Chapter 16
CARA
Nick took my hand as we left the restaurant and entered the inn next door through the side door.
When we reached the elevator and the doors slid open, he pressed his warm hand against the small of my back to guide me into it.
The doors slid closed and I turned to face him.
He stroked my shoulder with one hand and ran his opposite thumb over my bottom lip.
I darted my tongue out to tease him. He moved his fingers to my cheek and I leaned into him, anticipating his kiss.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
Before I could protest, the doors slid open on our floor. Once again, he touched the small of my back to guide me. He stroked his fingers up and down my spine, igniting sparks along the way.
“Almost there,” he whispered, leading me to my door.
He stroked my hair as I fumbled for my key card. I swiped it, but the reader flashed red. I groaned and leaned back against him, feeling his erection press into my back where his hand had just been. I rubbed against him.
“Naughty girl,” he mumbled, and grabbed my hips to hold me still.
“Please,” I groaned.
“Soon, baby.” He took the card from my hand and unlocked my door.
With a yelp of joy, I pushed through the door and pulled him along behind me. I reached past him to close the door, then backed him up into it. “Now?”
He wrapped one hand in my hair and the other around my waist, pulling me against him and pressing his erection into my belly. “Right now.”
Our first kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hot and hard and I parted my lips so his tongue could pillage my mouth.
I’d wanted this—needed this—for so long, if he stopped now, I would lose my mind.
Blissfully, he read my every need. Unbuttoned my blouse and undid my bra, and pushed them both off my shoulders.
He dragged his mouth away from mine, then kissed and nipped at my neck.
I wrapped my hands into his hair and purred at the sensation of his gentle bite.
“Harder,” I begged.
He sank his teeth into the sensitive juncture at the base of my throat and sucked the delicate skin. Electricity shot through my body and into my clit. When I arched my back, he read my wordless signal and slid his right hand down to cup me over my jeans.
“I want to know how wet you are.” He slid his hand up to the waistband of my jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped them while his lips traced a path down over my collar bone.
He sucked one breast into his mouth and slid his hand into my panties.
He ran his tongue over my nipple and at the same time he brushed his finger over my clit.
Pleasure radiated from every spot where he touched me, but it wasn’t enough.
I arched, pressing my mound into his hand. “More,” I ground out.
He moved his thumb over my clit and slid his finger down into my folds, tracing the edge of me. “So, so wet,” he said against my breast.
He shifted both his hands and slid my jeans and panties down my legs, into a puddle on the floor. “Step out of them,” he commanded.
I kicked off my shoes, then did as he’d ordered. He turned us so I was pressed against the door and knelt in front of me, then glanced up and licked his lips. “Spread your legs so I can taste you.”
My heart hammered and my core clenched. I parted my thighs.
“Farther,” he demanded.
I complied.
“More.” He punctuated the command by stroking his tongue over my clit.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I spread as far as I could, desperate for anything and everything he could give me.
He licked and sucked and devoured me. When I thought it was all too much, that I couldn’t take any more of the hot, throbbing pressure building inside me, he slid two fingers into me.
I screamed in ecstasy. Wrapping one hand in his hair and using the other to grip his shoulder, I pushed myself against his face.
He moaned and gripped one hand tightly on my ass, adjusting the angle so his tongue could delve deep inside me along with his fingers.
I arched again, harder this time. The pressure was too much and not enough, and growing and burning, and then exploding.
It sent ripples of ecstasy through my body, into every cell.
I came so hard and so long, my legs turned to rubber and I would have collapsed if Nick hadn’t held me in place.
He didn’t stop plying me with his tongue and fingers until my orgasm subsided and I came down from the high.
“Hmm,” he groaned as he kissed my thighs, then moved back up my body. “You taste and feel and sound so amazing. And watching you come so long and hard, I almost came in my pants.”
The way he was talking to me surprised and excited me. I slid my hand down over shirt and jeans, gripping his rock-hard bulge through the fabric of his jeans.
He groaned and pressed his forehead against mine. “Hold that thought. I have to run back to my room to get protection.”
