warm breath brush across my skin before lifting his lust filled eyes in my direction, flashing me a sexy smile and that dimple. His hands trail down my legs, stopping at my knees and pushing gently until they fall open.
This is by far the most exposed I’ve ever been. On a rooftop, in the open air, and although it’s just me and my man, I can’t help but feel like we are more exposed than we actually are. No walls to make us secluded from the rest of Las Vegas, no boundaries to keep us from the night, but there is no risk of being discovered.
Denham’s tongue licking up my inner thigh brings me back from my musings, and when he reaches the apex of my thighs, I hold my breath until he licks down the other side and I let out a sigh.
“Slow, Ari. This is going to be real slow,” he says huskily.
He dips his finger in the melted chocolate that’s still on the table and grins at me mischievously. With the liquid stilldripping, he twirls his finger in circles over the top of my stomach and then drags his finger through my folds.
I gasp and then groan when his mouth replaces his finger and he sucks gently.
