He moves away briefly to get a condom, quickly rolls it on, then moves back between my legs, his knees spread wide, his beautiful cock in his hand. He glides it through the slickness, finds the soft spot of my opening, and presses in as he looks up and meets my eyes.
I arch up to him, wanting to take all of him inside me, my blood running scalding hot through my veins. “Do it.”
He plants one hand into the mattress next to my shoulder and I palm his chest, brush over his nipples, glide over his tight abs. He fucks into me with fast thrusts of his hips, the scent of us and the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
The eye contact is heart-melting, our bodies connected as close as they can be, but with our eyes joined too it’s even more intense. Even more visceral.
“Christ, Nikki. Jesus Christ.”
I feel like I’m floating, spinning up into the stars, pleasure twisting inside me then exploding with light and joy.
He shouts as I clamp around him, his head going back, his jaw clenching and he comes, too. I feel him inside me, pulsing, and his body shudders against me. He stamps his mouth over mine and groans in his throat and I love it so much that he’s doing this to me, with me, that he’s so deep inside me and we’re connected so closely, so tightly.
Marek rolls off me, keeping himself inside me and bringing me with him. I’m panting and my heart beats in a wild tempo and the beauty and depth of what I just felt, of what just happened swells up huge inside me, a cyclone of feelings and suddenly, to my embarrassment, I’m crying… big, gulping sobs and a torrent of tears.
16
MAREK
Oh, fuck, no. My chest clenches as Nikki sobs against me. What is happening? Is this regret? Disappointment? I don’t think it wasthatbad.
I hold her tighter, cupping the back of her head with one hand, rubbing her back with the other. “Hey,” I say gently. “This is not the reaction a guy wants to get after parking the Porsche in the garage of love.”
Sure enough, she chokes and starts laughing. “G-garage of love!” she gasps. “Oh my God!”
I stroke her long hair. “What’s going on, diva?”
She takes a couple of breaths and says, “I don’t know. I don’t know what happened, I just felt so… emotional and I started crying.” She tilts her head back to peer into my face. “It’s not a reflection on the quality of your, uh, parking.”
“Good to know. I was afraid you were disappointed.”
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth and her eyes, still wet and shiny, gaze back at me. “Definitely not disappointed.”
I nod.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!” I resist the urge to shout, keeping my tone low and even. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“Okay.” She sniffles. “It was just… a lot.”
She stops there but I know what she means. There’s still something remarkable between us. I’d come to accept that it was a one-time thing, but now… wow. I don’t even have words to describe it.
“Do you regret it?” I ask quietly.
“God, no.”
Her instant response reassures me.
“I wanted that,” she adds. “I wanted you.”
She told me our hookup in Vegas had to be a one and done. She doesn’t have time for anything else. I fight the unease that jabs my gut.
Was I going to turn down sex with Nikki? Fuck, no.
Am I worried that this isn’t because she’s changed her mind about a relationship between us? Hell, yeah.
But we’re here for a good time, not a long time. There’s no way I can resist her appeal—her tight little body, her delectable mouth, her luscious pussy. But also her silliness, her sweetness, her huge heart.
