These clothes have got to go.
Like, right now.
I drop my feet to the floor and slide down the length of him, relishing the sharp angles and hard planes of his body. Then I grab the hem of his T-shirt and pull it over his head, drinking in the sight of him.
God, he’s beautiful.
Damp hair falls over his brow, and there’s a vulnerability to his strong features I never could have imagined before tonight. Before he shared a piece of himself with me. His dark eyes are filled with desire, more alive than I’ve ever seen them, the flecks of gold glowing like amber in the low light. His lips, which so often form a hard, immovable line, are soft and inviting. And his abs? Just as impressive the second time around.
Not so much that I’d want to carve out my own six-pack, but still totally lickable.
I lower my mouth to Nick’s heated flesh, peppering kisses along his pecs as I greedily trace each dip and ridge of his abdomen with my fingers. My eyes linger on the jagged scar that bisects his left shoulder, the scar that has shaped so much of his life, his need for control. I press a gentle kiss to the puckered skin, and he stiffens, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
When I trace it with my tongue, he relaxes.
If we only do this once, I want to remember every detail. He hisses out a breath as I make my way south, devouring every inch of him.
“It seems you have me at a disadvantage.” He cups my chin and tilts my face up to his, eyes darting to my clothes.
I smirk. “And whose fault is that?”
Without another word, he strips off my sweatshirt and tosses it to the floor. Deft hands make quick work of my bra, adding it to the growing pile of clothes. My fingers itch to cover my breasts, but I force my hands to remain at my sides, allowing him to look his fill. I’ve always been self-conscious of my small breasts, but as his gaze rakes over my bare flesh, hunger raging in his eyes, it’s clear size doesn’t matter.
“Gorgeous.” He lowers his mouth to my right breast. It’s hot and wet and when he flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple, a spiral of pleasure radiates through my body. He leaves a trail of kisses across my chest as he makes his way to my left breast, giving it the same treatment as he gently strokes my back.
It feels so freaking good. I’m putty in his hands when he spins me around, bringing one large hand to my throat and tangling the other in my hair. He leans forward, his breath on my cheek, hot and heady.
“May I take off your pants, Scarlett?”
Is he serious? He could ask for my firstborn, and it’s possible I’d say yes.
I nod and kick off my sneakers. He rewards me with a series of open-mouthed kisses, trailing his way down my neck and shoulder. Anticipation courses through my veins, raising goose bumps on my arms as he grabs the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down in one swift move.
A cool breeze brushes my ass, and I realize he’s taken my panties, too.
Nick’s nothing if not efficient.
I step out of my pants and he groans. “You’re killin’ me darlin’.”
Um, since when does Nick have an accent?
I’d attributed his lack of accent to being a native Austinite raised on concrete, but maybe this was just another part of himself he held with tightly leashed control?
So not the time, Scarlett.
His hands are on my body again, one tracing the swell of my breast, the other the curve of my hip. The movements are slow and painstaking, as if he’s committing every detail to memory. Or, you know, committed to driving me completely rabid with lust.
Two can play at that game.
I lean into him, ass pressed firmly against his cock, and rotate my hips.
His grip on me tightens, his breath coming hard and fast against my cheek as he dips his head and says, “I want to take you just like this. Would you like that, darlin’?”
“Yes.” The word is barely a rasp, but it makes no difference.
I want to feel him inside me. Want the exquisite pleasure I know he’ll deliver.
Nick guides me to the wall of windows overlooking the city and places my hands on the glass. It’s hard and cold, completely at odds with my scorching flesh. I’m exposed, my body on full display.
