Inside Bet: Vegas Top Guns, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

tingled with the need to touch. So he did. Her skin was as fine as any he’d ever encountered. Softer. He’d love to trace that delicate line with his tongue, then nibble his way back down.
    He followed the twisting vine to where it ducked beneath the snug waistband of her skirt. There he discovered another hint of lace and silk.
    She hissed in a breath. “I said I’d show you my tattoo, not my panties.”
    “Yet.”
    “You’re rather self-assured.” Heather faced forward again, but nothing in her posture suggested that he should remove his hand. She dropped the hem over her top so that lace simply draped over his wrist. Brave girl. He rewarded her with a teasing, kneading motion along the dip of her waist.
    “Why shouldn’t I be?” he asked against her throat.
    “Has anyone ever told you it verges on arrogant?”
    “Once or twice. Or more.”
    “You don’t care?”
    He didn’t really like talking to her without seeing her eyes. Considering her measured, careful voice, she was more difficult to read without precise physical clues.
    “Arrogant is what frightened people call bold.” He didn’t need to bend far to speak directly into her ear. In her heels, she was nearly his height. Good thing his ego had never been fragile. Actually, he rather liked the advantages. It made a whole host of sexual positions easier to contemplate. “When am I going to see your panties?”
    “Lay another bet, flyboy.”
    The croupier had gathered all the chips, paid out the few winners and opened the table for more bets.
    “What’s your birthday?”
    That earned him a sidelong glance over her shoulder. “The seventh of August.”
    “Not long off.”
    She laced her fingers over his, across her stomach, with the layer of silk in between. “Plan on buying me a present?”
    He leaned their bodies forward to drop another $100 chip on the black square marked seven. Her ass tucked neatly against his cock. Just as he’d thought. They would fit well together.
    “What do you want?”
    “Everything I’m worth,” she said. “So maybe the sun and the moon?”
    “I’ll throw the stars in too.”
    “You think you’re pretty slick.” No question there. Just bemused humor. “But I’m still waiting on our side bet.”
    “How slick you are. That’s my reward if I win.”
    “What?”
    A fine trembling had taken over her limbs. He was perversely proud that she didn’t back down, despite obvious jitters.
    “If I win with a black seven, I get to find out how wet your panties are.”
    “Here?” Her swallow was an audible click. “How?”
    He slid his pinkie under the band of her skirt. Not far enough to brush the top hem of her underwear, but enough to make her think of them. “I’ll leave that up to you.”
    Suddenly she laughed. The tension drawing her shoulders tight against his chest dissolved. “You know what? Fine. At 37-to-1 odds, the chances I’ll have to pay out are slim.”
    He hid a real smile against her nape. So many to tuck away that evening. “But there’s still a chance.”
    “You like chances?”
    He darted out his tongue and claimed a taste of her skin. Soft peaches and rich cream. “I live for them.”
    The uniformed croupier declared the table closed and propelled the roulette wheel with a flick of her wrist. The white ball bounced twice before settling into a smooth counter-roll against the wheel’s movement.
    Heather’s breathing went shallow and fast. He spread his hand over her stomach, the better to feel the fast rise and fall of her diaphragm. She’d breathe like that on her way to orgasm.
    Enjoying the lustrous feel of her skin against his lips, Jon didn’t lift his face. He didn’t need to. Her lush body’s sudden jolt told him the exact result.
    The ball had landed in the number seven pocket.
    “Are you going to pay up, Ms. Morris?”
    “I’d never welsh on a bet.”
    “Like I said, the method is up to you.” He brushed a lock of dark brown hair away from her ear. Although he