Darkness falls over the house, the light from the street filtering in through the crack in the curtains and creating shadows on the walls as I quietly make my way downstairs. Nina had gone to bed long ago, and all my restless tossing and turning, my lust-drunk mind preoccupied with the girl in the room next to me, is doing fuck all to help me sleep.
The fifth step creaks under my bare feet, and I go still for a moment, partly so I don’t wake Nina and partly because there’s a tug at the base of my neck, a headache brewing. I stand for a moment, until the ache subsides, and glance over my shoulder, listening for sound. It’s a pretty rare occasion when I have to worry about waking someone. Other than my sister and Cason, and the party I threw with friends when I first moved in, no one enters my safe zone.
I listen for a few seconds longer and scratch my bare chest. When I’m sure I hadn’t woken my guest, aka my newly hired cook—one I want to taste in the worst fucking way—I take the rest of the steps and pad quietly across the wood floor to the kitchen. I slide my finger over the dimmer light, keeping the room shadowy so the bright light doesn’t bring back that headache.
I grab the milk from the fridge and my box of Captain Crispies. After pouring a generous amount into the bowl, I dip a spoon in and take a big bite. Fucking delicious. I’d forgotten how much I like this crap.
Instead of sitting, I stand at the big patio door and look out over the pool, lost in thoughts, until footsteps sound behind me. I turn, startled to see a figure in the archway.
Except my alarm turns to lust when Nina comes into the kitchen dressed in the big T-shirt I’d given her for bed. Jesus, talk about hot. Sexy as fuck.
An ache of need twists inside me as my gaze drops, takes in the length of her. The light is dim, but I can still make out her barely there curves that drive me fucking wild, those sleek legs I’d give my nut sac to feel wrapped around me. Fuck, is she wearing any panties under that shirt? Is her sex brushing up against the fabric, no barriers? Is her scent weaving its way through the cotton? Damned if I don’t want to find out.
“Oh,” she says, startled. “I didn’t know you were up.”
Oh, yeah, I’m up, in so many fucking ways.
She stares at me though sleepy eyes, then points toward the sink, and it’s all I can do not to cross the room and kiss her again. “I was thirsty. I was going to get a glass of water. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. You’re welcome to anything, Nina. You don’t have to ask permission. While you’re staying here, what’s mine is yours.” Including my bed and body, but I think it’s best to leave that unsaid.
“Thanks.” She strolls to the cupboard, and I watch her hips sway beneath the too-long T-shirt. My cock stands at attention as she reaches into the cupboard for a glass, and I set my bowl of cereal on the counter, my hunger shifting.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I was just restless.” She shrugs. “Strange place, different bed, you know.”
No one has ever slept in the room I put her in—the one directly beside mine. It’s one of the smaller rooms, but I wanted to give her the best view of the pool and, well, maybe I wanted her close. Which is all kinds of fucked up. I want her in my bed, yes—and that’s all kinds of fucked up, too—but I shouldn’t want her close. Sex and intimacy are two very different things, and I don’t do the second.
“Too cramped? Bed uncomfortable?”
“The opposite, actually. The room is bigger than my condo, and it’s the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.”
“My—”
She holds her hand up to stop me. “Let me guess, your decorator suggested you spare no expense and buy a top-quality mattress.” Her voice is full of teasing laughter as she smiles at me, and goddammit, her sweetness is like a sucker punch to the gut.
As air leave my lungs, I try to laugh with her and say, “Yeah.”
She leans against the counter and folds her arms across her chest. The innocent movement tugs the T-shirt higher on her legs. “Why did she insist on the best of everything?”
I scrub my hand through my hair, messing it up. “Cause someday my wife would like that? She said something about quality things attracting a quality girl.” I laugh. “Stupid.”
Nina cocks her head, a challenge in her gaze. “If it was so stupid, why did you agree?”
Good question. “No clue. Maybe because I didn’t care one way or another.”
“Or maybe in the back of your mind, that’s what you want. To settle down with a nice girl.”
A half laugh, half snort rumbles in my throat, and Nina stands still and stares at me like I’m an escaped mental patient. Jesus, she couldn’t be more wrong. “I’m an expert asshole, Nina. Assholes don’t attract nice girls. Besides, I’m not marriage material.” I know nothing about being a good man or father, considering the role model I had. Not to mention I wasn’t even enough to keep my mother around. She didn’t care enough about me to stay. Yeah, I have the funds and means to search her down now, but why would I bother. Why would I ever go after a woman who didn’t want me in her life?
