Let Me Win You (Seven Horny Sins #2)

Chapter 4

4

Nicole

I sucked at one-night stands. The last time I had one, I ended up dating the guy for over a year. And what a waste of a year that had turned out to be!

I vowed never to do it again. But here I was, walking with a scorching-hot guy across the hotel lobby to the elevator that would take us up to my room.

Was this another case of bad judgement on my part?

I reasoned I was leaving the city on Monday. There was no chance for me to ever run into Invi again. Men like him didn’t date girls like me, anyway. It could never be more than a one-night stand, and that was just fine.

Why shouldn’t I have a night of fun with a sweet, handsome guy? Why couldn’t I have a small adventure in the city before going back to Flat Field?

We entered the elevator. Invi wrapped his arm around my shoulders, drawing me to him. And I forgot all my misgivings.

I liked him. He seemed to be into me, too, at least for tonight. Why couldn’t two unattached people enjoy a night together? I even happened to have a couple of condoms in my suitcase…

Taking my chin between his fingers, he lifted my face to his.

“Any regrets?” he asked, studying my expression.

“No,” I said quickly. “No regrets.”

Leaning closer, he took my mouth in a kiss again. I gasped against his lips. My heart seemed to skip a beat, leaving me suddenly lightheaded and making me weak in my knees. It felt so good to lose myself in this thrilling whirlwind that drowned even my anxiety about tomorrow.

“Wow,” I struggled to catch my breath when the kiss ended. “You don’t wait long, do you?”

“I’ve waited to do it from the moment I saw you,” he said as the elevator doors opened.

It’d been a couple of years since my last and only one-night stand. It’d been several months since my last date and the consequent breakup. But having sex was like riding a bicycle, wasn’t it? Just because I was a bit out of practice, didn’t mean I couldn’t go through with it.

“Well, here is me.” I slid the card in the lock in the door to my room, then pushed the door open, and flicked the lights on.

“Finally,” he exhaled, pulling me to him and kicking the door closed behind him.

“Invi…” I gasped as he kissed me like a starving man who finally got a meal.

Sliding the zipper of my jacket down, he slipped both hands in, then moved them to my shoulders to drop the jacket off. Next, he tugged at the neckline of my blouse to expose more skin for his kisses.

I felt like I’d been swept into a hurricane that was too powerful and too intense for me to handle.

“Invi.” I pushed with my hands against his shoulders. “Wait…”

He pulled back, giving me a questioning look.

“It’s just that…” I touched my lips with my fingers. My skin flushed with heat. My heart thundered. “It’s too fast.”

“It is?” he asked, looking concerned. “Is that not what you want?”

“I do. I want it.” I fisted my other hand in his shirt, keeping him close to me. “But could we slow down just a little bit? Please?”

I felt foolish. I was the one who invited him here. And I didn’t regret inviting him, far from it. But everything about him seemed so…overwhelming, including his passion.

I watched his reaction carefully. Did I offend him? Would he get angry, like my ex used to get on occasion?

“Slow down?” Invi stepped back, and I unclenched my fingers, releasing him from my grip. “Of course.” He smiled, backing toward the bed. “We have time. We have eternity.” He sat on the bed, keeping his eyes on me. “Now you come to me , my sweet girl. At the pace that suits you.”

I took a step forward, and he leaned back, propping his hands on the mattress. The way he slid his gaze down my body made me feel naked even as I was fully dressed. I sauntered to him, swaying my hips like a showgirl clad in feathers and rhinestones, and not a small-town pastry chef dressed in a sensible blouse and slacks.

“There you are,” he murmured, spreading his knees wider for me to come closer.

I paused. And he didn’t move either. Waiting.

Swallowing hard, I touched the buttons on my blouse, then jerked my hand away.

“You’re first,” I said, tipping my chin at his chest. “Take off your shirt.”

A corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided grin. He arched an eyebrow, as if finding my request highly entertaining.

“Alright.” He unbuttoned his shirt while I followed his hands with my eyes, button by button. “Off it goes.” He tossed his shirt aside, revealing a vast expanse of smooth, hairless skin over his muscular torso.

“You are…so fucking perfect,” I blurted out.

“Your turn.” He ignored my compliment.

“Um…” I fidgeted with a button on my blouse. “Now that you turned out to be so very perfect, in and out of your clothes…” I glanced back at the light switch by the door. “Can we turn off the lights maybe?”

