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“Sara!”

She continued to pick her way across the floor as she
navigated the crowds in her tall wedges.

“Sara, wait! Dammit, will you stop?”

Sara jerked to a halt at the sound of her name being called.
She turned and almost swallowed her tongue when she found herself almost at eye
level with Ethan’s bronzed throat. He’d been running after her.

“Ethan? What’s up?”

“Turn around.” His low voice sounded a bit strained, and she
frowned up at him.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Sara yelped as he grasped her firmly by
the elbow and steered them toward a narrow alcove in the casino wall next to a
set of house phones.

Sara looked over her shoulder in confusion. “Ethan? Stop!
What the hell are you doing…?” She twisted against his hard hands, growing
alarmed.

“Jesus, Sara. Turn around.
Trust me
on this, please.”

She detected mirth in his tone and cautiously did as he
bade. She stiffened in shock as he pressed his huge chest against her back and
one hand snaked around to anchor itself against the soft swell of her stomach.

Ack
, she thought, finding herself surrounded by the
inviting heat of Ethan’s tall, rangy body and thick arms. His warm, musky scent
tickled her senses as she tried sucking her stomach in. She felt the contents
of her purse shift and something long and cylindrical settled back into place
under her arm. With a growing sense of dread, she realized why Ethan had jumped
up after her so fast.

The large mushroom-shaped head of her pink, sparkly dildo
had been poking out the side of her stylish narrow clutch the entire time, and
Ethan had prevented it from tumbling out on the busy casino floor for the world
to see. Even without a mirror Sara knew that her face was the same color as the
offending object that now lay snug and secure against her armpit. How
appropriate, since she felt an overwhelming need to shove her own face
somewhere dark and rank.

She stood in the loose cradle of his arms and felt Ethan
shudder with suppressed laughter. “Wow,” he rumbled over her shoulder in a low
voice meant for their ears only. “Looks like you had a hell of a night planned
for yourself.”

Ack
! Sara wanted to howl in embarrassment and was
annoyed to feel the slight prick of tears behind her lids. She wished that she
could toss a snappy comeback over her shoulder and sashay away with a wink and
a smile, to act as if it was within her rights to be in possession of a very
large and decorative sex toy in public. But she wasn’t that type of girl. What
she wanted to do was dive back under the table they’d just vacated.

The most beautiful man she’d ever clapped eyes on had just
witnessed what consisted of a sizzling evening for chubby ol’ Sara Fenyes in
Sin City.

Nine inches of sparkly, medical-grade silicone.

Mortification didn’t
begin
to cover it.

Chapter Two

“It’s not mine,” she burbled over her shoulder. “It’s for Angie!”

“Really?” he drawled. “From what I could tell, that thing
would put Sean to shame.” Ethan couldn’t help but grin as Sara’s ears and
cheeks turned crimson under his regard. She was so damn adorable, and if he was
completely honest, he loved how he could unsettle her so easily. He’d noticed
how she tried to hide her reaction when he’d stroked her hair earlier, and was
both elated and relieved. The woman was one hard-headed cookie.

She always managed to find some way to keep him at arm’s
length back in the city. His attempts to get her alone on several occasions
more often than not ended up being some sort of group outing with Angie and
Sean at the helm. Ethan was eager to explore the depths of this instant and, he
felt certain, mutual attraction that existed between him and Sara, without the
interference of his best friend and his future wife. They all thought he was
such a player, but the truth was Ethan had been a goner the minute he’d been
introduced to Sara at Angie’s engagement party about a year ago.

Of course, he was aware that there were some physical
hang-ups that they had to work through first. Her everyday clothes hid rather
than accentuated her figure, and she was woefully oblivious to male advances.
Her everyday body language fairly screamed for guys to keep their distance.
Which was damn near impossible, because the body itself…

Hoo-boy. It was mouthwateringly curvaceous and soft, built
big and lush the way Ethan liked. The exaggerated hourglass proportions of her
breasts and ass, along with that sassy-sweet mouth and those huge dark eyes,
had him down for the count the first time he’d met her. The snug velvet top she
was wearing tonight was shredding his self-control by the minute, hugging and
molding her sweetly scented opulent curves like a lover’s hands. Like
his
hands would be by the end of the night.

Shit. Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he was around
Sara and didn’t feel the overpowering need to pin her to the nearest wall,
strip her down and suck her off as if she were a ripe mango. But what drew him
even more was the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. It
was full of longing and heat and an unadulterated appreciation that made him
feel ten feet tall and downright penitent at the same time.

She was warm and kind and funny, and one of the most
perceptive and empathetic people he knew. Her gift was making people feel good
about themselves, which no doubt served her well in her career as an elementary
school teacher and was why it was ironic that she deliberately kept herself
from seeing what was right in front of her. Ethan had never made his keen
interest in her a secret, and yet she still seemed wary of his advances. He
knew without conceit that she took pleasure in his touch—her own involuntary
responses were enough to assure him of that. But she froze whenever he tried to
take it any further.

