The sight was nothing compared to the way he looked at her.
Nikolett slowed as a deeper, truer emotion took sway from the near-peak arousal.
“Eric,” she said softly.
He must have felt the shift too, or maybe she was picking it up from him.
“Nikolett.”
She cupped his face, leaned in, and kissed him, sealing their lips together. He took control of the pace, big hands gripping her ass as he moved her up and down in a slow, rolling motion, as he kissed her back.
Instead of the heat and burn of summer, the moment became something softer—the warm promise of spring.
And like spring, what they had was unstoppable, full of potential and hope.
The pace faltered, and Eric groaned against her mouth. She felt his cock twitch inside her and knew he was close.
Feeling that was what pushed her over her own edge. As he groaned, forcing her hips down, his cock deeper inside her than ever before, Nikolett’s orgasm rippled through her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Eric woke with a certainty that everything was right in his world.
He rolled over, not sure why he felt that way until he came fully awake, blinking at the elegant hotel room.
Nikolett’s hotel room.
He stretched out an arm, reaching for her.
After they had sex, he’d carried her to bed and fallen asleep with her curled against him.
Nikolett wasn’t there.
Maybe it wasn’t surprising, given that it was now early evening. He wasn’t normally someone who napped away an afternoon, but given how shitty he’d slept the past few nights, it didn’t surprise him that he’d fallen asleep.
Still, passing out after sex was a cliché, and she deserved better.
Sitting, he tipped his head side to side to pop his neck as he looked around. No Nikolett in the bedroom.
He checked the bathroom and when she wasn’t there, he took a moment to jump in the shower to rinse off before heading out to find her. Since all he had were the pajama pants he had been kidnapped in, he opted for a towel.
Nikolett was sitting at a small desk in the corner of the living room. She was dressed, with her hair pulled back in a rather severe-looking bun. Like a sexy librarian.
He needed a phone or a computer and an Internet connection so they could get their hands on a checklist and start really digging into one another’s kinks. His girl was deeply submissive, but it took her a long time to get there. Once he did, she’d probably agree to anything. He needed to go in with a plan.
He knew she heard him open the door, because he’d seen her go still, and heard the pause in the click of keys, but she didn’t turn around. Maybe this was some sort of power play. Perhaps after submitting sexually, she would have to rebound by being overtly dominant and in control outside of the bedroom.
He was more than willing to play whatever game this was. Eric leaned one bare shoulder against the wall and waited.
Nikolett finished typing, closed the lid on her laptop, and finally turned around.
Her face was bare, the subtle but elegant makeup she’d had on before washed away. She wore slim-cut pants and an oversized sweater.
And the cast.
Eric straightened from the wall as he noticed that ridiculous neon green cast strapped to her leg over the pants.
Fuck.