“Perfection is boring, Nic. It’s always the same. The variety of human imperfections makes people unique and interesting.” He lifted his hand to my buttons. “May I?” I hesitated, and he smiled. “I promise to do it very slowly.”

I didn’t reply but took a step forward, between his knees, and moved my hand away.

“Good girl,” he rumbled approvingly, sending a flock of hot tingles through my body, all the way to my lower belly.

Drawing me closer, he kissed my collarbone, just above my neckline. With each new button open, he moved his kisses lower, from the top of my chest to the valley between my breasts.

“This needs to go too,” he murmured against my skin, sliding his hands back to the closure of my bra.

“Okay,” I exhaled as he flicked the hooks open and released my breasts.

“Gorgeous.” He cupped one, while kissing the other.

I couldn’t recall anyone calling me gorgeous before, not even hot or beautiful. To compliment me, people would normally use cute or pretty. But I loved being gorgeous for him tonight.

My thoughts trailed away as Invi dragged his tongue over my nipple, and I shivered from pleasure scattering over my skin. His large, warm palms ran up and down my back, before taking off my pants and underwear, then settling on my backside. He pressed my hips to the bulge between his legs and moaned at the contact, raking his teeth over the tip of my breast.

Desire swirled low in my belly, pooling between my thighs with liquid heat.

“Invi…” I fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to have him naked too.

He opened the zipper, freeing his erection. Springing free, it slapped my thigh with enough force to get my attention.

I leaned back, eyeing his massive member that was pointing straight up at me.

“God, it’s…it’s huge,” I mumbled. “How do you even fit it in your pants? Or anywhere else, for that matter?”

He stared down at his dick as if seeing it for the first time himself.

“Sadly, I can’t make it any smaller.” The solemn expression with which he said it made me giggle.

“Well, that’s a shame,” I quipped. My inner muscles clenched with ache as if I was already being impaled by his monster cock. “Um…how about we’ll just cuddle?” I teased.

“Cuddle?” To my surprise, his face lit up with delight. “I’d love that.”

Scooping me up, he rolled back onto the bed.

“Wow!” I laughed. “With so much enthusiasm, one would think you’ve never cuddled before.”

“I might have,” he said, letting go of me just long enough to kick off his pants and shoes before pulling the covers over us. “But it must be centuries ago because I don’t recall how it felt. Show me how it’s done.” He eagerly shifted closer.

“There are no rules, really.” I snuggled into his wide chest. “As long as we both feel nice, warm, and comfy. Are you comfy?” I smiled up at him.

He held my gaze for a long moment.

“Very comfy,” he finally replied, then gently tapped my cheek with his finger. “I adore your dimples. I’ve never found any attribute of a physical body as alluring as these before.”

“I never heard anyone speak the way you do,” I said.

“How do I speak?”

“I…I don’t know. Like one minute, you’re just a regular, insanely hot guy I met at the bar. Then another minute, I feel like I’m with some duke from a historical novel or an ancient entity dug out from an Egyptian pyramid or something.” I exhaled a nervous laugh, aware of how silly my words sounded.

He didn’t laugh, stroking the side of my face with the back of his fingers.

“Well, you’re not wrong about any of those,” he murmured before gently kissing my lips. “Does kissing still count as cuddling? Because I really like kissing you.”

“I’m not sure,” I breathed out, subdued by another warm wave of desire washing over me. “But I don’t mind if it does.”

He grinned before giving me another kiss. His fresh scent of jasmine enveloped me, flavoring his kisses too. His hands slipped around me. His arms flexed, bringing me closer. He slid his thigh between my legs, and I rubbed myself against it to alleviate the pressure building in my core.

Was it still just cuddling? I was no longer sure, but I didn’t want it to stop.

He cupped my breast, kissing down my neck. I rode his thigh, until he slipped a hand between my legs.

“I…” I panted, trying to warn him. “I don’t come when I’m with someone.”

Desire swirled, rising and ebbing in waves. It was an enjoyable feeling, but it wouldn’t lead to anything, no matter how hard he tried, and he might as well know it right away.

He didn’t stop, gently circling and flicking my clit with his finger.

“When do you come?”

“At home…by myself…with a vibrator…”

My ex didn’t allow my toys in bed with us, either feeling intimidated or threatened by them.

I pressed my thighs together, trapping Invi’s hand between them. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body.

