Chapter 30
MAREK
She chokes on a laugh and falls against my chest. “I’d be mad if you didn’t.”
She leads me to her bedroom. This house is something else; it’s built into the side of a hill, so a spiral staircase leads down to a lower level.
Her bedroom is on one side of that level, also with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
She flicks a switch when we walk in, but it just turns on three recessed lights in a nook on the far wall.
I stop and turn to face her. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her smile is shy and sweet and also sexy. She sets her hands on my chest. “So are you.”
She’s wearing a tight little tank top and baggy sweatpants so it’s not hard to get her out of her clothes.
I slowly pull off the tank top. She’s bare beneath it, her pretty tits round and high and tipped with plump nipples.
“I fantasize about your nipples.” I lower my head to kiss her neck, so gently, then her shoulder, sliding a hand down and around her hip, pulling her closer, and then I bend my knees to kiss each breast. “I jerk off thinking about them.”
She lets out a soft groan.
“Do you think of me?” I murmur against her skin. “When you touch yourself?”
“Yes. All the time. It’s… a problem.”
I smile.
Her fingers are working open the buttons of my shirt and then she pushes it open and off my shoulders.
When her hands touch my bare chest, rubbing over my pecs, grazing my nipples, my dick goes fully hard.
I peel the shirt the rest of the way off.
Her hands slip down to the button and zipper of my jeans.
“Mmm.” She palms my package. “So hard.”
“Yeah. Jesus.” Heat pools deep in my groin.
My jeans slip down over my hips and she delves into my underwear and curls her fingers around me. Lust slices through me, hot and sharp, and her moan of enjoyment makes my cock swell even more in her hand. I’m leaking, throbbing, dying to fuck her hand.
I push her sweatpants down and then we both hurriedly get rid of the rest of our clothes until we’re fully naked and pressed together, skin to skin, chest to knees.
I glance at the windows, and she picks up my thoughts. “Do you want me to close the blinds?”
“Do we need to? The view is amazing.”
“Nobody can see in here.”
“Okay.” I smile down at her. “It’s sexy as hell.”
“Yeah.” She smiles back, her eyelids half-closed.
She winds her arms around my neck and I lean down to kiss her shoulder again, using my teeth so gently, licking my way up to her mouth to kiss her.
I angle my head to get deeper, opening on her mouth, my hands on her ass cheeks bringing her as close as I can. Perfect. Round, tight, smooth… yeah.
She makes needy little noises, her hands sliding into my hair, tugging on strands of it and sending sparks skittering down my spine.
I glance at her bed, a big creamy bed loaded with pillows centered on a pale rug, and with one arm, I scoop her up under her ass and carry her over to set her there carefully.
Then I look down her body, because how can I not, and my eyes snag on a small patch of dark ink on her left hip. I blink, squint, move closer… “What…” I glance up at her.
The tip of her tongue runs between her lips. “I got it done here.”
I trace over the hockey stick and the number fourteen… just like the one I drew on her with a Sharpie in Vegas. Then I laugh.
Her eyes widen.
I turn around to show her my back, where I have new ink on my right shoulder.
She gasps and sits bolt upright. “Oh my God.”
It’s the music note she drew on me that same night.
“I can’t believe we both did that!” She’s on her knees on the mattress, inspecting it. “I love it.” Her voice catches, and she presses her lips there.
I turn to face her, then lift her and gently push her down to her back.
I stretch out next to her and we turn onto our sides to face each other.
I cup the curve of her hip and she flattens a hand on my chest where my heart is thudding.
We lie like that for a long time, just looking at each other.
“I could look at your beautiful face forever.” I study the curve of her cheekbones, the smooth arch of her lips, the warm golden glints in her eyes.
She reaches for my face, strokes my bearded cheek with the backs of her fingers, brushes her fingertips across my mouth. Sensation slides down my spine and pools in my groin. My lips part and she slips her fingertips inside and strokes across my tongue.
More heat builds inside me and my cock is massively, painfully hard. I stroke over her hip and thigh, up to her waist, up under her armpit. She shivers.
I stare down at her, both of us transfixed, then I kiss her.
I cover her mouth with mine, pushing her to open for me, and lick inside.
I stroke her tongue with mine, drunk on her taste, then nip her bottom lip.
She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around me and one leg, too.
She moans and arches against me. “Marek…”
“I have condoms,” I say. “But they’re out in the rental car. I can go get them.”
“I have some. But… do we need them?”
“Do we?” I pause, meeting her eyes. “I was tested a while back and I haven’t been with anyone else since.”
“I haven’t either.” Her big shadowy eyes gaze back at me. “I want to feel you bare inside me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” I close my eyes briefly, my balls on fucking fire.
We roll together across the bed, mouths fused, bodies joined.
My skin burns and tingles. She rubs her pussy against me, and a groan rumbles from my throat.
