“That’s going around today,” I say with a chuckle. “Charlene at Crow Bar said the same thing. And after seeing what he can do in the kitchen, I have a new appreciation for him, too. But don’t you dare give my dad Shemar Moore’s number. Leave that poor man alone.”
I undo my apron and pull it over my head, making the look in Nick’s eyes morph from playful to hungry in an instant.
“As much as I’d love to stand here and talk about the men on your dad’s hall pass list—”
“He has women, too,” I interrupt. “Not just men.”
He smiles. “As much as I want to talk about the menand womenon your dad’s hall pass list, I’ve been waiting to get you alone. It’s like I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and drags me closer, sending a flood of butterflies rushing through me. “I need to remember what your kiss tastes like.” He presses his lips to mine, parting them with a slip of his tongue. He pulls back too soon. “Delicious.”
The butterflies in my belly are in full on riot mode now, and with the heat flooding my core, I’m about to lose all sense of decorum. I throw my arms around Nick’s neck, smashing my lips to his as I thrust my tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss as I attempt to get closer than the laws of physical space will allow. My body presses closer and Nick, being the genius that he is, grabs me under my thighs and lifts me from the floor in one smooth motion. I sense movement as he carries me, but I’m too busy kissing him, and rubbing myself against the hard ridgein his jeans to care where we’re going. All I want is to quench this burning need, and the only thing that will work is Nick.
He pushes me against the wall and grinds his erection against my core, driving me closer to the edge. The throbbing need between my legs forces a long moan from me when Nick breaks our kiss and bends his lips to my neck to leave a sucking kiss along my collarbone. He pins me to the wall with his hips, while nipping and grazing his teeth along the flesh at the base of my throat as he works to push my shirt and bra up with one hand.
“Fuck, baby. Look at your gorgeous tits.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple, forcing me to make a mewling sound I’ve never heard before. “You’re so sensitive for me.” He pinches me lightly, making my hips buck, and he drives his hips forward in response, grinding that hard length against me again. His lips brush my ear. “I can feel how hot you are through your clothes, Tina. How wet are you for me?”
“So wet,” I whisper, my need for him suddenly overwhelming.
My breath comes in panting gasps as I scramble for purchase, for leverage, for any way to grind against him harder so I can get some relief from this growing tension, but Nick is in control. He yanks my shirt down, covering me yet leaving my bra shoved up above my breasts, and lifts me away from the wall.
“Tell me there’s a fucking back door in this place, Tina. Because if there isn’t, I’m marching you out the front door in full view of everyone in Tuft Swallow, and the top story in tomorrow’s Nosey Pecker will be all about how I manhandled you into your apartment in a fog of lust.”
I wrap my arms around his neck more tightly and point down the back hallway. “There. That leads to the back lane. No one will see us there.” Except the apartments that line the opposite side of the street, but I can’t care about them. Not when I’m already so close.
He wastes no time getting us out the back door as we devour each other’s kisses and bump blindly into every wall along the way. My face is buried in his neck as I suck and lick the salty skin, when I hear him growl a warning.
“Not a fucking word, Rhett. If you call their attention over here, I will kill you in your sleep.”
I keep my face hidden, but hear Rhett chuckle. “Sure thing, Boss. Carry on.”
“Hold on tight, kitten,” Nick says a second later. “Stairs.”
Somehow, during the climb, Nick fumbles the keys out of my pocket, and he’s able to unlock my apartment to let us inside without putting me down. He kicks the door shut behind him, stopping only to lock the deadbolt again before carrying me to my bed, where he promptly drops me on my ass.
“Hey,” I complain, more at the loss of contact than anything else. “I was enjoying that.”
“Sorry,” he says, moving to stand between my legs. “It’s too hard to get undressed when I’m carrying you. I promise I’ll pick you up again after. Fuck, if you want, I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go. Call me the Nickmobile, because you’ll never have to walk again.” His breathing is heavy as he pulls my shirt over my head before reaching around my back to undo my bra. He drags the lace down my arms, his pupils darkening as he takes me in. “You are so fucking beautiful, Tina.” He leans forward to drop a quick kiss on my lips, then pushes my shoulder until my back is flat on the bed. “But if you don’t get these pants off so I can taste you in the next five seconds, I’m pretty sure I’ll die.” He grabs my pants and underwear at the waist and drags them down and off my legs, dropping them to the floor. “Fuck, yes,”he groans, then drops to his knees and drags me to the edge of the bed.
I prop myself up on my elbows in time to see him lick his lips before diving forward and burying his face between my legs.With one slow, dragging lick up my center, stars ignite in my vision, but I can’t drag my eyes away from his. He stares at me while he circles my clit with his tongue, his eyes becoming more molten with each mewling gasp I make. He pins my legs down with his rough hands, holding me steady as he devours me. With each lick, he drives me higher, the tension building in my core as I get closer and closer to careening over that edge into bliss.
Then he stops.
“What the fuck?” I ask, more than a hint of irritation in my voice. “Why’d you stop?”
He says nothing, just grins down at me with that lopsided smile of his before reaching over his head and pulling his shirt off in one clean motion, exposing the chiseled pecs and slightly rounded belly that both drive me wild with lust. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and places it on the bed before shucking his jeans and underwear.
“I’m guessing we have maybe ten more minutes before your family comes looking for us.” He rips the condom open and rolls it down over his length. “And I’ll be damned if you don’t come all over my cock before I have to go out there and show you my terrible cornhole skills. There’s an excellent chance you won’t want me anymore after you see the kind of havoc I can cause with a bean bag.” He lifts a knee onto the bed, notches his cock at my entrance, and slides in with a sinfully delicious groan. “Fuuuck, babe.You feel so damn good.” He pulls out, then slams back in with another groan. “I’m sorry, Tina. I’ll take my time with you later, but I think this time needs to be fast and rough.” He pulls out and thrusts in again, his hands digging into my hips so hard I’m sure they’ll leave a mark. “This last day has been torture. I thought I’d never be with you like this again.”
When he reaches between us and presses a thumb to my clit, I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm rockets through me, sending spasms of bliss through my core, my arms, my legs, myhands, and my feet, like the sensation is too big for it to stay in just one part of my body. I’m powerless as I twitch and tremble beneath him.
Nick groans and stills, seating himself in me so fully I can feel each throb of his orgasm as he pulses, filling the condom. “Jesus. Oh, fuck. You’re squeezing me so good, baby.” He lowers himself over me, careful not to crush me, and presses his forehead to mine.
I sling my boneless arms around his neck, forcing him to lower his body, loving the weight of this enormous man pressing me into my bed. “Shut up and kiss me, Nick,” I whisper before bringing my lips to his.
He peppers my lips with tiny kisses, then pulls back and looks down at me with a grin. “You’re fucking amazing. You know that?”
I shrug, forcing an air of nonchalance even though his words make me giddy. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Nick smiles and presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly but deeply until he begins to stiffen once more, the heat in my core rising in response, before he pulls away and sighs. “As much as I’d love to stay here and make love to you again, I think we’d better get out on that cornhole pitch before your family notices our absence.” He slides out of me with a moan, and I already miss the feel of him. He ties off the condom and drops it in the wastebasket next to my bed before grabbing my hands and pulling me up. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
