“What’s this?” she asked of the last item in the bag.
He saw the instant she realized what he’d bought. She turned a rosy shade and set the box on the counter carefully.
“Condoms,” he confirmed, still not sure whether he’d bought them to remind her of his “demand” so this mood between them would be less cozy…or just in case his restraint ran out.
For a long minute, she didn’t say anything. Finally, she swallowed as if she worked up her courage and looked at him. “Thank you for thinking of protecting me. Am I coloring my hair now or in the morning?”
Despite her matter-of-fact reply, Nick had to work not to get hard while thinking about Sasha and condoms in the same sentence.
No luck.
He locked and dead-bolted the motel room door, then answered. “In the morning is fine. I’m going to take a shower.”
Without waiting for her reply, Nick disappeared into the bathroom. He stripped down, soaped up, and stroked himself to climax, biting back a groan at the thought of crushing Sasha’s delicate mouth under his as he surged deep inside her. Self-pleasure barely shaved down the edge of his need, but better to work off as much as he could before he crawled in bed beside her.
Cursing, he wrapped a towel around his waist and jerked the door open. His backpack with his clean underwear was still on the bed, and he’d forgotten?—
The sight in front of him zapped every fucking thought from his head.
“Sasha?”
She’d folded down the ratty bedspread and eased between the starched white sheets, sitting with her knees tucked under her, ass resting on her soles. She wore a sleeveless white nightgown that ended just above her knees. Sheer lace trimmed the gentle slope of fabric covering her breasts and the hem at the bottom. It was plain as hell and not meant to be sexy in the least. But it was probably all she had. She had unfastened the top two buttons of the garment, revealing a hint of her shadowy cleavage.
One glance, and it was obvious that jacking off in the shower had been futile.
Head bowed, hands clasped, Nick watched her shoulders rise and fall with every nervous breath. She looked like a goddamn sacrificial virgin.
“I’m ready,” Sasha whispered.
No, she wasn’t.
Nick rubbed at the back of his neck. “Listen?—”
“Mike told me once that you like to be…in charge. In bed.”
Damn his old pal. “Sasha?—”
“I can be…” She grappled for words. “Compliant.”
He snorted. Unless she could be eager, he would never touch her. “Look at me.”
Sasha blinked up, clearly confused—until she caught sight of him. She gasped. Her eyes bulged, her stare walking all over him. Her mouth gaped open.
Her visual worship boosted his ego. Knowing she liked what she saw got his dick harder, too. But it didn’t change anything between them.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Well…you’ve done everything you said you would to keep Harper and me safe. We made a deal.” She was breathing hard. “You gave me last night to be with her. Now I’m living up to my end of the bargain.”
He noticed she hadn’t said she was dying to have his cock inside her tight pussy as she clawed her way to climax.
“Have you ever had sex with a man other than Mike?”
“No.”
“You ever had a man eat your pussy until you’re so sensitive you had to plead to make him stop?”
Her cheeks went rosier. “No.”