I slide my hands into her hair and twist the strands around them, holding her head for long, drugging kisses.
She rolls her hips against me in an instinctive, erotic rhythm until I roll her to her back, shove a hand between us to find my cock, and push into her.
A long sigh of delight floats out of her mouth as I fill her.
I rise up between her legs and push her knees up and back.
I drop my gaze to where we join, my dark pubic hair meeting her soft, bare pussy, my slick cock sliding in and out.
A low groan rumbles from my mouth. I’m mesmerized. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you.”
With every down stroke, I fill her so deeply, and I drag out of her against the pull of her inner muscles on my hard length. The primal pleasure of being bare inside her makes my head spin. It’s dirty and forbidden, but also unbearably intimate and honest.
“Christ, that feels amazing. Sweet, Nikki. So sweet.”
I hold her beneath her knees, pushing them to her chest as I drive into her.
She’s beautiful, plump lips parted, cheeks flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink.
She meets my thrusts with her own, soft sounds falling from her lips, her shimmery eyes determinedly focused on me. “I missed you so much,” she whispers.
“I missed you, too.” I release one knee and thumb her swollen clit, and she jerks. “I love making you come. I love making you feel good, baby.”
She whimpers again as I rub her and fuck her and then her abs contract.
“I’m… I’m there… oh…” Her pussy ripples around me as she comes, her cries filling the room, and I hold off as long as I can, dragging out her orgasm until her head is tossing on the pillow and she grabs my wrist. My balls are tight, my dick throbbing, and then I let the mounting pleasure crash over me.
I pump hard into her, shuddering, pulsing jets of liquid heat into her tight body.
I groan, go still, press into her, and my eyes fall closed as wave after wave of hot rapture surges through me.
* * *
“You really wrote that song about me?”
It’s a long time later. I’ve shifted to the side, pulling Nikki with me, my softened cock still inside her, happy and comfy.
She doesn’t lift her head, her long dark hair spread all around her. “Almost every song on that album is about you.”
“What? Really?”
“Who do you think ‘Charmer’ is about?”
I blink.
“And ‘Still You.’ And ‘Hell, Yeah.’”
“You sound pretty ragey in that song.”
“I was. It’s about not getting what you want. Because I wanted to be with you, and I couldn’t. Or… I told myself I couldn’t.”
“Fuck.”
“I know. Sometimes that night didn’t seem real. It felt like a dream. I’d never been with someone where there was that… knowingness. That extreme, inexplicable attraction. That connection.”
“Yeah.” I know exactly what she means. I felt it, too.
“I thought, did I imagine it? Did I dream it?” She pauses to kiss my chest. “And I kept thinking about it so much and then suddenly all my other dreams were coming true. The pressure on me was massive. There were so many people I couldn’t let down.
I couldn’t let myself be distracted by a handsome, charming hockey player, the man I kept thinking about, trying to figure out how to be with, and couldn’t.
I wanted to see you again so much. I woke up every day aching to see you, to talk to you.
So many times I had to talk myself out of ditching everything that was expected of me and jump on a plane to Newark.
But that would have been irresponsible. Undisciplined. I had to stay with my plan.”
I swallow, my windpipe clamping down on emotion. “Oh, baby. If only I knew that’s how you felt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I was the same. I’ve been completely consumed by you since the day I met you in Vegas.
I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day I wanted to call you, and I made myself hold back so you wouldn’t think I was insane, and then it seemed like you lost interest and I…
still couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were the most important thing in my life, except you weren’t even in my life.
I was fucking miserable. Distracted. I tried to get over you by going out with other women. ”
She lifts up, shoving hair off her face, to frown at me. “Ouch.”
“It didn’t work. Don’t worry, I was still totally obsessed with you. On New Year’s Eve I made a resolution for this year—get over Nikki Sullivan.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Then I saw the news about the roof collapse at the concert and that flew out the window. I was still fucking obsessed by you. And I was losing my mind, not knowing if you were okay. I managed to control myself up to that point, but after that nothing was stopping me from finding you.”
Her eyes go glossy.
“I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.” I hold her gaze steadily. “Nothing.”
Her eyelids lower and a silvery tear slides down her cheek. “I’m so… I’m so afraid to be happy.”
My heart contracts. “Aw, Nik.” I move over her and kiss her mouth. “Please, be happy.”
“I am. I’m working on it. You make me happy.”
“Maybe I haven’t taken life seriously enough. But having fun is important. And I have more fun with you than any other person.”
Her smile is quivery. “Me too.”
“See?” I kiss her again. “We were made for each other. We both like hockey. We have matching tattoos. We have fun together.” One more kiss. “And my dick fits perfectly in your pussy.”
She sobs out a laugh and hugs me. “God, you make me laugh. And you’re right—life is short. We do have to make the most of it.”