Between kisses on my cheeks and nose and chin, he answers. “Nah, I just got here . It was so quiet I was worried that maybe you’d given up on me and gone home.”
I blush under his attention and feel the blood in my body start to head in a southerly direction. “Not a chance. I was promised a big salad, and I’m going to get my big salad. Though, sorry, I did steal some of your grapes.”
Caressing my jaw with an open hand, he shakes his head as his fingertips meet my hairline and continue through the strands. “Honestly, I wish you would’ve had more—I know you haven’t eaten since like eleven o’clock this morning. Tell you what, I’ll throw the salad together real quick, and I’ll add some extra chicken. Fifteen minutes tops. That work for you?”
I smile at the fact that he’s been paying attention to my eating, of all things. “Sure, man. I suck at putting a salad together, so color me impressed.”
Nick goes to his refrigerator and grabs out the ingredients for a big Cobb salad, along with a huge chicken breast, which he cubes and pops into a pan he’d managed to heat up while grabbing everything else. Nothing life-shattering of course, but it makes me feel special, taken care of. That’s something I’ve had precious little of in this life and am so glad he’s willing to let me feel this way, even if it’s only for an evening. He tosses everything together (missing a perfectly good opportunity for a raunchy “tossed salad” joke, in my opinion) and brings it over, sitting down beside me on the couch.
I dig in, the fresh flavors and warm chicken melding beautifully. “Damn, man. This is delicious. Definitely should have held out for dinner sex.”
His mouth is full, and the sexy half-smile he attempts is a little sloppy. Brushing off a stray piece of lettuce from his chin, he asks, “What, shower sex isn’t good enough for you?”
“Shower sex never included a gorgeous salad like this.”
“Touché.”
We talk as we eat, still managing to finish our salads in record time.
Nick takes our bowls and tosses them in the dishwasher before settling down next to me, connecting us entirely from hip to ankle. I lean into him, and he kisses the top of my head. Wanting to have more of him touching more of me, I pull myself up and straddle him, a thrill racing through me as I tuck in against his chest and under his chin. I can feel that huge grin through the top of my head, and he puts his arms around me in a protective embrace. I sigh into him, and we stay like this for a moment, letting our bodies reintroduce themselves to one another. I know that he likes me in this position, and I adjust myself to take advantage of the friction. We grow harder against each other, and I let out a small sigh.
He pulls me away from his chest and devours my mouth with a kiss. You’d think after the first dozen or so encounters I’d get used to the way his kisses feel, that at some point they would make me at least a little dizzy, a little less brainless. Yeah, no. He tightens his grip on my hips and pulls down while he grinds up against me, over and over. I lean forward and kiss him with everything I’ve got. I’m right on the edge of an orgasm when he stops and pulls me back from the ledge.
A small whine originates from the back of my throat, and I let my lips go pouty. “Why did you stop? I was so close…so close.”
He leans back in and nips the corner of my jaw, using his bossy sergeant voice. “Because if there are going to be any orgasms in this house tonight, it’ll be from me fucking your ass.”
My jaw hits the floor and then tunnels down an extra twenty feet. “Fuck, dude. Way to bury the lead.”
He laughs gently while lifting my still-awestruck jaw from the fiery depths. “So, you down for that?”
I grind against his lap and smile against his lips. “This big fat head of yours, rammed up my ass? Yeah. Absolutely down with that.”
I punctuate my dirty talk by pulling his T-shirt above his head, revealing those gorgeous muscles that I have come to crave. I lean in and tease one of his nipples until I hear the groan rumble deep within his chest. “Like that?”
“A little too much,” he admits.
I’m about to go after the other nipple, but, no warnings given, he stands up and I have to scramble to get my legs around his waist. Thankfully, I’m tenacious like that.
“Can’t help it anymore. Have to get inside of you right now.”
Fuck, y’all. I love his sergeant voice, even (especially?) if it intimidates me a smidge. “Yes. But go gentle. It’s been a while.”
He nods, looking intently into my eyes, as if to make sure I’m paying attention to him. “I hope you know I would never just go to town on your ass without considering your comfort. I want to make this as enjoyable for you as possible. Sure, I want you to get a little noisy, but from pleasure, not pain.”
I chance a look into his intense, fiery eyes and nod. Message received. I nuzzle into the corner of his neck and shoulder, letting him take me into hisbedroom.
The bedroom is lit with soft lamps, throwing shadows everywhere, so I’m only aware of the large expanse of his bed, and the softness of his sheets, and the way the mattress welcomes me like a hug. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m more excited about now—that man’s cock up my ass or this bed. I really should have stayed in here that first night.
“Why are you still wearing so many clothes?” he asks, impatiently tugging at my T-shirt.
“Didn’t want to assume,” I say smiling, letting a little snark into my voice. He growls in frustration and stands me up by the bed, then strips the rest of my clothing with breathtaking efficiency. Next, he rips off his clothes, and within seconds we’re standing in front of each other, naked.
While he was certainly quick to get me undressed, the next part happens slow. With an almost lazy smile he hitches his mouth, then lowers his beautiful lips to mine, engulfing me in his muscular arms. This man has got to be the best kisser on the planet; I’ve never been kissed like this before. His hands drift all over me, slowly, deliberately as he kisses me. From somewhere, I don’t know where, a bottle of lube and a small stack of condoms have made their way to the bedside table, and he grabs the lube, gently warming it up in his hands. While continuing to kiss me, he reaches between us and grabs both of our cocks in his strong, sure hand. I let out a little whimper, loving what he’s doing to me. I let my eyes drift up and down his body, admiring the gorgeous color of his skin as much as I admire the muscles.
He laughs and undoes the mechanism that suctions the prosthetic to his leg, then the twenty-three layers of sock and liner, etcetera, revealing his stump, which is red from being trapped all day. He sets the prosthetic to the side, and standing on one leg with his crutch, he looks gorgeous, and a bit more vulnerable than I’ve seen him before.
Seriously? How did so much hotness get packed into one man?
