Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
When we step outside into the crisp night air, I place a hand gently on her lower back, guiding her to the car. She leans into the touch like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And I realize our physical intimacy already feels natural.
The drive home is quiet, both of us full from dinner.
Being in her presence is intoxicating, though. I’m not ready to give it up. Not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
I park in front of the house, the engine humming for a moment before I kill it. The porch light flicks on automatically, but neither of us makes a move to get out.
Nicole sits quietly beside me, hands folded in her lap, head tipped toward the passenger window as she gazes across the garden. To the spot where we almost kissed before Sasha interrupted us.
“You’ve been quiet,” she murmurs, turning to face me.
“So have you.”
“I think I’m just trying not to ruin the moment.”
I shift in my seat, angling toward her. “This is a moment?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious I might be the one to ruin it.
She nods once. “It definitely feels like one,” she whispers, the air between us suddenly reverent.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I tell her, unsure what else to say.
Her gaze dips to my mouth and lingers. I lick my lips in anticipation, and that’s all the invitation she needs. She leans across the console, her hands gripping the lapels of my jacket, and presses her lips to mine.
It’s not soft or tentative; it’s fueled by the same fire that’s burned between us since that very first text. She’s addictive, and I’m insatiable.
I groan into her mouth and pull her onto my lap in one fluid motion. Her legs straddle me, her knees on either side of my thighs, and I feel every curve of her body as she settles against me.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, and I capture her lower lip between my teeth before deepening the kiss. It’s hot and wet and urgent. She grinds against me now, her body doing all the begging her mouth hasn’t dared voice.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her jaw, trailing kisses down to her neck. “If you aren’t careful, I won’t want to stop.”
“Who says we have to?” She grins wickedly.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
21
NICOLE
Istraddle Sergei, planting my knees in the leather seat on either side of his hips, not caring how cramped the space is. The jaws of life wouldn’t be able to pry me away from him right now. Our need for each other always simmers just beneath the surface, and tonight I don’t have the energy to fight it.
His hands slide down my sides with a slow and possessive feel. When he finally locks his grip on my ass and grinds my body against his hard length, I moan into his mouth and roll my hips over his, electricity pulsing through every nerve. And it’s still not enough.
“You’re torturing me,” he growls, his lips dragging down my neck. “You can’t imagine how much I want you.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I manage, breathless.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and wild, and reaches for the hem of my dress.
“Have you ever fucked in a car before?” he asks, a wicked edge in his tone.
My body tightens at his words, heat surging low in my belly. I bite my lip and shake my head slowly.
“This would be my first time,” I admit, more aroused than embarrassed.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Fuck, that turns me on,” he growls.
He kisses me again, and this time it’s feral, just teeth, tongue, and unimaginable heat. I can’t think about anything but the way he feels against me, how much I want him to fuck me senseless right now.
His hands slide under the fabric of my dress, dragging it up until it pools around my hips. I tug at his shirt, desperate to touch skin, and when he helps me yank it off, I run my hands down his chest, feeling every solid line, every muscle. His body is perfect with those strong, taut muscles that are mine to explore and squeeze.
He pushes my panties aside with one hand, and his fingers slide between my folds.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re soaked.”
“You always make me like this,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling his earlobe.
When I pull away, his mouth crashes against mine as two fingers sink inside me, slow and deep. I gasp against his lips, arching into his touch. He swallows the sound, but I’d bet people a county away can hear me. I grind against his palm, greedy for more, and he groans low in his throat.
“Look at you,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “So desperate for me. You’re so fucking perfect.”
My whole body is shaking. I cling to his shoulders as he thrusts his fingers in and out, curling just right, and I can feel myself hurtling toward release.