Nick’s mouth is immediately on mine.
The penthouse is quiet; the faint hum of the city almost a hundred stories below barely seeps through. All I hear is his breath, my heartbeat, and the sound of my body sliding against the silk sheets that are cool against my hot skin.
He kisses me like he always has, like we have forever. Maybe because he knew we would.
Nothing about it is frantic or rushed. It’s just hungry and consuming, as if he wants to carve himself into my heart. My body trembles with anticipation before he’s even touched me.
When his weight presses me into the mattress, I greedily arch into him. My fingers tear at his clothes until they’re gone. My nails graze down his chest, over hard muscles. The shiver that runs through him is confirmation that he enjoys his time with me.
“You undo me,” he confesses against my skin as his mouth trails lower. He bites, sucks, kisses everywhere, leaving heat in his wake.
I gasp when his hand slides beneath my dress, fingertips teasing higher.
My panties cling to me, and when he presses the heel of hispalm against me, the moan that tears out of me echoes against the high ceiling.
“Always so wet for me.” He groans, kissing me harder as his fingers stroke over the damp lace. He peels them down my thighs, slow, and savors the view, like undressing me is part of his pleasure.
Nick places hot kisses up the inside of my thighs until I’m shaking. And when his tongue slides through me, I cry out, clutching the sheets. He devours me like a starved man. My thighs shake around his head as he flicks my clit with his tongue, sucking hard. His low growl vibrates against me until I’m falling apart, nearly sobbing his name.
By the time he pulls back, my body is sweaty, my chest heaving. When he leans over me again, I feel his heavy cock brushing against my stomach.
He drags himself through my folds, circles my clit, then slams inside me until I scream with satisfaction.
He fists a hand in my hair, tugging gently until I’m staring straight into his golden-brown eyes. His jaw is tight, his chest rising and falling, like he’s barely holding back. He pulls out and then takes me in one deep, claiming thrust.
My back arches off the bed, every nerve ending sparking as he fills me. He stays buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths ragged and uneven.
“You feel like home,” he whispers.
“You do too.”
Each thrust is slow, and he continues until I’m gasping, clutching at him. Pleasure floods through me.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice raw.
His growl rumbles through me as he flips me onto all fours. He drives deeper, pounding against that spot inside me that makes my vision explode. The stretch is perfect, the angle brutal, and I sob his name, clinging to the sheets like I’ll fly apart without him.
“You feel so good.” He groans, fingers digging into my hips.
I break apart, my body spasming around him as my orgasmviolently consumes me. He curses, thrusting harder. His groans turn frantic as he buries himself deep one final time and releases inside me.
We collapse, his arms locked around me like he’ll never let me go. My chest heaves, but I don’t want to move. Not yet. Maybe never.
He strokes my ass, kisses the curve of my back.
“I’m so glad you’re mine,” I whisper, smiling against the sheets.
“Me too,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Me fucking too.”
He eases out of me and pulls me into his chest, rolling us onto our sides. His hand trails down my spine like he’s memorizing every inch of me. The silence stretches on, and it’s comfortable.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were staying in Cozy Creek?” I ask, my fingers tracing the hard line of his chiseled jaw.
He exhales, his thumb brushing my hip. “I wanted it to be a surprise. And Asher got approval from the board moments before I went onstage.”
My throat tightens with relief. “I’m so happy.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Me too, sweetheart.”
