Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
But talking about the necessary end of this union feels too businesslike. I don’t want to tackle that right now. Do we go back to the room? What will happen if we walk through that door while I’m still feeling this kiss in every cell in my body?
That feels too dangerous. Like walking into a fire.
I scan the casino, searching for a distraction. That’s it! Vegas itself is the perfect solution. The roulette table ahead catches my attention. “Let’s play a round,” I suggest, leading the way to the table. “It’s on me.”
“You had me at let’s play, and it’s definitely on me,” Asher says, like he’s shedding whatever his frustrations were.
“I know better than to fight you on this.”
“Good,” he says as I grab his hand, catching a glimpse of the gold on his ring finger. What a strange sight. But it’ll be gone tomorrow.
The roulette table is buzzing with excitement as we approach, a mix of high rollers and tourists surrounding the table. The croupier, a sharp-looking man in a tailored suit, calls for final bets.
Asher and I join the crowd of eager gamblers, sliding in next to a man with ginger hair sticking straight up and a Hawaiian shirt. Asher tugs me a little closer, then hands me a chip from earlier. I place a small bet on black. The croupier nods, spinning the wheel with a practiced flick of his wrist. The ball clatters around the edge and the crowd leans in, all eyes on the spinning wheel.
As the ball bounces between the numbers, a woman in a fuchsia pink jumpsuit and gold hoop earrings lifts a tall glass of something toward our side of the table. “When in Vegas,” she says to the crowd, lifting her arm in a rocker salute, then toasting.
“When in Vegas,” I shout back in good times solidarity.
Then, I turn to watch the wheel too, with a mix of focus and distraction, still feeling the heat of Asher’s kiss. Absently, I lift my fingers to my lips to relive it once more. When I touch my lower lip, a spark kindles. Like my body’s remembering his mouth on me. So much for the game distracting me.
I’m distracting me.
I try to escape my thoughts, homing in on the ball as it clatters around the wheel, finally landing on red.
My shoulders slump.
“Guess luck’s not on our side tonight,” I say, but the joke doesn’t quite land, and I don’t want Asher to think for a second that I’m not having a great time. I want him to feel all the brightness, all the joy, all the exuberance of a Big Adventure. So I try again. I flash Asher a flirty grin. Maybe it’s because I can’t stop thinking about that kiss, or maybe it’s because tonight feels like the ultimate “When in Vegas” kind of night. Whatever it is, I don’t analyze it too much as I say, “How about we make a bet?”
He raises an eyebrow. “What kind?”
“If it lands on red this time,” I say, leaning in closer, some new desire, some shimmery curiosity driving me on. “I get another kiss.”
A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. “You’re betting for a kiss, wife?”
When he says it like that…
Impulsively, I add, “It’s been so long since I had a good kiss, I wasn’t sure I remembered how to do it.”
His clever eyes glimmer, then briefly flick behind me, maybe to the man standing on my other side. “Is that so?” Asher asks, focusing solely on me again.
“Yes.”
“And you want your husband to help you remember how?” he asks, his voice gravelly as he loops an arm around me, his hand curling around my waist.
Possessively, once more.
Moving me a little farther away from the redheaded man. For a few heavy seconds, he stares at the man with a get the fuck away from my woman look in his eyes.
My pulse shoots to the moon.
When Asher’s gaze returns to me, I answer him.
“Yes,” I say, and I sound breathless. I feel breathless. Maybe it’s because tonight, the usual friendship rules don’t apply. Maybe we can break them this once and return to normal tomorrow.
When we leave Vegas, we’ll leave this all behind.
He glances around the table, as if he’s sizing up the crowd, and then takes his time tucking a curl of hair behind my ear, like he’s wanted to do that for some time. And like he wants them to know I’m with him. Right now, I am.
“Let’s bet on tonight,” Asher echoes, then plunks down some chips. In the tone of a man determined to get what he wants, he says to the croupier, “Red.” He turns back to me, staring at my mouth, his voice deep, commanding as he says, “Like your lips after you’ve been kissed.”
Pretty sure my panties melt off.