I leaned back and grinned up at him. “You packed protection? Were you thinking about seducing me when you did that?”
“Shit, I probably was, but being prepared is also standard protocol.”
“Not for me.” I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body.
The man had hard pecs and serious abs, and his broad, muscled shoulders made my legs weak all over again.
I ran my hands over his torso, desperate to feel every inch of his body.
“But for this trip, Summer helped me pack, so you only have to go as far as my nightstand.”
“Hot damn, I owe her one.”
“Me too. I don’t want to wait one minute longer to have you inside me.”
He gripped my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Suddenly self-conscious, I stared down at wet spot I’d left on his jeans. “I’m making you wet.”
He grinned as he carried me to the bed. “That’s my line.” He pulled back the sheets and laid me down in them.
As he opened the nightstand and retrieved the condom box, I pushed up on to my knees. I ran my hands over the hair on his chest and traced my way down to the line of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared into the top of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper.
He lay his hand on top of mine to still it. “Go slow, baby. I want to savor every second of you undressing me and stroking me and taking me into your mouth for the first time.”
The way he said it made it sound like a cross between an order and a wish list. Either way, I was ready and willing to serve him.
I undid his pants slowly with one hand, while tracing the path of skin that was being revealed, inch by delicious inch, with the other.
I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips and waited until he’d pulled them off the rest of the way, then resumed my exploration of him.
He stood beside the bed, with his erection jutting toward me.
I braced my hands on his hips and leaned toward him, kissing his mouth deeply and slowly.
I moved lower, exploring his chest and belly with my fingers, then my tongue.
I slowed to what was an agonizing pace to me. He rested one hand on my shoulder and ran the other one through my hair, but he didn’t ask me to go any faster. He watched, and waited, and moaned and sighed with pleasure each time I touched and kissed a new part of his body.
Finally, as I traced my fingers down his treasure trail, his control broke and he turned slightly toward my hand.
Without touching him, I looked up into his dark, hooded eyes. “Slow, baby. Savor it.” I licked my lips, the way he had done to his when he’d knelt between my legs.
He sucked in his breath and held my gaze, but he didn’t move again.
I rewarded him with one quick tongue stroke over his tip.
He groaned out loud and took deep breaths.
I ran one finger up the side of his shaft and down the other side.
He made a strangled noise. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking the velvety-smooth skin stretched tight over his erection.
I stroked him once, then twice, then sucked his tip into my mouth while swirling my tongue over it.
He cried out and pulled away from me. “I can’t do it. I thought I could hold out, let you tease me for a while, but the things you’re doing to me...I can’t go much longer.” He unwrapped the condom.
“You don’t have to hold out,” I said, stroking his shaft. “We have all night to go again.”
“And we will, I promise.” He rolled on the condom. “But earlier you said you couldn’t wait to have me inside you, and now that’s all I can think about.”
Hearing his words, it was now all I could think about, too. I lay on my back and opened my legs, teasing him in a new way, enjoying him staring down at me, wanting him so badly, it physically hurt.
When he didn’t touch me, I asked, “Nick, what is it with you and making me beg?”
A slow grin spread across his face. “I can’t help it, baby, your begging turns me on.
” He lay down beside me and kissed me, running his hands down my body.
“Then again, everything about you turns me on.” He shifted his weight to balance himself above me and moved his hips to press his tip inside me.
I lifted my hips off the bed and took in another inch of him, begging him again, this time without words.
He didn’t make me do it a third time. He pushed all the way into me and we moaned in unison.
I started moving, trying to set a frenetic pace.
I needed it. Needed him. Needed the friction and fullness of him inside me to make that sweet, painful pressure build again.
“Baby, you’re going to make me go so fast,” he said, gripping my hips to slow my pace.
He set a new rhythm. He didn’t go as fast but he plunged so much deeper into me.
He cupped my breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers.
It felt like there was a direct line between it and my clit, and the first wave of ecstasy washed over me.
My pressure built more slowly this time, but it was even more intense.
