“Ah! What the fuck?!” Bea shrieks in surprise. I topple back against the hallway table away from her, landing with a thud on the edge. “Shit!”
A grunt is forced from me in equal shock, and I start to tilt to the side.
Bea makes quick work of hooking her hand under my arm and helps stabilize me. Embarrassment burns hotter than the discomfort in my ass from where I slammed into the edge of the table. Her lips part with heavy breaths, the heat of them tinged with mint from the toothpaste I mentioned to her earlier. Her eyes trace over my body, leaving a trail of desire as they search. Legs. Waist, pupils flaring momentarily. Chest, slowing. Neck and face, then landing on my lips, where they linger before locking on mine.
Bea’s hair is wild around her face, backlit and beautiful in the shirt I offered. She’s between my spread legs, so close and still so far—a problem I immediately solve. My hands settle on her hips, covering the delicious curves. A half-formed sound escapes her when I flex my fingers just over the curve of her ass. It’s part sigh, and part moan. It has all of me coming alive, my cock practically jolting in my joggers under the weight of my desire.
Confident I won’t break the table, I brace my feet on the floor and pull her another step closer. Bea melts toward me. Her hands rest against my chest, the air around us practically crackling. We’re momentarily suspended, the intensity of everything unspoken—unacted upon—growing thicker in the small space between us. With me seated on the waist-high furniture, she’s eye level with me. Suddenly, I no longer careabout every reason I’ve given myself since the Christmas party. Since the first night I met her. Holding her in my hands, inches away, it hits harder than a winger driving me into my net.
Fuck it.
I close the remaining distance and crash my lips into hers.
I kiss her without question. Without hesitation. Iwantthis woman.
Bea’s reaction is instantaneous. She kisses me back, meeting my desire and igniting it into something that burns hotter. Brighter. Her lips are soft and pliant under mine, and she doesn’t wait to open them on a throaty moan, granting my tongue entrance. At the first slide against hers, I slip my hands over the curve of her ass to grab handfuls of her thick flesh, bringing her completely against me. Bea’s fingers wind into the back of my hair, pulling at the strands as the intensity of our kiss grows greater until we have to break for air.
I press my forehead against hers, our breath mingling between parted lips. I can’t open my eyes yet. Then, Bea’s warm hands frame my face, and she shifts to take my bottom lip between her teeth. The nip is playful. Purposeful. And enough to let me know, I have exactly what I’ve been wanting.
Her.
“Fuck.” I sigh and finally crack open my eyes. “I swear I was just checking to see if you were okay.”
“Hmmm,” Bea considers, one hand roaming freely across my skin before hooking in the chain I wear. She twirls the silver around her finger, anchoring me. Owning me. “I was on my way to your room.”
“Did you need something?” My brain is officially fried. I have my dream woman half-naked in my arms, and I’m momentarily struck dumb by propriety.
“You, Nikita,” Bea chases all confusion from my mind with her blunt response. “I neededyou.”
Then she pulls at my necklace, bringing my lips back to hers, commanding me to kiss her again. I go willingly, slanting my mouth over hers, echoing her want with my own aching desire. Leveraging our position, I hoist her by gripping under her thighs and securing them snugly around my waist. The motion causes Bea to gasp and readjust her hold around my neck, abandoning her grip on my chain.
“You can have me,solnyshka,” I tell her, letting her core rub against my growing cock. “Allof me.”
I walk her back through the open door, nudging it with my foot as I pass. Bea runs her fingers through my hair, bending to suck kisses into my neck as I near the edge of the bed. I start to lower her to the mattress, intending to follow to situate myself between her legs, but Bea changes course. Using me to stabilize herself, she ends up on her knees on the bed, still a full head shorter than me. I groan when her lips connect with my skin. She trails them along my chest, wickedly flicking her tongue across my nipples before biting once and smiling.
I smirk at her when her eyes meet mine, and she begins to go lower, bracing herself with her hands on my hips. Between our bodies, the tent my achingly hard cock is straining the fabric of my sweats. Bea pulls back from kissing my flushed skin, gauging the bulge before looking up at me with dark, hooded eyes. Her fingers slip under my waistband, breaking down the barriers between us. The friction it creates against my length is a torturous anticipation, and I groan, throwing my head back for a moment. But I don’t want to miss the sight of my cock springing free.
“Bloody hell.” Bea’s curse ghosts across the sensitive head of my cock, and my balls twitch when she licks her lips. My hands fist at my sides, need and control barely contained when she closes the breath of space to drag her tongue through the slit.
“Fuck.” I grind out the word, my teeth locked together. My breath is coming in short pants, like I’ve just run wind sprints during training. Bea hums contentedly, satisfied to watch me writhe under her attention when she repeats the action. She gathers the precum that escapes when my cock throbs, still bobbing untouched except for where Bea now swirls her tongue around the entire head.
The heat of her mouth is instantly too much and not enough when she wraps her lips around me and sucks shallowly. Her fingers are curled around my ass, pressing into the flesh as she directs me deeper. My heart beats wildly, and when Bea is the first few inches down my cock, my legs begin to tremble.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I manage, pulling free of her mouth with a wet pop and stepping away. Bea immediately drops her hands, but I catch them with mine, even if I’m a little woozy on my feet. She’s confused, but I find my balance and guide her hands back to my body, slowly and gently leading her to run her fingers along the thick vein running the length of my cock with light strokes. “It’s been alongtime since I’ve done this,” I admit. With that confession, Bea’s face softens, and she smiles. “But I’m not going to let it end until I’m inside you.”
With my hands cradling Bea’s face, I bend to kiss her. I let my lips claim hers in a filthy way that conveys exactly how I want this night to end. No longer able to stroke my cock, Bea pulls at the back of my neck, kissing me harder.
When we break apart, Bea reaches for the hem of her shirt—my fucking shirt—and pulls it over her head. Kneeling on the bed in nothing but a scrap of black lace, she smiles darkly at me, her fingers teasing up her hips and over her perky tits.
“Then let’s not wait any longer.”
CHAPTER 13
BEA
I’m going to come in record time, I know it.
That’s all I can think when Nicky strips in front of me, and I lie my body back on the plush bed in offering. Wearing just my knickers, I’m nearly vibrating in anticipation. The man standing between my slightly trembling legs is a feast for the eyes. Tall, broad in all the right places, with delicately defined muscles and a few fading bruises. It is a testament of his commitment to the game and the toll it takes on his body. The silver chain he wears catches the light as he moves, the ridges of his abs twisting as he lifts a thick thigh to rest his knee on the edge of the mattress.
