Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Evie
Nick shoved me hard against the hotel door the moment it slammed behind us. Our lips met in an open kiss, and I groaned beneath him as he devoured me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me across the room to the bed.
Fuck. I was really doing this. With Nick. Never in a million years would I have dreamed this would happen to me, but it felt so damn good. I was pretty sure the two of us had broken speeding laws driving back to his hotel.
“God, you taste sweet. Like strawberries and vanilla,” he said between kisses. “Can I touch you, Evie?”
“Yes.” My head buzzed with lust, my skin sensitive to his touch. He grazed his mouth down the curve of my neck, and I swore his tongue was made of magic. I whimpered as he focused on this one spot that kept sending shivers up and down my spine involuntarily.
Nick kissed back up my neck. “Can I take your boots and dress off?”
I loved that he asked permission. I nodded, breathless as he went down on his knees.
I licked my swollen lips, my heart hammering as he worked my boots off.
Fuck. His hands felt really good. I grabbed his strong shoulders for balance as his fingers trailed down the back of my calves, rough callouses making my pussy throb. His grip was firm, but gentle.
I wondered what he did for work. I didn’t even think to ask. We ate so quickly and then hightailed it here. The whole night was turning into a whirlwind.
Part of me didn’t even care to know what he did. I just wanted him on top of me.
I parted my thighs slightly and his eyes darted up, a curse whooshing out under his breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled. “Let’s get this pretty dress off you.”
“You have to take your clothes off too,” I demanded.
Nick grinned and stood up, ripping his shirt off. My eyes went wide the moment I saw his chest and washboard abs. He clearly worked out a lot. A few tattoos crawled up his sides, his jeans sitting right on the V of his hips. He reached for his belt, but I stopped him.
“Too fast?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I want to do it.”
His eyes lit with surprise as I tugged him close to me, unbuckling the belt and then his jeans. He gathered my hair up, sweeping it back over my shoulders and knotting it in his fingers. He gave the gentlest tug, as if testing for my reaction.
A moan left me. I loved having my hair pulled. I wanted him to do it again and again.
“Nick,” I gasped.
“No?”
“Yes,” I said. “You can pull my hair. I love it.”
His mouth crashed against mine again, rougher this time. He angled my head, holding me there, my hair fisted in his rough hand. I slid my palms over his chest, then down his stomach, all the way to the bulge straining against his zipper.
The moment he released me from our kiss, I went to my knees. He stiffened, his eyes widening as I took the zipper between my teeth and pulled down.
“Fuck, Evie. You’re perfect,” he growled. “Where the hell did you learn that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I said, tugging his jeans down.
His cock came free as his clothes fell to the floor and my mouth went dry.
He had a piercing.
He had more than one piercing. Three silver bars that went through the underside of his cock like a ladder.
“It’ll feel good,” he whispered. “I promise.”
I licked my lips, but before I could take his cock in my mouth, he tightened his grip on my hair and stopped me.
“Evie, you still have that dress on. I need to see you naked before I combust. Now.”
There was a bit of a command in his tone, and it sent a silent thrill through me. So often, men found me intimidating, so I took the lead. But I didn’t really ever want that. I wanted to be with someone who could dominate me. It’d never happened, though.
Until now.
I tipped my face up, looking up at him. It was probably bad etiquette to say what I was about to, but I decided to anyway. I didn’t have anything to lose by being honest. “Men are usually scared of me.”
His brows pulled together. “Scared? Do you bite?”
“Sometimes.”
He chuckled and leaned down, gentling his kiss. He still left me breathless. “I’m not scared. What do you want, Evie? I’ll give it to you.”
“No one has ever dominated me,” I admitted. “I’m used to taking the lead. This is just going to be a one-night thing, so I’d like to experience something new for once.”
“I see.”
Nick released me, and my heart stuttered to a stop. Was he going to kick me out? God, that would be humiliating. The sting of rejection lit a fire in my chest as Nick sat down on the edge of the bed.
He patted his knee. “Come here.”
Oh. I started to stand, but he shook his head.
“No.”
We stared at each other, and I found myself sinking back on my heels. He waited patiently, and it felt like another test.
Was I going to crawl to my high school bad boy crush? After all these years?
He tilted his head with that lethal smile. “I’ll give you everything you want tonight, Evie. Come here.”
Fuck. Fuck it. I went down on all fours and crawled across the floor to him.
I stopped in front of him and he pulled me up, reaching to the side for the zipper of my dress.
He tugged it down and lifted the material, freeing me from it.
Nick’s eyes landed on my breasts and the hot pink lace bra I wore, his cock throbbing in his lap.
“God, you’re full of surprises,” he whispered. “Stand up.”
I got to my feet, my breasts right at eye level with him. He let out a long moan, taking all of me in. I was a big girl, and I loved every roll and curve of my body. I especially loved it when someone could appreciate me the way he was doing right now.
He ran his knuckles over my skin, shaking his head. “Words don’t do you justice. You’re stunning. Turn around.”
I sucked in a breath and did as he told me. His hands settled on my hips, two fingers looping in the band of my panties. He tugged them down until they fell to the floor, and I kicked them out of the way.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “You’ve reminded me of how much of an ass man I am.”
“Does this mean you’re not a tits guy?”
“No, I definitely am.” He cupped one of my ass cheeks, releasing another groan. I loved it when a guy wasn’t afraid to make sounds like that. “Spread your legs for me.”
“I think it’s been five minutes, you know,” I said. “You promised hidden talents in the bedroom.”