Sara might not know it, but she was one mean cock-tease.

When Ethan had agreed to join Sean on his stag weekend in
Vegas, he had no idea that his walking wet dream would be within his scope. Now
that he had the sexy yet elusive package in his grasp, he wasn’t about to let
go anytime soon.

H
H
e slid both his hands
around to Sara’s waist and cradled her closer until he had her temptingly full
bottom nestled against his groin, which was heavy and hard with need ever since
he saw her sitting at the end of the table back at the café. “So, what else did
you ladies have planned this evening?” he said, keeping his tone
conversational. He never looked a gift horse in the mouth. She was right where
he wanted her, and he was going to do everything he could tonight to break down
her emotional barriers, starting with this ridiculous notion of hers that they
were nothing more than platonic friends.

Wide-eyed and unsure, she turned to glance up at him over
her shoulder again and he saw her swallow hard before answering. “Just
bachelorette stuff. Y’know, male strippers, pay-per-view, room service…that
sort of thing.”

“Sounds like fun.” He settled his face into the curve of her
gardenia-scented throat and felt out the rapid flutter of her pulse. “And the,
uh, prop in your purse?” Ethan nudged the clutch beneath her arm for emphasis.
“How come you were running off in such a hurry?”

“Um, no reason. I-I was…” Sara’s low voice trailed off as he
skimmed her hips and his fingers lightly teased the crease at the top of her
thighs over her skirt, causing her to reflexively press her generous backside
harder against his groin. “Restroom!” she squeaked. “I…I had to use the
restroom.”

“I see.” He chuckled knowingly, letting her know without a
shadow of a doubt that he wasn’t fooled for a second. Ethan watched in
fascination as the blush climbed higher along her throat and cheeks and his
grin faded. He conjured the image of Sara pleasuring herself atop a counter
with the large pink toy, running its vibrating mushroom head over her tits
before plunging it deep into her shiny, shivering cunt. It made his jaw clench
and his cock strain against his fly with renewed vigor. What he wouldn’t give
to have her twisting and arching underneath him while he took her hard and
fast, soft and slow, and everything in between.

“You should wear your hair like this all the time,” he
managed to choke out, touching a finger to a shiny curl near the curve of her
cheek and trying not to strip her bare right then and there. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Her voice swept over him, low and husky and a
touch breathless.

Jesus, everything this woman said reminded him of sex, from
her shy greetings to her robust laughter. She could’ve made millions as a
phone-sex operator.

She turned abruptly in his arms and sniffed around his lips,
giving Ethan an instant head rush from the feel of her mouthwatering breasts
pressing up against his torso. He lifted an inquiring eyebrow at her.

“Um, are you drunk, by any chance?” Sara asked. He shook his
head in response and saw surprise, followed by hopeful longing, reflected in
her large, limpid eyes. It was all the encouragement he needed.

“I haven’t had a drop,” he assured her as he lowered his
head. He ran his lips over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and forehead, all the
while smoothing his big hands up and down her back and over hips. Sara’s arms
curled around his neck, her full breasts nestled like plump birds against him,
while the prominent ridge of his erection abraded the tender notch between her
thighs.

Ethan felt her nipples stab eagerly through the thin layer
of velvet into his chest. He wished that they were anywhere but a casino floor
so that he could openly fondle and pinch those tender rivets of flesh until she
screamed out in pleasure.

“Ethan, wait… I don’t understand,” Sara murmured
distractedly. “Wha…ahhh…what are we doing?” she moaned, rubbing her breasts
harder against his clenching pectorals.

Ethan thought his head might explode with the effort it took
not to tear her clothing off right then and there. He set his teeth against the
feel of Sara’s soft curves and tried to remember that they were still in
public. This was not the time and place to let her know how long he’d been
hoping for this exact scenario—her, hot and bothered and in his arms. But she
chose that moment to turn those big bourbon-brown eyes his way and give a
little helpless moan as her nipples continued to make pass after scorching pass
against his chest. Entranced, Ethan lowered his head and captured her parted
lips in a deep, possessive kiss, one that told her without words exactly where
they were headed tonight. Her lips were full and lush, just like the rest of
her, and parted with ease to allow his tongue to parry with hers. Ethan rubbed
his tongue silkily against hers as he palmed her bottom with insistent hands,
and growled in satisfaction when she gasped and pumped her hips against him
uncontrollably. He knew she would be responsive, but this…damn, she felt like
heaven, and he felt as if he’d hit the jackpot.

He ended the kiss by degrees, to savor the heady taste of
her and to bring her back down gently. His hands slid back up to her waist, and
he opened his eyes to catch her soft, bewildered gaze staring back at him.

“What’s to understand?” he asked in a strained voice. “I
want you, Sara.”

Sara blinked at the simple declarative statement. “You want
me…” she repeated back, wooden. She blinked and frowned in confusion. “Like,
want
me, want me?”

