Chapter 3
3
HANNAH
W ell. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Two hours ago, I was sipping a questionable cocktail with my friends, rolling my eyes at their relentless attempts to get me to “live a little.” Now, I was stumbling through Nikko’s front door with his body pushed against mine. I knew what was going to happen. I wasn’t drunk enough to blame this on the alcohol.
The intoxication I felt was from him, not the few drinks I had already sweat out while we danced. He had slipped past all my inhibitions with that smile, those eyes, and the way his body moved. I was choosing to get naked with a man I didn’t know, and instead of fear, all I felt was excitement.
The rational side of me had long ago given up on trying to talk any sense into me. My friends were all bad influences, I decided. They encouraged me to do this.
If I ended up on a true-crime documentary on Netflix, it was their fault.
The door shut behind me with a definitive click, snapping me back to the present. I barely had time to register the scent of leather and musk before Nikko’s hands were on me. He pinned me gently but firmly against the wall, his body radiating heat. His lips hovered just above mine and his dark eyes burned with a mixture of mischief and raw hunger, making my knees feel alarmingly unreliable.
“You just made the best decision of your life,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel dipped in honey.
“Did I?” I managed to squeak out, though the fire in my cheeks probably gave away how much I agreed with him.
He smirked, and if my pulse hadn’t already been racing, that cocky little curve of his lips would have done the trick. “Oh, you’ll see.”
Before I could overthink the situation—or say something embarrassingly self-deprecating—his mouth found mine. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a full-on, take-no-prisoners assault. His lips moved with a confidence that left no room for doubt. I melted into him like butter on a hot skillet. His tall, hard body was holding me against the wall.
My hands moved up to his dark hair. It had been slicked back when I first met him but his hair product had given up. Shoulder-length black hair fell around my hands. The guy took bad boy to the next level. His eyes were like staring into ice. His lips were ridiculously full for a man. Any woman would pay a shit ton of money for those lips. And the eyelashes that framed those beautiful blue eyes were thick and long. No man should look this good.
His hands grabbed my hips, gripping me like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. I slid my hands down his back and felt the muscles ripple under my touch. His tongue was halfway down my throat and his hard length pressed against my belly right through his black jeans. My fingers found their way to his thick, dark hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low growl from him that sent shivers racing down my spine. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, singing with a need I’d never felt before.
“You good?” he asked, pulling back just enough to search my face. His gaze was intense but soft around the edges. It was the first moment I realized there might be more to him than the bad-boy vibe he wore like a second skin .
“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my chest. “More than good.”
He flashed that devil-may-care grin that had me throwing caution to the wind in the first place. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”
His mouth moved to my neck. I didn’t know how, but it was like he knew exactly where to kiss me. And then he bit me. He was not gentle as his teeth scraped over my flesh. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.
His lips found mine again. I lost myself in the way he kissed—like he was trying to devour me whole. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue and found myself craving more of it. My hands tried to touch him everywhere at once.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured against my neck, his breath warm and teasing against my skin. “And you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone like you to walk into my life.”
I wanted to reply with something sarcastic, to keep up the pretense that I wasn’t completely undone by him. But all that came out was a soft moan as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and the sound sent another wave of heat coursing through me.
“Nikko,” I whispered, not entirely sure what I was asking for but knowing I needed more.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, his voice a soothing rumble.
For some reason, I believed him.
“I think it’s time we get you out of this dress,” he said with his hands already moving up my back to find the zipper.
My heart was racing as his fingers danced over my skin, pulling down the zipper. The cold air brushed over my bare skin and I shivered.
Thank God I wore my sexy panties.
Nikko pulled away slightly but only so he could slide my dress off my shoulders. It pooled around my high heels, forgotten. His blue eyes locked onto mine as he helped me step out of it. I knew the second I took off my heels I was going to be staring at his chest. He was so freaking tall !
He took his time savoring every inch of me on display before moving closer again. His warm breath caressed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He stepped back and looked at me. Like really looked at me.
I was suddenly acutely aware of how exposed I was. His gaze swept over me with an appreciation that made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I never imagined someone like me getting a look like that from a man like him.
“Damn,” he muttered, his voice thick with reverence. “You’re a work of art.”
I laughed, a breathless, slightly nervous sound. “I’m guessing you say that to all the women you pick up at the bar.”
He grinned, his hands brushing over my sides in a way that made me shiver. “I know art when I see it.”
Before I could protest—or fall even harder for that dangerous charm of his—he kissed me again, effectively silencing any coherent thought. His lips trailed down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still, leaving fire in their wake. Every touch, every kiss, was deliberate, like he was taking his time.
“You okay?” he asked again, his eyes searching mine as his hands came to rest on my hips.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice steadier this time. “More than okay.”