I lifted my hips off the bed to take his every thrust as deep and hard as I could.
My orgasm surged through my body, melting me into a puddle of want and need and pleasure.
Nick knew what I needed and gave it to me, going faster now as I chased an even higher high.
The spasm of his release sent me over the edge and we rode the wave together, wringing out every drop of sheer rapture from each other’s bodies. He collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms. We clung to each other as we slowly came back to earth.
When my heart rate and breathing slowed down enough to speak, I whispered, “That was so intense. I’ve never had sex like that before.”
He hugged me tighter. “I’m pretty sure that’s because no one has ever had sex like that before.”
“Maybe it was a fluke,” I said. “We’ll have to do it again to be sure. I’m happy to be on top, in case I’ve worn you out.”
He laughed in that deep, genuine way I’d found so attractive since the night we’d met. Knowing now what I did about the pain in his life, I appreciated it even more.
“Why is that so funny?” I asked.
“Long story,” he said. “Maybe I’ll tell it to you someday. In the meantime, I’ll take care of this condom, then I’ll prop up my old man bones on a pillow and you can ride my dick as long and as hard as it takes to figure out if that was just a one-off.”
The wild chemistry we’d had our first time together was not a one-off.
If it was a fluke, it was one that repeated itself over and over again.
After multiple spectacular orgasms, I was the one who was worn out and didn’t make it past one a.m. Blissfully happy and supremely satisfied, I fell into the best sleep of my life.
I woke up at the crack of dawn. Water was running in the bathroom. A minute later, Nick emerged wearing a white robe and—I hoped—nothing underneath it. Still naked, I scooted past him into the bathroom. When I emerged five minutes later, he was still in the robe and was sitting up in bed.
“I’m famished,” I announced.
He grinned. “ So, I’ve found the way to make you a breakfast eater.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t need your smugness. I need to eat.”
“No fair, hiding the view,” he said. “And breakfast isn’t served for another half hour.”
I uncrossed my arms and leaned against the wall, pulling my hair up in my hands. “Better?”
“Fucking hot. But it’s making it hard to think about what we could do with the next half hour.”
“Interesting choice of words.” I arched an eyebrow and pushed away from the wall. “Sounds to me like you’ve already come up with something.”
“Maybe.” He unbelted the robe and opened, revealing his thick, beautiful erection. “Interested?”
“Maybe.” I climbed onto the bed and up his body, making sure to brush my breasts over his thighs, his erection , belly. “Definitely.”
“God, you feel good.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deep and slow. “Are you happy, Care?” he whispered in my ear.
“Blissfully.” I angled my head to give his mouth access to my throat and squirmed with delight when he took me up on it.
He rolled one nipple between his fingers, and slid his other hand between my thighs, stroking, teasing, but not entering me. “Tell me what you want,” he told me.
“I want your dick inside me, but right now, your fingers would feel pretty good, too.”
He grinned. “Happy to hear it. But I meant tell me what you want in life.”
“Right now?”
He brushed his thumb against my clit and pressed the tip of one finger between my folds. I sucked in a breath. “Right now,” he said, his talented fingers promising a reward if I complied.
“Hmm. I want...Oh, right there, baby.” It took a few seconds to remember what I’d been thinking about, other than his touch. “Um, I want...what I already have. Good people in my life who love me, enough money to pay my bills. People connecting with my art.”
He dipped his head and sucked my nipple, stroking it with his tongue.
“Best reward ever,” I whispered. “Oh, and I also want a kitten.”
He glanced up at me and my nipple popped out of his mouth. “A kitten?”
“Yes. My roommate’s cat is great with kittens, and I want a cat of my own.”
While he slid his fingers deep into me, I ran my hand down over his chest and belly, going lower until I gripped his shaft.
He groaned and pulsed in my hand as I stroked him. “Then when we get home to California, you should have a kitten.” Breathing hard, he rolled me onto my back.
“I agree.” I wiggled my hips, inviting him to make good on his promises.
“And right now,” he surged inside me, filling me as I lifted my hips off the bed, “right now, you should have me.”