The incredulousness was apparent in her voice, and it set
him instantly on edge. He crushed her lips beneath his in another hungry,
punishing kiss. Sara’s head fell back, and she parted her lips unresistingly.

The heady taste of her went straight to his head and Ethan
growled with pleasure, delving deeper into the soft recesses of her mouth with
his tongue. When he managed after long moments to lift his head, they were both
panting like wolfhounds. Ethan nipped her pouting lower lip and suckled the
small sting away, resting his damp forehead against hers. From this angle, his
eyes pierced hers in reproach.

“Why is that so unbelievable? Yes, I want you, like a man
wants a woman. I’ve never made a point of hiding it,” he said with a small
shake of his head. “But you keep running away from me.”

“Not true,” she protested weakly.

“Oh, it’s true all right,” he countered, pressing small,
nibbling kisses against her jawline. “Dinner was a perfect example. All I
wanted was to be with you…and you actually abandoned me to that airhead Caro.
Ugh.” He shuddered in distaste.

“Oh,” she said quietly. “But I thought we were just friends.
Why would you be interested in me, anyway? I’m hardly your type…”

“Bullshit.” He gave her a slight shake and looked hard into
her eyes. “I’ve never made a secret of the way I feel about you, but you keep
making Sean and Angie run interference every time it gets interesting.” Sara
blushed and ducked her head guiltily, and he took the opportunity to sink his
face into the fragrant mass of wild brown curls near her ear. “Well, I’m done
dancing around the topic, sweetheart. Come up to my room with me, right now,
tonight,” he coaxed in a sensual tone. “I promise to show you exactly what my
type is.” He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into
her mouth and curling around hers in an incendiary caress.

“Ethan, wait,” she murmured against his insistent mouth,
sighing at the loss of him. He looked down at her, but she couldn’t seem to
hold his gaze. She was embarrassed about something, judging by the sudden flush
that suffused the crests of her cheeks.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, his body humming at the sight
of her gorgeous eyes already at half-mast. He patiently waited as she smoothed
her damp palms against his thundering chest and shook her head a little as
though to clear it.

“The thing is, I want you, too. But…first, I should warn you
that I’m…I’m not…” Sara blew out an impatient breath out and licked her lips
nervously before continuing. “We both know that I’m…I’m a big girl.” Ethan
frowned as he watched her grimace and try again. “Big
ger
, I mean. Maybe
bigger than a guy like you is used to.” She practically whispered that last
bit.

The silence stretched between them, and so she cleared her
throat and continued. “I mean, Angie and Caroline, they’re…they’re
so
…”
She shook her head and gestured with her hands, pantomiming their
stick-straight figures. “And I’m…I’m not…I’m kind of…” Her hands fell to her
sides as she shrugged helplessly. “I guess I don’t want you to be
disappointed.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed in equal parts anger and disbelief as
he stared down at the tousled crown of her head. Disappointed? How could she
possibly think he would be disappointed with her? She was fucking incredible.
More than a handful, certainly, but he thought her plush curves were wickedly
alluring and made him itch to stroke her all over. He grabbed and lifted her
against him in response so that she had no other choice but to look him in the
eye. For a moment he drank in the sight of her looking beautifully startled,
lips swollen from their shared kisses, flushed creamy skin, and her lustrous
hair all in disarray. The hopeful glow in her large doe-like brown eyes,
however, was what made his heart clench. They were aroused and beseeching at
the same time.

He ground his prominent erection against the soft, welcoming
notch between her legs before claiming her mouth again in a quick, hard kiss.
Sara moaned against his lips, and Ethan relished the tremors that racked her
body as he hungrily palmed and kneaded her full bottom in both his hands
through the thin material of her skirt. “You idiot,” he murmured as he bit her
earlobe none-too-gently and angled his body to tuck them further into the
recesses of the small alcove. “You could never disappoint me. Never. You’re
already sexier than anyone has a right to be, and I want you so bad that I am
dangerously close to taking you right here and now.” He tasted the skin at the
base of her throat and grunted in approval as she tangled her fingers into the
dark curls at the nape of his neck. He molded and cupped her even tighter
against his raging erection and returned his molten gaze to hers, his lips mere
inches away from hers. “But it’s your call, sweetness. Tell me, what’s it going
to be? Will you spend the night with me?”

Ethan watched the varied emotions flashing across her
guileless eyes, too fleeting for him to decipher, and he growled deep in his
chest at the sight of her tongue stealing out briefly to moisten her lips. He
lowered his head to take possession of that lush, sinful mouth once more,
tasting her deeply and clutching her hips hard against his.

Sara mewled against his marauding mouth and continued to
cling to his neck like a limpet. Higher brain functioning had escaped her for
the moment. If her ears weren’t playing tricks on her, Ethan
wanted
her
to spend the night with him. He
wanted
to have mind-blowing sex with
her.