Page 51 of Something Like That

She opened her eyes, tipped her head back to look at him. He was staring down at her, the lines of tension on his face more pronounced in the dim light. The heat in his gaze was molten liquid.

She smiled, the tilt of her lips feeling lazy and loose. “I think I should probably be the one thanking you.” Her voice sounded hoarse and cracked and breathy.

His mouth quirked up on one side in that cheeky half smile. The one that always set her on fire. And even after an incredible orgasm—the kind where she shouldn’t feel needy for at least a week—it was like a spark to kindling. “You’ve obviously never watched yourself come.”

Heat burned in her cheeks and her chest, but her body gave another throb. Interesting. She’d never really done the dirty talk thing, but it seemed like it might be something she was into. Sex with Kevin had been basic, the two of them fumbling around like the inexperienced fools they’d been. There’d been no exploration, or even give and take, really. It had been sad and unsatisfying.

Definitely not like this. This was something special.

He grabbed the back of her neck, holding her still so he could kiss her. Hard. There was a desperation in this kiss that hadn’t been there before. And it wasn’t any wonder. The evidence of his need was still hard and throbbing between her thighs.

Now it was her turn to thank him properly. She pulled away from the kiss. He followed her, leaning forward, chasing her lips.

“Your turn.” She slid off of his lap and down into the foot well of the passenger seat. It was a tight squeeze but she was up for it. She reached forward and popped the button on his jeans.

Chapter Eleven

Nick’s breath got caught somewhere between his lungs and his mouth the moment Alex slid to her knees on the floor of the passenger seat. His entire body tensed, anticipation flooding through him. When she reached for the button on his jeans, his heart slammed against his ribs like a body check in the corner.

She chewed on her lower lip, which was all plump and swollen from kissing. So fucking sexy. But she didn’t have to do this. He didn’t want her to think it was expected just because he’d made her come.

Besides, he probably didn’t deserve it.

Definitely didn’t deserve her.

He placed his hands over hers. “It’s okay.” His voice was all hoarse and frayed. “You don’t have to. I’m good.”

She stared up at him for a heartbeat and then cocked her head. The movement was so tiny, any other time he probably would have missed it. “Do you not want me to… you know… do it?” Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to hear her let loose and say something dirty. Be explicit in what she wanted.

Some of her hair had come loose from her bun. He brushed it back over her ear. Jesus, she looked so fucking hot, crouched there between his thighs, ready and willing to suck him off. What the fuck was he thinking by stopping her?

But he knew. He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent into. Didn’t want her to do it because she thought she owed him something. She absolutely did not. “I would love nothing more than your mouth on me.” His voice sounded a little bit cracked, a little bit strained around the edges. Unsurprising, given the way his cock ached. “But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She stared at the bulge in his jeans and licked her lips. He almost fucking came on the spot. Fuck.

“Oh, but I really, really want to.” There was a lusty, happy thread woven through the words, one that matched the spark in her eyes.

When she reached his pants again, he didn’t stop her. She slowly lowered the zipper, the hiss of the teeth loud in the quiet of the car. He held his breath.

She had to be stupid uncomfortable, crammed into the space in front of the seat. But since she wasn’t complaining, he wasn’t about to stop her again. He’d make it up to her when they finally found a bed. Then he could take his time exploring every inch of her long, lean, gorgeous body.

The zipper undone, she spread open his jeans. His cock sprang free. She gave a shocked little gasp, her eyes wide. He wanted to laugh, but the feel of her hot breath on his dick made it impossible.

There’d been a mix up with the laundry service he’d hired and they hadn’t been able to deliver his clean laundry this morning. Instead of sulking in his hotel room, and continuing to avoid Alex, he’d decided to go commando. Of course, he’d never expected the night to end like this, or he would have warned her.

She made a tsking sound and placed her hands on his thighs. “Oh, what a naughty, naughty boy you are.” The huskiness in her voice slid over his skin like fingertips. Her palms burned through the denim.

“Can I take your hair down?” The question was out before he could stop it.

A slow smile spread across her face. She practically glowed. Something hot and achy burned low in his gut, and it had nothing do with lust.

She reached up, her breasts thrust forward, and tugged on the elastic. The golden curtain of her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, one strand falling over her breast, the edge curling around her nipple. She was so stunningly beautiful he could barely breathe.

He reached out and slid the fingers of one hand into her hair, reveling in the feeling of the silky strands against his skin. She turned into the touch, nuzzling his forearm and pressing a hot, wet kiss on the sensitive skin of his wrist. Some sort of rumbling sound bounced through his chest. She smiled, and did it again.

Oh, this woman. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

No, not going there. He needed to stop thinking shit like that. This wasn’t forever. It couldn’t be. She’d made that perfectly clear. Besides, he had things to do, a championship to win. He couldn’t be thinking about anything beyond tonight.