Nope, wasn’t going down that path. Don’t feel. Don’t get hurt. A motto to live by.
“Me neither,” she says matter-of-factly.
What the hell? Why would she think that?
Taken aback by her nonchalant statement, I’m about to ask when she redirects with, “Did you have a say in any of the rooms, add any of your own personal touches?”
Right now, there’s something I’d like to give my own personal touch.
“Things from your childhood?”
“I’m not much of a decorator, and I don’t have a lot of stuff from my childhood.”
She angles her head and her eyes narrow, like she’s remembering something from our youth. “Why not?”
“I just don’t,” I say, not wanting to tell her the real reason. My father was a bastard, and I wasn’t allowed personal things. I don’t want her pity. I don’t want anyone’s pity.
“So you—” she begins, but I cut her off.
“There was one room I made mine.”
She puts her hand on her hip, her look somewhat disgusted. “Let me guess, your boudoir, or rather, dude-oir. Turned it into something that resembles the Playboy Mansion.”
“Dude-oir?”
“You know, boudoir but man style.”
“Actually no,” I say, for reasons I don’t understand. I want people to think I’m that guy, to see me as The Playmaker, but for some fucking reason I don’t want her to. Shit man, she’s really getting under my skin, and nothing good can come from that.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I say. I never take a woman in my bed. It’s either her place or an impersonal hotel. Completely detached, no insight into me. No girl has complained yet. Why would they? As long as they’re showered with nice gifts and bragging rights for nailing The Playmaker, they’re happy.
Surprise comes over her. “Oh, man cave then? Big-screen TV, big lounge chairs, fridge full of beer?”
“Something like that. I’ll show you tomorrow in the daylight. I don’t want to turn the lights on tonight. It can set off the headaches.”
She mellows, and gives a slow nod of understanding. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
My heart twists up at the sincerity in her voice, the genuine concern. “No, I’m good.”
“It was the same for me. Loud sounds, too. That’s probably why you were dizzy in the car yesterday. You really should get that muffler fixed.” She turns on the tap and lets it run.
“I told you, that’s how it sounds, and in case you’re still wondering, no, I’m not overcompensating.”
As things shift between us, I put my hand over hers to turn the tap off and listen to her throat work as she swallows. With my bare chest pressed against her back, I keep my hand on hers for a moment, let it linger, revel in her softness, the scent of aloe vera and wintergreen in her hair. I put my mouth close to her ear and say, “I have cold water in the fridge.” As tension fires between us, and my blood pumps fast, I reluctantly let her hand go, and pad barefoot across the room to pull the jug of cold water out of the fridge.
“I can get it,” she says, and hastily crosses the room and reaches for it.
Why does she hate anyone doing things for her? I know she’s always been independent, but come on.
She misjudges the distance in the dimly lit room, and her hand hits the jug. Water sloshes over the sides, landing on my bare chest and her nightshirt. She yelps and jumps back.
“Damn that’s cold!” she shrieks.
It might be cold, freezing even, but my skin is so fucking hot from pressing against her body, the water practically sizzles on my chest. But I can’t think about that. No, I can’t think about that at all, not when the prettiest girl I know is standing before me, looking like she’s about to take center stage at a wet T-shirt contest. Her breasts are small, like her, but so goddamn perfect, she’d win hands down.
“You, ah, you’re all…wet.” Christ, way to state the obvious, but my brain isn’t quite up to speed right now. I gulp, swallow down the lust building inside me, but it refuses to be leashed in front of Nina. No, as the water spreads across the fabric, exposing her pert nipples, my lust expands, deepens, and demands attention.
“I seem to be wet around you a lot.” As the words spill out, her eyes go wide and her sweet mouth forms an O, like what she said held all kinds of sexual connotations, too much, and she wants them back. She stays immobilized like that for a second—long enough for me to visualize my cock sliding between those lush lips—then she rushes on with, “I mean…first the rain, then the sink nozzle and the hot tub…now the water jug.” Jesus, she’s cute when she’s rambling. But I don’t want her flustered. Not around me. “I sort of have a wet theme going on around you. I mean…”
I set the jug down, and even though every instinct is warning me to back off, pack a fucking bag and leave the country, before I get myself into something that can only lead to trouble, I grip the hem of the shirt and pull the cold dampness away from her body.
