He brushed his thumb along her arm, light enough not to wake her, memorizing the warmth of her skin and the steady rise and fall of her breath. She shifted anyway, eyes fluttering open, pupils dark and heavy with sleep.
“You’re thinking too loud,” she murmured.
He huffed a quiet laugh. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Didn’t mean to sleep so much,” she replied. “Guess we’re even.” They lay there for a moment; the world held at bay by thin walls and mutual exhaustion. Then Aurora pushed herself up slightly, propping her chin on his chest, studying his face like she was committing it to memory.
“You didn’t sleep at all, did you?” she asked.
Nitro didn’t lie. “No.”
“Because of me,” she said, just stating a fact.
“Because of what’s coming,” he corrected.
Her fingers traced the scar near his collarbone. “That’s the same thing. The men who are coming are coming for me. So, you’ve been awake all night because of me.”
Aurora leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull away, but there was no way that he would. Instead, he met her halfway, the kiss deepening with a quiet urgency that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with choosing each other in the middle of chaos.
When he rolled her beneath him, it was with careful and intentional movement. Every movement asked permission, even when no words were spoken. She responded with trust, with need, and with a softness that cut deeper than any blade. For once, Nitro let himself feel instead of calculating his next move.
“Are we going to finish what we started last night?” Aurora whispered. Her hands were halfway up his chest, underneath his T-shirt, and he wasn’t sure that he would be able to form words to answer her.
He nodded, “If you’re good with that, honey,” he said.
“I don’t want you to do this because you pity me or something, Nitro,” she said. God, this woman was tough as nails and willing to go the distance to prove it to just about anyone—him included.
“That’s not what this is,” he insisted. “I don’t do pity fucks.”
She rolled on top of him, smiling down as though he’d given her the answer that she was looking for. “Good to know,” she said, as she tugged his shirt up his body. “I think we should move on with the getting naked portion of this meeting, then,” she teased. He was damn good with the getting-naked portion of things; he just worried that this might all be moving too fast for Aurora, and that she’d come to regret her decision later. But that was a problem for his future. Right now, he wanted to take his time with her and feel something for the first time in a damn long time.
He let Aurora take her time stripping him, and when she settled between his legs, stroking his heavy shaft, he nearly came in her fucking hands. “God, that feels so good,” he breathed. Shewrapped her hot little mouth around his cock, and he moaned out her name. "Take all of me," he ordered, shoving into her mouth a little more forcefully than he intended. He thought that he might have gone too far until she groaned around his shaft. She seemed to like it a little rough, and he had to admit that was the way he liked things, too.
“Fuck, baby,” he spat as she worked his cock over, giving him all the attention that he needed. “I’m going to come,” he shouted, trying to pull free from her mouth. She grabbed his ass in her hands, holding him in place as she sucked him in and out of her mouth while he lost himself down her hot, willing throat.
When Aurora finished licking him clean, she let him pop from her lips, smiling up at him as though she was pretty damn proud of herself. “You taste good,” she said hoarsely.
He wasn’t sure that he’d be able to move. She had left him feeling boneless, but not returning the favor seemed just plain rude. He rolled her under his body, making her squeal and giggle as he did.
“Let’s see how you taste,” he growled, working his way down her body, stripping her as he went. By the time he settled between her legs, she was panting, and so fucking wet for him. Her scent alone had made him hard again, and he wondered if he’d ever get his fill of her. She was intoxicating, and that was new for him. Most women were up for a good time—maybe a night or two, but for some reason, he knew that wasn’t going to be enough time with Aurora.
Nitro settled between her legs, running two fingers through her wet folds as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She nearly bucked them both off the damn bed until he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still.
“You need to hold still, honey, and let me eat this sweet pussy of yours,” he breathed. She moaned out his name, squirmingunderneath him a bit, causing him to chuckle. She was going to be a handful, and God, he loved his women that way.
He made a meal out of her, eating her until she was screaming out his name and calling out for Jesus. She was perfect. Nitro stood, tugging her to the end of the bed by her ankles, not being careful with her. He was giving them what they both needed, and it was raw and passionate—everything that had been missing from his life for so fucking long.
He sank into her body, “Aurora,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good.” She looked up at him, giving him her shy smile, and for just a second, he thought that he saw something more in her eyes. She reached for him, and he let her pull his body down to cover hers. They moved in unison, each chasing their own releases. When the world narrowed down to warmth and skin and whispered breaths, he anchored himself to the moment—because moments like this didn’t come often, and they never came without cost.
Later, when the room had gone still again, Aurora lay against his side with the sheets tangled around her legs, fingers idly tracing patterns over his ribs. She was quiet for too long, and he worried that she was overthinking what had just happened.
“That was a mistake,” she said softly, as though reading his thoughts.
Nitro stiffened. “If you regret it,” he started. He wasn’t going to tell her that she could take it back. Unwringing that bell wasn’t going to be easy because he was pretty sure that he’d never get her out of his head after what they had just shared.
“I don’t,” she said quickly. “That’s the problem.”
He turned onto his side to face her. “I’m not seeing the problem here, honey.”
