Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,39

waitress. They circled each other. First him, with his calloused fingers lingering at her lower back. Almost there touches that matched the cosmic, otherworldly beat of the song.

His knee slid between hers as he suddenly dipped her. She laughed and gripped his jacket. She wasn’t sure either of them were sober enough to not land on their ass with that kind of move. But he didn’t drop her. He held her close and chased her laughter with his tongue.

She slid her hands under his jacket to the heat trapped along his back. Her nails dug into his T-shirt. They spun in a lazy circle and she tipped her head back to let him taste her neck again. He was so good at it. Just enough scruff to buzz, not enough to make her pull away. But the true mastery was his words.

Whispers that drew her closer.

“Mine.”

She didn’t want to think about being his. “You can’t be my forever.”

He frowned down at her. “Why not?”

Her fingers bumped against something in his pocket. Distracted, she answered honestly. “I had my chance at forever.” She pulled out a bottle. “What’s this?”

He shrugged. A frown line built between his silky brows.

She reached up to rub it away. “It’s all right.” The lights were softer now, the music further away. She uncapped the bottle and offered it to him.

He accepted the bottle from her and took a healthy swig. She went up on her tiptoes. Just like earlier, she caught his face and brought him back down to her. The sweet smoky flavor turned to a burn as her tongue tangled with his.

Chloe lowered back onto her heels and gave him a sleepy smile. She rested her cheek against his chest. “I don’t expect forever. Not with someone like you,” she said again on a slur.

Even as she said it, a part of her was lying. Everything was so soft and romantic. His arms around her, her cheek against his heart.

She wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of her life.

“Maybe you don’t expect it,” he said against her hair, tightening his grip. “But what if I do?”

Chapter 10

Chloe moaned. Why couldn’t she move?

Had she ended up with another Johnson sleeping with her again? Jinx wasn’t usually the cuddling type, but Ivy liked to spoon sometimes. She grunted and tried to wiggle free.

Was Ivy groping her boob? Okay, that might require a conversation about personal space. And seriously when had Ivy become close to two tons? She opened her eyes and immediately slammed them shut. Too bright.

Not good.

So not good.

Just how much had she guzzled last night? And her mouth tasted like death. Thank God it was Sunday. Obviously, she didn’t know how to handle Vegas.

A groan dented her personal flogging. Not a girl groan.

“Oh, fuck.”

No. No. No.

She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that sparklers started going off behind her eyelids. She didn’t. She wouldn’t.

Flashes of bodies grinding in a dark room tightened her throat.

You can do it. Open your eyes. Big girl panties, goddammit.

Was she wearing panties? She wiggled her legs.

Sweet peaches, she so wasn’t.

Chloe forced herself to open her eyes and look down. Definitely not the shirt she’d been wearing last night. Was that Dave Grohl? Why had her boobs had grown at least two sizes?

Because a male hand was cupping each of them like she was his own personal rock wall.

She suppressed another moan when the man’s hands tightened. His thumb flicked over her nipple and it responded instantly.

“Oh God.”

He groaned and pushed up her shirt. “Round two?” he asked in a fuzzy mumble.

“Round none!” She kicked out and connected with something before she scrambled up against the headboard.

“Fuck me.” The man curled into a fetal position.

Dark hair and naked shoulders. Was that a tattoo? Was he naked under the sheet?

She didn’t wait to find out. She leaped off the bed. Not her hotel room. This one was bigger with only one bed. A lake-sized bed with tangled white sheets.

She was going to be sick. She lunged for the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before she skidded in front of the toilet. Her stomach revolted until there was nothing but dry heaves shuddering through her.

“Are you all right?”

No, she wasn’t all right. She’d awakened in a strange hotel room with a strange man. She gripped the edge of the bowl, frowning as something clicked against the porcelain.

She pulled shaking fingers away and flushed, then stumbled to the sink.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils absolutely huge. Blindly, she