“Good,” he said, his grin returning. “Because I plan on making this a night you’ll never forget.”
For the first time in forever, I let go of all my worries and just felt . Nikko was fully in control, and I was totally at his mercy—and I loved every second of it.
I loved that I wasn’t the boss. I could just give in to the pleasure. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so alive. He kissed my cheek and down my jaw before pulling back and looking at me once again.
“You’re something else, Hannah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Something good.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Finally, I managed a small, wry smile. “Do you think we could, uh, maybe get you a little less clothed? I’m feeling a little exposed here. ”
He chuckled. “Of course,” he said.
I watched as Nikko pulled his shirt off. Defined muscles—just as I suspected. And a lot of ink. Wow .
As Nikko reached for the button of his jeans, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The anticipation was killing me.
He undid his button, revealing more of his tattoos with each passing moment. My eyes were glued to him, taking in every detail of his toned body. When he reached for the zipper, I held my breath. Finally, with a soft hiss, he pulled it down and slid the denim over his hips.
I took in every inch of him—hard abs with various tattoos covering his torso, long legs encased in black boxer briefs that hugged him snugly, and most importantly, what was throbbing under those boxers. I immediately reached out and grabbed the thick bulge behind the fabric. I was the one ravenous now.
Nikko groaned, his eyes sliding shut for a second before he regained control. “Hannah,” he said, breathless.
His body pushed against me once again and his mouth covered mine, practically swallowing me whole. My hands slid down his back, relishing in the hot skin under my palms. “Come here,” he growled.
He pulled away and dragged me down a short hallway. I caught a glimpse of another tattoo on his back but couldn’t make it out in the darkness. He kicked open a door. I saw the bed and there was a flash of excitement. This was happening!
He pushed me onto the bed, his body covering mine instantly. His mouth kissed down my jaw and neck and then lower still. He slid his hand under my back and managed to unhook my bra with one quick flick. He pulled it away and groaned. Then his mouth was on my breast, hot and wet. I gasped, my back automatically arching.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Condom,” he managed to say between kisses.
He rolled away from me and shucked his boxers. The room was dark with only the light from the living room filtering in. His silhouette was impressive. He pulled open the side table drawer, yanked out a condom, and tore it open with his teeth. When he saw me looking at him, he grinned. “See something you like?”
I gulped and nodded. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea. He was a really big man in every sense of the word. I had never been with anyone his… size . I watched him roll the condom down every inch of him.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to like it,” he promised as he climbed back on the bed.
He stretched out beside me, his hand sliding down between my legs. He twisted his fingers in the thin fabric of my panties and ripped. My sharp gasp and shock made him laugh. “They were in my way,” he said.
I would have mentioned I could have taken them off, but any protest was cut off when his fingers traced over the most intimate part of me. A moan escaped my lips. He was right. It did feel good. Really good. My hips rocked into his touch, trying to get more contact, more friction.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against my ear as he continued. “I want to make you fly.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. “Yes,” I gasped out.
He pushed two fingers inside me. His movements were slow at first, but as I adjusted, he sped them up.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
The promise in those words had my juices flowing even more. I’d never been this wet for anyone else before. His other hand was caressing my breast, flicking and teasing my nipples until I was panting his name.
He must have sensed my need because he withdrew his fingers. “Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.”
He moved his body over mine and stared down at me. I slid my hand up his arm, tracing over the muscles as they flexed.
Nikko positioned himself at my entrance, then pushed in ever so slightly before pulling back out again. I moaned at the contact .
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. Slowly, he entered me again, this time a little more forcefully, bottoming out inside of me.
I groaned and arched my back, overwhelmed by the sensations filling me. It had been too long since I’d felt anything like it, and the last sex I’d had was a pale imitation of what was happening with Nikko.
His eyes held mine, his gaze dark and animalistic. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he growled.
Without any warning, he pulled most of the way out and then slammed back in again, harder this time. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. Ecstasy hit me like a freight train.
He angled his hips in such a way that he hit a spot deep inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. “There,” he said with a groan. “Right there, Hannah.”
“Holy shit,” I moaned aloud as he found that spot again and again. His hips slammed into mine relentlessly, driving me higher and higher.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice nothing more than a growl.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before my body erupted into light and heat. My muscles were taut and coiled, just waiting for the right touch to send me off the edge.
As if sensing my thoughts, he reached down and caressed my clit with his thumb. Then he growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Come with me, Hannah.”
The world exploded into a million brilliant colors as I found myself hurtling over the edge. My entire body shook from head to toe. I heard his roars and grunts as he joined me, falling into sweet bliss. A second later, his heavy body collapsed onto mine.
I couldn’t believe I just had sex with a total stranger.
I didn’t even know his last name.