“I can’t wait to go on vacation. Are you excited?” he replies.
“It’ll be hot.”
Leon scans my body, then meets my eyes. “It’s always hot wherever you are.”
And there’s that playful banter again. God, how I love it.
Given how close Leon is to me, I am hot. Hotter than a volcano.
Focus.
“Do you want to do anything when we’re there?” I hope he suggests a nightclub because it’s been so long since I danced my ass off.
“My friend is the manager of the nightclub inside The Cromwell. I emailed him last night and asked if he could get us VIP access, and he replied right away with a yes.”
“It’s like you’re inside my head, Leon Hill.”
Flashing me one of his pantie-melting smiles that makes my stomach do cartwheels, he looks thoroughly pleased with himself because he knows me so well. “I thought you might want to let loose.”
“Kick the vacation off in style?” I know exactly what I’m going to wear—the sexy black bandage dress that Lily told me makes me look like a supermodel, barely covers my butt, and shows off my legs.
“Whatever you want, Erika. This is your vacation.”
“It’s yours too.” Leon hasn’t taken much time off in the last few years; he deserves this as much as I do. “We’re not in Vegas for long, but is there anything you would like to see or do?”
“I’ve done it all before.”
Ah, yes, with his ex.
Fantastic.
“I guess all that’s left for you to do in Vegas is get married by Elvis, then.” Jesus, shut up, Erika.
“I guess so.” He does a shitty job of keeping a straight face.
Saving me from complete embarrassment, he asks, “And what would you like to do in Vegas, Dr. Johansson?” It’s then I feel it, his fingertip, drawing slow, hypnotic circles on my thigh.
The pulse between my legs is throbbing so hard that it makes me want to grab his hand and move it inside my bikini bottoms.
Leon’s fingers dance back and forth, brushing light strokes up my outer thigh, moving closer to my apex, making my breath hitch in my chest.
I finally answer his question, “I want to watch the Fountains of Bellagio.”
“Great choice.” He nods in acknowledgement.
The low-level hum from the birds chirping and water lapping along the edges of the pool fades, my senses fully tuned into Leon’s mesmerizing touch. “That feels nice,” I whisper, then swallow loudly.
“Yeah?”
I hum, my tongue tied.
His hand moves further up my thigh, and I spread my legs to allow him to gain access, but he surprises me by instead placing his hands under my ass and lifting me off the side of the pool into the slightly warmed water.
On autopilot, my legs loop around his waist, and I hook my feet to lock us together.
I gasp when he bows his head and plants a soft kiss behind my ear, applying the perfect pressure that shoots pleasure down my spine.
“You smell amazing,” he mumbles.
