“I’m not sure about that.”
“Okay, how about this. If you hate it, tonight I’m all yours in bed, and if you like it, you’re all mine, to do with as I like. What do you say?” he asks, that grin on his face so damn cute it’s hard not to go up on my toes and kiss it off.
While those are two very hard choices, and I wouldn’t complain either way, I say, “I never gave you my answer.” I kind of like that he doesn’t think I’m a sure thing—even though I totally am. I’d have to be the village idiot to turn down that offer.
“Yeah, I know, and I don’t want your answer until the end of the day actually.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m going to do everything in my power to convince you it’s a good idea.” He puts his hand on the small of my back and stretches out his fingers, until they’re stroking the swell of my ass. He does not play fair.
“You’re trouble, Cason,” I say, interested to see how he plans to seduce me back into his bed, or my bed. Actually, it was Emily’s bed, and that reminder momentarily fills me with unease. I shut it down quickly. He might have gone to her bed, but Cason is here with me now, because last night was fun.
He takes my hand and gives a gentle tug, leading me outside. A rush of air whips my hair from my shoulders, and sensations clutch my throat as he slowly walks me to the edge.
“I’ve got you. This is safe,” he says as every muscle in my body squeezes tight. “Kinsley,” he says so sharply my head jerks up and my gaze shoots to his.
“What?”
“For God’s sake, breathe,” he says laughing, and tension eases from my body as I take in a big breath of fresh—or rather polluted—air. Still, it helps relax me, and I get to lean on Cason, and that’s not so bad either.
“I’m breathing, I’m breathing,” I say, and put my arms around him, under the guise of being frightened, which I am, but this has more to do with copping a feel of his deliciously hard body.
“Want to walk around it, it’s a great view of Vegas.”
“Yeah, okay. Just don’t let me go.”
“I won’t.”
His arm wraps around me, and I absorb his strength and comfort, as we walk and he begins to point out landmarks. After a while, I relax even more.
“It is kind of cool up here,” I say as I snuggle into Cason and take in the sights.
He wags his eyebrows playfully. “You know what that means.”
“No, what?” I ask.
He stops walking, and turns into me, his hands on my shoulders. He casts a glance around, to make sure no one is paying attention to us, I assume, and then says, “You’re having a good time, Kins. That means, you’re mine tonight. Anything I want.”
Oh, God, that sounds so awesome. I lift my chin an inch, bringing my lips closer to his. “But I still haven’t said yes yet.”
His grin is cheeky, and playful. “Not with words, but from the way you’ve been looking at me, and copping all the feels, your body is telling a whole different story.”’
“I am not copping all the feels.” He arches a challenging brow. “Okay, much,” I say and burst out laughing with him. His eyes narrow in on me, and he touches my chin, angles my mouth, and before I even realize what’s going on, he’s kissing me one-thousand feet above the ground. Technically it’s not that high, it just feels it. But his kisses are leaving me breathless, like I am soaring into outer space. I moan into his mouth and his tongue plays with mine. Warmth bombards me, the pulse at the base of my neck climbing, and for the briefest of seconds, my stupid heart tries to get involved. But I am not allowing that. No way am I going to ruin our friendship by thinking this could be more. He’s a known player, and I am not looking for any kind of relationship when I have a business that needs all my attention. Plus, guys suck.
Oh, how you loved when Cason sucked.
He breaks away and steals another glance around. “Shit, sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Not if you want to keep this a secret.”
“We should don’t you think?” I don’t know why I’m asking that. Do I really want, or expect, him to say he wants to tell everyone what we’re doing—because this might be more?
“Yeah, I do,” he says and air leaves my lung in a hiss, leaving me feeling like a deflated balloon. Which is ridiculous! I don’t want to start anything with him, and he clearly doesn’t want to start anything with me. This is a brief Vegas affair…and what happens in Vegas. Well we all know the answer to that.
“Want to look through the viewfinder,” I say, a little upset that my thoughts went down a road they had no right going.
“Sure.”
We step up to the viewfinder, and I look through. It’s hard to concentrate on anything though, especially with Cason standing so close behind me, his pelvis area nearly pressed against my backside.