“You’re torturing me on purpose, aren’t you?” he demanded with a playful gleam in his eyes.
I giggled, pressing my mouth to his. He licked at the seam of my lips, burying his cock inside me at the same time. My eyes rolled back in my head. Molten pleasure pulsed through my veins, so velvety smooth.
“Do that again,” I breathed.
Nitro locked an arm around my waist, dug his heels into the mattress, and pounded up into me like a jackhammer. I gripped the back of his neck, holding on for dear life. This feverish, passionate pace sent stars dancing across my vision.
I’d never had two orgasms in a row in my entire life. I assumed my body simply wasn’t capable of it. But that second orgasm was coming on fast now. Tightening my muscles, turning my thoughts into a haze of delirious bliss.
I clawed at Nitro’s chest, digging my nails into the meat of his bicep. We moved together, grinding and grabbing, desperate to reach that euphoric high.
“Touch yourself, angel,” Nitro growled. “Fall apart on my cock and milk me dry, baby. I want you to remember every ridge and vein when I’m not inside you. I want you to be so fucking hungry for it that you beg to be fucked morning, noon, and night.”
I hurried to get my hand between my thighs. Nitro never wavered in his ceaseless pounding rhythm. I barely touched my clit before I was gone, careening over the edge of pleasure. My brain whited out. My world narrowed to the feel of Nitro’s hands on my body, keeping me safe, protected, while his cock kept me full and satisfied.
He locked his arms around me, driving deep one last time as he came with a guttural moan. I slumped against his chest,resting my cheek on top of his head. I felt boneless, limp, and wonderfully tender, so thoroughly loved that I ached with it.
Nitro pressed sweet, chaste kisses to my skin anywhere he could reach. Twisting his body, he eased me down to the mattress, touching every inch of me.
A lazy, contented smile graced my lips and I trailed my fingers over the tattoos on his arm. Following the ink that cascaded down his back.
After a minute or two, he gave me one final kiss and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. Dousing a washcloth in water, he returned, cleaning me up with gentle movements. Then he climbed into bed beside me, pulling my back against his chest. I burrowed into his warm, strong arms.
“I will need you to do all of that again tomorrow,” I said. “And the next day.”
He chuckled with a pleasant, rumbling vibration that shivered through me. Smoothing his hand over my bare hip, he gave my ass a little love-tap and kissed my shoulder.
“Careful what you wish for, angel. You might get it.”
“That almost sounded like a threat,” I chirped with delight.
“Not a threat, twinkletoes,” Nitro murmured, nuzzling into my neck. “Just a promise.”
Rolling over in the circle of his arms, I turned to face him, tracing his features with my fingertip. I couldn’t deny it—I was falling in love. It scared me and thrilled me in equal measure. I thought it would take me months, even years to recover from the damage Chett had done to my heart and my trust. And in some aspects, that was true.
I didn’t like how much Chett had invaded my thoughts, my actions, when I was in bed with Nitro. The ghost of my ex still haunted me, and I wanted him gone. I wanted him out of my life for good. Completely. But I couldn’t shake him entirely. Not yet.
I inched even closer until I bumped my nose against Nitro’s nose and kissed him lightly.
I love you,sat on the tip of my tongue. But I couldn’t say it. The words clogged in my throat.
What if I was wrong again? What if I rushed into this thing with Nitro—whatever it was—because I was desperate and lonely and scared? Those were all the wrong reasons to jump into bed with another man.
Maybe Nitro had simply agreed to a quick fuck for the sake of blowing off steam. Or keeping me company so I didn’t have to be alone. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a long term relationship.
He curled his fingers around my hand and kissed my fingertips, stroking my palm with his thumb. Part of me wanted to run, because it was wonderful, and I feared it might be too good to be true.
But another part of me, quiet and still and small, whispered with certainty that this man would be gentle with me in every way I needed him to be.
“It’s official,” I said. “You have to quit your job.”
Nitro’s eyebrows flicked up.
“And why is that?”
I squirmed even closer, slotting my leg between his thighs.
“Because I can’t date the guy I’m paying for protection. That makes me feel morally conflicted. Like I’m paying you for sex.”