“You’re enjoying my touch,” he noted.

“I am. Oh, it’s so good…” I moaned, as he rubbed a little more firmly. “But it never ends with me coming. So…just go ahead and fuck me. It’s okay.”

He might as well chase his pleasure since chasing mine was useless.

Yet he wouldn’t quit.

“Just a little longer? Please, let me enjoy you.” He kissed me again, his one hand playing with me between my legs, the other one toying with my nipple.

I arched my back into his caress. I liked sex. I enjoyed the touching, the kissing, the closeness that came from the intimacy with another person. I loved having it all with Invi right now. To me, an orgasm wasn’t necessary to enjoy this night. By trying to force what wasn’t going to happen, we only risked ruining this entire experience.

Yet Invi proved to be more persistent than any other man I’d ever been with. Or maybe he truly enjoyed touching me?

Pleasure teased more persistently. I moaned into his mouth as his kisses alternated between tender and passionate. I teetered on the edge, needing just a little something more to tip me over.

A soft vibration suddenly fluttered between my thighs.

“What… Did you…?” I couldn’t finish, as my desire surged.

The vibration coaxed the first tendril of an orgasm. It grew bigger and stronger, finally consuming me whole.

“Oh, God…” Breaking the kiss and gripping the sheets, I came harder than ever before. I came with someone else for the first time ever.

“There you are,” he murmured, spurring my pleasure by working me with his fingers. “My sweet, darling girl.”

Another kiss landed on my lips, and I finally opened my eyes, my inner muscles still clenching deliciously with the aftershocks of my unexpected climax.

Dammit, he was gorgeous. The best-looking man I’d ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. And his hand was still cupping me gently between my legs.

“It was beautiful.” He smiled.

“Do you have a vibrator on you?” I blurted out. “Like do you casually carry one with you, just in case?”

He blinked, his smile fading, his eyes shifting aside.

“No.”

I glanced at my open toiletries bag on the nightstand nearby. I’d left it there after taking a shower that morning. My tiny bullet vibrator lay on top of the pack of tampons inside the bag.

“Oh, I see.” I relaxed. “Very resourceful, aren’t you? Well…” I stretched through my entire body, feeling comfy and warm, and hid a yawn behind my hand. “I guess it’s your turn now.”

But he shook his head. “You’re tired.”

“Only a little.” I smiled. “Orgasms tend to do it to me.”

“Let’s rest then.” He pulled a cover higher over us.

“What do you mean by rest? ”

Men didn’t do that, did they? I might not have had that many men in my life, but none of those I’d had would just “rest” with a raging hard-on and a naked, willing woman in bed with them.

“Do you not need help with this?” I nudged his erection with my knee.

He moaned at the contact, his eyelids dropping in pleasure.

“I’d give everything to be inside you,” he groaned. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well…” I shrugged. With his giant member out of my sight when hidden under the covers, it no longer seemed that intimidating. “We could try to make it work. I mean, just wrench it in somehow?”

He chuckled, hugging me to him. “We’ll try wrenching it in the morning.”

“What will change in the morning?”

“Everything,” he said softly, sounding oddly dreamy, and I felt the need to clarify.

“Um… Invi? This is just for tonight, right? I’m leaving the city on Monday.”

He leaned back to look me into my eyes. “I don’t want it to end, Nic. I like you too much to give you up already.”

Warm hope rose in me unbidden. I didn’t want this to be the last time I saw him either. I already knew I’d regret it bitterly if I didn’t at least give the attraction between us the chance to grow into something bigger.

So much for all my one-night stand determination. I really sucked at that hit-it-and-quit-it thing, didn’t I?

“I want more,” he insisted.

Invi might look movie-star gorgeous, but his behavior wasn’t what I would expect from a handsome asshole.

He moved a strand of my hair away from my face and kissed my temple. The gesture was not just gentle and caring. It felt almost reverent the way he touched me. I’d known him for barely a few hours, but he made me feel like I never felt with anyone else. I felt…cherished.

No, I definitely didn’t want to give him up yet.

“We can have breakfast together,” he said quickly. “I know where to get some very good blueberry scones. Please tell me you want more with me, too, Nicole.”

I looked deep into his otherworldly emerald eyes.

“Well, what’s the worst that can happen, right?” I smiled. “Breakfast sounds wonderful. We can certainly try for more.”