CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CLAY
The hotel has pink walls and bouquets of flowers everywhere. There are pictures of famous couples visiting Niagara Falls framed around the lobby, and the elevator door has a big heart engraved in it.
It’s exactly the kind of romantic stuff Nicholas loves, which I like because it makes him happy, but neither of us pay much attention. From the second we leave the waterfalls, back to the truck and now hurrying to our room, all we can think about is touching each other.
Everything about him is driving me wild. How satisfied he looked while he ate the meal I bought him. The spark when I touched him in public, warmth reverberating through his body and back to mine.
How good it was to hold him, feeling his strength and presence while the powerful waterfall roared around us. It was like a fortress. Something strong enough to contain everything I felt.
The buildup and anticipation has been wrenching me apart. But when I pull him into the room, thrust him back against the closed door, and kiss him again, it’s somehow even worse.
I can’t touch him enough. My hands are everywhere. I groan and grunt, tasting him as we kiss, and he pushes back, kissing me just as hard.
But I can’t touch him enough.
“Fuck. Clay,” he says, and my heart twists to hear my name on his lips. “You’re so hard.”
I rut my erection against his hip, grinding my body to his. “You make me ache,” I tell him.
Nicholas throws his blazer aside, fists my T-shirt, and pulls me deeper into the hotel room while he kisses me.
“I could practically feel you inside me at the restaurant,” he says, breathy and walking backwards, mouth all over mine. “Just from the way you looked at me.”
My hand takes his face, and I hold him steady, burning my gaze into his.
“When I make you come tonight, I want you to look at me, just like this.”
“Promise,” he says, and we kiss again.
I pull my T-shirt off, and Nicholas shimmies out of his jeans. There’s a big bed with soft sheets and a mirrored headboard, and I quickly throw most of the pillows aside, clearing the space for us.
Both stripped to our underwear, we kiss again, standing beside the bed.
Need rips through me. It’s like my body knows that I’m leaving soon.
I can’t give Nicholas the life he wants. He’s sunshine, and I’m a cloud. I’m not surprise bouquets of flowers and honeymoon suites. Not really.
But I can give him a few hours in this hotel room. I can be this for him, and he’ll be everything to me.
The first man I’ll ever fuck. Maybe the only man I ever will.
The thought is pleasing and upsetting at the same time, and it inspires another wave of possessive hunger.
I kiss his neck. “I already know how to work you with my fingers,” I tell him and drag my tongue down to his clavicle. “Now tell me how to fuck you with my cock.”
He pulls my lips back up to his mouth. “You start here,” he says and kisses me deeper, swirling his tongue against mine and igniting a fire at my center. “And you work us up with everything you’ve got first.”
“Happily.”
With a gentle push, I get Nicholas on the bed. I start slow, kissing and grinding and letting our hard dicks brush together. When I can’t stand it anymore, I tug his underwear off, and Nicholas grips my erection.
“I could feel how hard you were when you kissed me at the waterfalls.”
I groan under my breath, tortured by the friction of his fist. “All you have to do is look at me sometimes, and I’m ready.”
My hand finds his ass, and I grope his cheek, feeling it in my hand. My dick is steel, throbbing like an engine humming, and I’m dripping on Nicholas’s fingers.
