“I don’tcare.”
She bucked against him, as if for emphasis, and when he finished her off, she blew apart like one of those exploding stars from the documentaries that had used to make her cry.
“Fuck,” she panted, head tipping back. “Oh—god—Nick—”
“Yes.” He trailed kisses up to her navel. “You’re so pretty when you come for Daddy.”
Her fingers clenched and then relaxed against his skull, the tight grip yielding to a gentle sweep that put an unnamed ache in the back of his throat.
“Tell me what you are.”
“Your bird.”
“Mine,” he agreed, the word dark and possessive as he pressed his cheek against her belly.
When she dragged him up by the chin for a kiss, it wasn’t like before; as he hauled her up against him, crushing her breasts flush against his chest as he wrested back control, she fit against him like she was made for him—and she was so responsive.
She broke away, looking up at him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression while he fought the urge to seize her mouth again. “You’re good at that.” He tapped at her swollen lip. “I almost never count out my paycheck stubs when your mouth’s on me.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. Then a look stole over her face that was as strange as it was familiar, and by the time he placed it as the one from that photo, she was already on her knees.
Nicholas inhaled sharply as she sucked the droplets of water from his abs.Oh, fuck.
She gripped his cock in her slender fingers and touched him so gently that he shuddered, before taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.
”Fuck.” Sparks burst against his visual field as his head cracked against the tile. His hips jerked, thrusting into her throat hard enough that she gagged and pushed him back, pinning him against the shower wall by pressing hard against his thighs. And dear god, her mouth—
She worked her tongue over the crown of his cock as hefucked the plush softness of her lips, sucking him off the way she had on her loveseat..
It feels so fucking good.
“What are you thinking about now?” There was an edge to the honey-sweetness of her voice and the challenge in it pushed him over, making him come with a violence that startled them both.
Drool and come slicked his shaft as she pulled away, leaving him prone to the hard water pressure that now felt like needles on his sensitive head.
Nicholas turned from the spray and nearly hit his head on the spigot when he saw her looking up at him, watching him with something that looked a hell of a lot like desire.
“Fuck, Jay.” He reached for her and she jerked back from him, making a muted sound as she grabbed a towel and fled. Stunned, he watched her now-towel-clad ass depart through the door at a fast clip like the hounds of hell were at her heels.
Hedidbang his head when he turned around a second time and he swore at the sting, running a hand through his hair as he bent to shut off the water. He grabbed one of her yellow towels and slung it around his shoulders as he followed her back into the one-bedroom.
She had thrown her own damp towel on her bed and was buttoning herself into a dress—a matronly, ruffled thing that made her look like somebody’s preschool art teacher.
A very fuckable preschool art teacher who gave amazing head and could set him on fire with a glance.
When she bent to buckle her boot, revealing a slit in the skirt that showed off just a hint of leg, he cleared his throat. Loudly.
“Oh my god!” Her eyes swung towards him, moved down,and then immediately away. A blush began to bloom over her cheekbones, which was fucking hilarious after what she had just done to him in that bathroom. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not that long.” Hiding a smile, he knotted the towel around his hips. “Did you already call the taxi?”
“Um.” She grabbed a purse off her counter. “I thought we’d take BART.”
“Wasn’t that how you got mugged?”
“I got mugged after I got off the train, actually. While I was walking to work.”
Nicholas grabbed a pair of boxers out of his backpack and stepped into them before tugging some slacks over his narrow hips. “We’re still taxing a taxi.”
