His eyebrows tug together again. “What do you mean?”
“I still… want you.”
“Ah.” His face clears and a subtle smirk tugs at one side of his mouth. “My plan worked then.”
I giggle. “Oh, that was your plan all along? To seduce me with harmless conversation?”
“Okay, no. I was just hoping.”
I’m buzzing with nerves and need. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Get me naked.
Throwing caution out the floor-to-ceiling window, I hike my skirt up and throw one leg over him to straddle him. My skirt is still tight, so I wriggle it higher, up to my hips, and his gaze slides down to where I know he can see my panties.
He groans and stares at me there. His eyes are feverishly hot, his cheekbones flushed. Hot desire pools between my legs and pulses with the same beat of my heart.
I lean down, slowly, my eyes fastened on his, my lips parting, and I touch my mouth to his.
My eyes fall closed as his mouth moves against mine and the moment stretches full and hot. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and tangles with mine. He sucks and pulls on my bottom lip with erotic pressure until we’re both breathing hard and making needy noises, mine soft and thin, his low and rumbly. He glides his hands up under my T-shirt and when he touches my skin my whole body shivers. A heavy ache has developed low in my core. He strokes up and down my back, then my sides, over my ribs, to my waist and back up, over and over, and then lets his thumbs brush the sides of my breasts.
I want to feel his skin, too, so I do the same, skating my palms over smooth, hot satin, enjoying the bulges of muscles and bumps of ribs and shoulder blades. Our hands roam over each other as we kiss, our heads turning for better angles, tongues tangling, lips sliding. I take the measure of his shoulders and glide my palms over his chest, then push my hands into his hair. I can twist my fingers in it and it’s cool and silky against my skin.
A low groan rumbles in his chest and his jaw goes loose. As our mouths separate, he says in a gravelly tone, “I don’t think it’smedoing the seducing.”
I lift my head and smile, our faces only inches apart. “How am I doing?”
5
MAREK
“Fucking great.” Desire is raging through my bloodstream and tension coils deep inside me. “Although, all you have to do is look at me.”
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m flat on my back on a hotel bed with Nikki Sullivan straddling me, looking like a fucking goddess with a tangle of dark hair, sultry eyes, and a mouth made for sex.
And then every cell in my brain blows into smithereens when she grasps the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it off over her head.
I’ve had fantasies like this. But those were sad. This is… I don’t even have words. “Nikki.” My voice is a rasp.
She blinks at me and I take in everything—narrow shoulders, slender arms, smooth skin, and the tiniest white bra doing absolutely nothing to conceal her tits. Dark nipples pucker beneath the sheer fabric.
“Jesus.” I can’t stop the groan that escapes my mouth. I lift my heavy arms to set my hands on her waist. “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” I say roughly.
Anticipation surges inside me so huge I don’t even know what to do. I want to give her another orgasm. I want to taste her. I want to be inside her.
I sit up. I reach behind my neck and pull off my own shirt.
I fucking love how she looks at me, her gaze cruising hungrily over my torso, eyes going hazy, her wet, swollen lips parting.
Now she’s sitting in my lap. Her hand curves around my neck, her thumb brushing over the stubble on my jaw. I slide a hand into her hair and move her head for a better angle, tilting my own head. I drown myself in her taste, sucking her tongue into my mouth, nipping her bottom lip, again, and again, until I feel like I’m drunk.
Kissing women is nice, I’ve done it a lot, but Nikki’s mouth is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I think I’m in love with this woman.
Her hands drift down my chest, rubbing my pecs, brushing my nipples. That coil of lust wraps around the base of my cock and squeezes, and my skin burns everywhere. A groan rumbles in my chest.
I kiss her neck and her head falls back, a low moan slipping from her lips. I kiss and bite at her shoulder, lick the satiny skin there, breathe in the scent of her skin and her hair—something sophisticated with exotic flowers like orchids and jasmine and maybe… honey? It’s goddamn intoxicating.
I push the thin straps of her bra off her shoulders so I can skim my palms over them, then let my fingertips glide down over her collarbone, over her chest to the edge of the skimpy lingerie. She moans again as I dip my fingers into the sheer fabric and slowly tug it down.
I’m trying to go slow. She deserves it after that bump and grind earlier. But I’m dying to be inside her, as deep as I can get, for as long as I can. My cock is so hard I could drill through concrete, and excitement licks over every nerve ending.
