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

didn’t want to give her an out, neither did he want to hear the word panda yet. If pushed too far too fast, she would back off entirely. “You can whisper the answer, if you’d rather.”
    She turned slowly. The crowds around the table meant they stayed pressed together. No way she could’ve missed the brush of his stiffening prick across her hip. Maybe now she wouldn’t doubt its size.
    Pale blue eyes evaluated him, as if he were an impossible equation. Good. He enjoyed being that tough to read.
    She patted his shirt along the line of his vest. Lovely hands. Her long fingers were tipped with a fresh French manicure. He imagined how they’d look when clawing linen sheets as he edged her nearer and nearer to coming. How long could he sustain her there without letting her go over?
    “Stay right here,” she said, her voice huskier than ever.
    “Going somewhere?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you going to be back?” He didn’t like that question after hearing it said aloud. Too…undisciplined.
    “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
    She disappeared into the crowd. Jon watched her as far as he could. She didn’t wiggle as she walked—more like she slinked along. Her hips telegraphed every sensuous intention. Unfortunately, a stream of Japanese tourists following a tour guide’s up-held umbrella closed off his view.
    He turned back to the table. While accepting his winnings and handing the croupier a nice tip, he tried to regulate a flush of pure excitement. He had an inkling of what she was up to. If Heather managed, he’d be very proud of her—and more intrigued than ever. She was the kind of woman who tasted risk carefully. The tip of her tongue at first. Not a deep swallow. That made every tiny step all the more valuable.
    He gambled too much while she was gone, dropping four hundred dollars on a single spin. Seven again, since it had already brought him such luck. His parents would be appalled if they could see him, so it was a good thing he didn’t answer to them anymore. Grandfather’s trust fund remained excessively handy for pissing them off and for killing time.
    When she returned, she slid under his arm as if she weren’t tormenting him with every movement. As if she belonged there. Her fingers ducked into his trouser pocket and out again in a wickedly fast move.
    She carefully faced the roulette table as she spoke. “I think you’ll be happy.”
    Slipping his hand into his pocket, Jon found lace and silk. If he weren’t careful, he’d come to associate the combo with her. The tiny scrap of panties was unmistakably wet. Not drenched—not yet—but now she was bare under her tailored skirt. Any stray breeze could curl beneath the hem to stroke her skin. He wondered if she waxed or kept a delicate thatch of curls.
    “Good girl,” he purred.
    That earned another backward glance. Black irises swelled to deep pools. “Time for another bet.”
    He pulled her flush to his hips. “What age did you lose your virginity?”
    Hot, bright red flushed her high cheekbones. “Fourteen.”
    Ignoring a jolt of excitement, he placed a single chip onto the number. “So young. Was it worth it?”
    Her laugh this time was awkward. Rough at the edges. “It depends what you mean. Did I get the validation I was looking for? Sure.”
    “That’s not what I meant.” He wrapped his arm all the way across her belly so that he clutched her opposite hip. Her curves fit the body he’d forged through years of discipline. “I wanted to know if you came.”
    She shuddered then shook her head. “No.”
    “That is a damn pity.”
    “Can’t expect that much when you’re so young and stupid.”
    “Ready for our next wager?”
    She let her head bend back to rest on his shoulder. “Lay it on me, flyboy.”
    “If I hit, I want to see you make yourself come.”
    “An inside bet?”
    “Yup.”
    “Again, the odds are on my side.”
    “And look where that logic got you last time.” He chuckled against her loosely