Nick released a dark chuckle. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“No? This doesn’t count?”
“No. This is called foreplay. Do the other men in Texas know that word?”
“Not as many as I wish.”
“Mm. Their loss.” His fingers skated up my inner thigh. “Can I touch you, Evie? Can I touch your pussy? Can I make you come?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “You can touch me anywhere. Can I touch you?”
“Anywhere you want.”
I spread my legs apart as he cupped his hand against the heat of my pussy. My nipples hardened in my bra and I whimpered, my eyes rolling back as his fingertips glided over my clit. I hadn’t realized just how entirely drenched I was until now.
Nick moved his hand away and grabbed my bra clasp, popping it open with ease. He stood up behind me, his cock nestling against my lower back as he pulled it away, the last of our clothing finally off. He gave my hair a playful tug, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
“Look there,” he whispered, gesturing in front of us. “Watch.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t realized there was a mirror facing the bed.
We stood in front of it together and I watched as he kissed my shoulder, reaching around to cup my heavy breasts.
He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were taut and aching, his cock still hard against me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “I didn’t expect my evening to go like this.”
“Me neither.”
Nick’s mouth was full of heaven and sin as he sucked the side of my neck, kissing me as he kept playing with my breasts. I was soaked and needy, my thighs pressing together as my pussy throbbed.
“When do I start the clock, Mr. Hidden Talents?” I teased.
He grunted and looked back at the clock on the small side table. “It’s 8:15.” I groaned as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged. “Start the clock, darling.”
I didn’t get a single coherent word out as he pushed me back onto the bed.
I sprawled out in the center as he parted my knees, his tongue tracing up my inner thigh higher and higher, and I felt the heat of his breath against my clit.
I rocked my hips, but he clamped his forearm over my lower stomach, buckling me in place.
His lips hovered over my clit. “Can I kiss you here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
A super enthusiastic yes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with someone so eager to kiss all of me. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue slid over my clit, a deep moan rumbling in his throat.
“As sweet as a damn pie,” he murmured, before making me see stars.
Pleasure tore through me and I cried out, tightening my grip on him.
His other hand coaxed between my thighs, two fingers tracing my entrance, using my wetness to coat them.
His tongue flicked over my clit, the quick repeated motions lighting a fire of lust in me.
He was a multitasker of the highest caliber, because his tongue worked my clit fast while his fingers toyed with my entrance patiently.
“More,” I whimpered. “Please, Nick. You can put them inside me.”
Without missing a beat, he eased two fingers into me. I clenched around him, writhing as he kept me in place, his mouth never leaving my clit. What is he doing to me? I’d never been eaten out like this. Every single thing he did to me felt really fucking good—
“Oh god,” I panted.
His fingertips rubbed up right against this spot inside me that made my head spin. He paused in licking me, his breaths hot. “There it is,” he murmured. “How much longer, baby?”
“What?” I rasped.
“The clock. Tell me.”
Jesus fucking christ, fuck the clock. I didn’t want him to stop, but I craned my neck. “Two minutes left.”
“Mm-hmm.”
He grabbed my thighs and pushed them back, folding me in half. His fingers worked me harder, faster. My voice rang through the room as his lips fastened over my clit, his eyes meeting mine through the valley of my breasts.
I could feel him fucking smirking against my pussy.
I moaned as he kept going, fingering that spot with expertise while his tongue pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
I wasn’t going to fight it. It wasn’t like I could, anyway.
The pleasure coursing through my veins was hot and heavy, wave after wave crashing into me.
So close. I was so fucking close.
Nick sucked on my clit in the same moment his fingers stroked that spot, and I cried out. Every muscle tensed, my nipples hard and body stiff as my orgasm took me. I trembled beneath him, my walls tightening around his fingers, milking him as I came.
I collapsed into the blankets, a complete mess.
Nick licked his lips, pressing kisses against my soft thighs as he climbed further up the bed.
“Missionary?” I asked playfully.
Nick snorted as he kissed my stomach and breasts, making his way up to my mouth. “You’re kind of a brat, you know that? If we had more time, I think I’d spend hours taming that smartass mouth.”
“Mm, you could try. I’m untamable.”
He kissed me hard and I tasted myself on him. I smoothed my hands up his hard chest and squealed as he rolled me with ease, seating me on top of him. My hair slipped forward, creating a curtain around my face that he then swept back.
A small wave of panic hit me. I was sitting on top of him, my full weight on him, and he didn’t seem to mind. In fact—
“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he grunted. He leaned up part way, his hand settling behind my neck as he pulled me down into another kiss. “Can you stay tonight?”
My eyes widened slightly. “The whole night?”
He nodded, exhaling quickly. “Yeah. I don’t want to rush.”
“You mean you don’t want to kick me out after you fuck me?”
His touch gentled, his eyes softening. “No. I don’t. Will you stay? It’s been a long time since I’ve held someone through the night.”
I went still, studying him closely. He was being honest, though. There was this flash of vulnerability on his face that didn’t line up with who I thought Nick was. This was the guy who’d been a known bad boy growing up. Austin hated him vehemently.
“I’ll stay,” I whispered. “I have to leave early, though. I run a bakery so I need to be home at four or five in the morning. Are you sure you want me to?”
“Yes, absolutely sure. Is there anyone you need to text?”
“Do you want me to do that before or after?” I snorted.
“Before.” He relaxed beneath me. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither is my hard-on. Text your people and then come ride me.”
I stole one more heavy kiss before sliding off him. “Yes, Sir.”