Chapter 24
Noelle
I should have known. Everything this man does is done with accuracy and precision, so sex is just one more thing he’s good at.
We lie together, his large thigh wedged between mine, and he absentmindedly circles my nipple, his fingers grazing my breast. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m ready to ride this guy again. I lean up on my elbow and say, "You're insatiable,” as I roll him over and straddle him.
He gives me that devilish grin and gets comfortable on his back, throwing one arm behind his head and grabbing my waist with his other. “Me? You’re the one climbing me like a goalpost right now.”
I brace my hands on his chest, rocking my hips over him, letting the rhythm build between us slowly.
I won’t admit I’m trying to savor every intimate feeling before it’s lost to the animalistic need, or worse, to the daylight.
As if reading my mind, his fingers curl around my hip tighter, like he’s trying to hold me here forever.
“You’re different when no one’s watching,” I murmur, leaning forward, letting my lips brush his jawline.
“Yeah? You like this version of me?”
“I don’t know,” I tease, rubbing my hands over his chest, down to his tight abs, and back again, all while working my hips in a slow circular motion. “He feels kind of dangerous.”
He grabs my waist with both hands and flips me to my back, as he settles over me. I let out a surprised laugh, and he hovers above me, his gaze burning. “He is.”
Our mouths crash together again, deeper and with more passion. But this isn’t lust, not specifically. This is weeks of lingering looks, baited comments, and fear of both the unknown and the known.
He breaks the kiss long enough to snatch another condom from the bedside table, rolling it on with efficiency. With a shaky breath, I say, “This changes things.”
Nik nods slowly, pressing his forehead to mine. “Yeah.”
“Are we going to talk about it?”
“Not right now.” His lips find the hollow of my throat, then find the inside of my wrist as he pulls my arm to him.
His teeth mark my breasts, then soothe the sting with his tongue as he works his way over my body, nibbling my ribs, massaging my thighs, sliding his tongue through my pussy once more.
It’s an act of worship, and it’s fucking addictive.
I exhale a light, unguarded laugh, the feeling so overwhelming I don’t know what to do with myself. “God, you’re such a saint when you want to be.”
He looks up at me with fire in his eyes. “Good thing I know how to fuck like a sinner.”
He kisses me again, and something shifts as he slides inside.
The frantic edge gives way to something deeper, something more patient and intimate, like he’s memorizing my every reaction, my every breath, every part of me he never thought he’d get to touch.
And for just a moment, in that quiet hotel room, the world outside fades away.
There are no headlines, no games to win, no bets to chase.
It’s just him and me. We were always going to crash into each other, and now, neither of us wants to let it go. But where do we go from here, and can we make it outside of this room?