Nick grabbed the towel and actually thought for a second to cover himself. But when her eyes moved to his dick, he hesitated. He allowed his eyes to roam. Her curves were barely covered by the tiny satin getup she was wearing. With her back to the doorjamb, she went to ease out of the bathroom. She looked as if she wanted to run, but Nick was prepared to prevent that from happening. He grabbed her wrist, careful not to grab too hard and tugged her body to his.
“I thought you were working,” she repeated in a whisper.
She was so close that he could smell minty toothpaste on her breath.
“I’m not,” he said before pushing his lips to hers.
He hadn’t kissed her since that night at the club. Before that, he hadn’t been kissed in months. And as he stood there naked with her in his arms, he realized her kiss was just what he’d needed.
He placed his palm to her back and pulled until her heaving breasts were pressed against him. Nick knew it was wrong. He knew going forward would be a betrayal, but he wanted to feel every part of her.
KING
Rebecca was stunned. She leaned against the frame of the door with her feet cemented to the floor. The sight of Nick’s naked, wet, muscular body left her frozen. The shock of him even being there was overpowered by the sight of the raw masculinity standing before her.
She’d said some words, but she was unsure of what they were. Yet, there she stood, having a physical battle with her eyes, fighting to keep them above his waist. But she lost. Her traitorous eyes landed on a hard, venous dick that was perfectly fitting for a man of his size. The very sight of the long, thick, almost angry-looking dagger between his legs induced an embarrassing sigh.
The voice in her head told her to flee the bathroom and hide in her room, but she couldn’t move. The voice was suddenly silenced when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his hot body. Coolness from the leftover water trickling down his skin kissed her nipples through the thin sleep shirt.
“I thought you were working,” she repeated like an imbecile.
“I’m not.” His deep voice was filled with lust and passion.
Rebecca was hypnotized by the desire in his icy blues as he closed the distance between them. She knew it was wrong, but when his lips touched hers, reasoning went out the window. Had she been in her right mind, her thoughts would have gone from, “he’s married” to “you’re dying.” But the taste of him, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, was too much to resist. Truth be told, she wanted him. She wanted to feel every bit of what he had to offer. So, the only thing she could do, right or wrong, was melt into his kiss and accept the way he made her feel.
“Mmm,” she moaned onto his lips while sucking his tongue as if it were her last meal.
Without disturbing their passionate kiss, without severing their connection, Nick looped his fingers in her satin sleep shorts and peeled them from her hips. When they slid down her legs and fell to her feet, he cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor. She shimmied her feet out and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
Nick severed their kiss, keeping his lips less than an inch from hers. “I’m so sorry, baby.” His voice was hoarse and breathless. “I need you. I need to feel you…so bad.”
He ground his hard dick against her wet, throbbing pussy and pecked her lips in the most sensual way imaginable.
“I’m wrong… I know, but,” he said through an erotic breath. “I need you, Rebecca.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, snaking her arms around his neck while pushing her wetness against his hardness.
“Yes” wasn’t much, but it was consent.
Consent to do what he wished.
Consent to take what he needed.
Consent to give her what she so desperately needed.
In fact, it was not just consent, but a plea.
She pressed her lips to his and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth with a moan. Rebecca ate every second of his kiss like dessert as he carried her to the sink. She whimpered from the loss of their broken connection when he pulled his lips away to lift her camisole over her head. Her mouth ached for his return, but his rebellious tongue lowered to lick and suck her stiff nipple into his mouth. As his warm tongue sucked and teased her into frenzy, she found herself desperately grinding against the hardest part of him. She wanted so desperately for him to be inside her. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.
“Nick,” she called through a breath, but it was more like a plea. At that point, she was more than willing to beg.
When he cupped her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the sink, she was sure he was about to fulfill her implied request. But she was wrong. He lowered to his knees and peppered sensual kisses on the inside of her thigh until his mouth hovered close to her wet, aching cavern. She could feel the warmth of his breath just before his lips closed around her engorged clit.
He moaned and sucked her into his mouth with a calmness that proved he knew exactly what he was doing. With his lips still wrapped around her clit, he used his tongue to inflict the sweetest torture.
Her head flew back. A sound originating from her diaphragm, a sound she’d never made, escaped her lips. What he was doing to the most feminine part of her had never been done so beautifully and masterful.
“Oh, God… Nick!” She gasped, pushing her fingers through his thick locks. “Aghhh!”
