“No, I can’t.” Nick’s husky whisper sent a chill up the fibers of my spine. “My eyes only.” He stalked toward me as I stood frozen in place on the wood floor.
Nick inched my arms apart as his eyes landed on my chest. He cradled my face, his thumbs drifting down my cheeks before he crashed his lips into mine. I whimpered as his tongue made long and greedy sweeps inside my mouth. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as our kiss became frantic. He wove his hands in my hair as I yanked his shirt open, my impatience ripping off two buttons.
Nick unclasped my bra and flung it to the floor with my other discarded clothes. His thumbs hooked into my leggings as he pulled me flush to his body.
“Naked.Now.” He pulled down my leggings and panties in one move, both puddled at my feet before I kicked them off.
“You, too,” I murmured against his lips as I pushed his shirt down his shoulders. I dragged open-mouthed kisses across his chest, smiling at the growl erupting from his throat.
He kept his lips on mine as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He lifted me by the waist, carrying me to what I thought was the bed until my back hit the paneling on the wall.
“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.” I cinched my legs around his waist as he ground against me. Not going inside, just grazing the little bundle of nerves already soaked, swollen and needy. My nails scraped his back as the sweet torture escalated.
“Nick,” I pleaded. I couldn’t take much more. He was right there, hard as a rock, almost where I wanted him. He buried his head in my neck and devoured every inch of skin. His tongue trailed my collarbone and dipped across the swell of my breast. My nipples were oversensitive as it was, and I almost came when Nick brought his head down and sucked one into his mouth. He pulled the rigid bud with his teeth and turned my moans into screams.
“Please,” I begged, more frustrated by the second. I reached between us, trying to guide him inside but he kept moving. His mouth found my other nipple and bit down. My nails dug into his back so deep I was sure I drew blood.
“Fuck me already, Nick! What the hell are you doing?”
My nipple fell out of his mouth as he gaped at me.
“Are you talking dirty to me? You want me tofuckyou?” His lips twitched as his eyes grew feral.
“Yes,” I grunted, again trying to grasp his cock and guide him inside.
“In due time.” He carried me from the wall to the bed, flipping us so I was on top of him. I straddled his waist and scooted myself down, ready to finally take what I needed.
“Uh-uh. Wrong way, sweetheart. Move up.” Nick crooked his finger, beckoning me closer.
“Wrong way?” I panted, glaring at Nick’s arrogant but sexy as hell smile.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me toward his chest. My fuzzy, lust-clouded head finally realized what he meant.
“Sit on my face and ride it. I want you to come in my mouth.”
I leaned forward and licked the seam of his lips, pulling back before I inched myself up the rest of the way.
The second Nick’s tongue glided over me, followed by the grazing of his teeth, my legs almost gave out. I bucked my hips against his mouth even as the lower half of my body quivered.
“Nick . . . I . . .” All coherent thought left me in a rush. We’d done this countless times before, but not like this. The hunger in Nick’s eyes when I peered down at him made it feel like the first time. I was an instrument that Nick was playing to perfection, existing only for him. His tongue swirled around and around, like when he kissed me long and deep. It slid all the way inside, fucking me the way I demanded, yet I wanted more.
I exploded on his tongue, reduced to a shaking, sweaty mess. I collapsed next to him as my heart thundered in my ears.
Nick’s hooded eyes met mine, his lips and chin soaked. “Tell me to fuck you again.” His hand threaded in my hair before he grabbed a fistful. “Tell me tofuckyou, Ella-Jane.”
I grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him toward the blinding ache between my legs.
“Fuck me, Nick.” My voice was hoarse and came out as a barely audible whisper.
A carnal smile tugged at his lips as he stilled.
“Please.” I let out a sharp gasp as he plunged inside me with enough force to make my mattress creak in response.
“Good girl,” Nick whispered. He lost control as his thrusts came harder and faster. Sweat dripped off his brow as he tried to get even deeper, all the while running his hands and mouth over every inch of skin he could reach. I’d never seen him like this before. He was crazy, insatiable, and demanding—and I loved every second of it. A second orgasm snuck up on me and hit me hard. Nick followed soon after, grunting an “I love you” before his body went rigid in my arms.
His head dropped to my breast. He held up one finger without looking up, and I burst out laughing.
“Girls with round bellies turn you on?” I whispered before kissing the top of his head.