“You should probably get out of this,” I say, and lift it slightly. I run my knuckles over her skin, creating warmth with friction. She’s so fucking soft, my cock is clamoring for attention, tenting my boxers in ways that Nina can’t seem to ignore, judging by the way she keeps sneaking peeks downward.
Her breathing changes, becomes faster, erratic as I touch her. “It’s soaked,” she says. “I won’t be able to sleep in it now.”
“I have more.” I nod toward the archway. “You want to come to my room and I’ll get you one?” I say, but we both know what I’m really alluding to. Her, in my bed. Me over her. Under her. Inside her.
“I…ah…”
Please say yes. Fuck man, fifty hand jobs aren’t going to cut it if she says no.
“I…” she says, and even though she’s hesitant, there’s no denying the want in her eyes, the need in her body. But I have to hear her say it. I’m a motherfucking prick with a cocky reputation that I do my best to uphold—a detached guy who sleeps with nearly every woman who has ever thrown herself at me, and walks away come morning. But this is Nina, and it has to be her call, and I’m not so sure walking away is going to be that fucking easy.
“Remember our deal?” I ask.
“Deal?”
“You know, tit for tat.”
She takes in a quick breath, like she’s trying to suck all the air out of the room, then she nods quickly and says, “Yeah.”
Testing her, and not sure if what I’m about to do or say is going to get me a kick in the nuts, I slide my hands up her body, lightly brush my thumbs over her nipples. Fuck, she feels good. When she doesn’t pull away, I apply more pressure to her lovely tits that my mouth is watering to taste.
“You said there would only be the tat part,” I remind her. “You were pretty adamant about that.”
“Yeah, I remember,” she whispers on a moan, and arches into me, her needy body betraying her completely, and I fucking love it. But I’m not about to take her until I’m one hundred percent certain it’s something she wants too.
I lightly cup her breasts, massage gently, and her moan of want seeps under my skin and strokes my thickening cock. Her small hands go to my shoulders, her fingers burn my flesh as she explores my muscles.
She wets her lips, a familiar habit when she’s needy. “Cole,” she murmurs, her head falling back, her long hair splaying over her shoulders. Goddammit, lust looks so good on her, and my fucking cock is done for.
“Yeah?”
“I…I might want the other part, too.”
“Say it, Nina.” I reach up and give a slight tug on her hair, simply because I like the way it forces her mouth to open for me. “Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes meet mine, her pupils dilating. “You know what I want. Don’t make me say it.”
I run my hands over her curves, pull her against me, let her feel my hard cock through my boxers. “If you can write dirty words in a book, why can’t you say them?”
“It’s…I can’t. Wait, how do you know what I write in my books?”
Ignoring her question, and wanting her to shed every and any insecurity with me, I say, “You can say whatever you want in front of me, Nina. We don’t even like each other, remember? No sense in worrying about getting embarrassed or offended. I’m a prick, you know that, and you know I’m only out for a good time, so it’s safe to say things to me that might not go over well with someone else.”
“I’m only out for a good time, too,” she says.
“You do this kind of thing all the time, then?”
“Yeah.”
Liar.
I slide my hand back up her body, coming perilously close to her nipples but never touching. “Then tell me. Tell me what you want.”
She’s quiet for second, like she’s tossing something around in her mind, then a change comes over her. “You’re right. We don’t like each other much, and I guess if you want me to speak frankly, Jess put the idea in my head that we should hate fuck.”
Holy Fuck. Her bold words catch me by surprise. I know I’m not good enough for her, and I know she’s an innocent, but if she’s asking me for this, I have to give it to her. I’d give sweet Nina anything she ever wanted—other than my heart, that is. But it’s not my heart she wants, it’s my body, and I’m more than willing to give her that.
“Hate fuck, huh?” I wrap her hair around my hand three times, and rub my cock harder against her. “When anger and desire mix.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“And you think this is a good idea.”
“I think we’re past the point of good ideas, Cole” she says, and moves her body, grinds against my rock-hard cock, the sexy move prompting me into action.
Desperate to taste her again, I dip my head and capture her mouth with mine. She goes up on her toes, and I let go of her hair, slide my hands around her body and lift her. I back her up, until she’s sitting on the kitchen island, and I widen her legs to position my body in between.
I put my hands on her legs and slowly slide them up. Her eyes are wide, filled with desire, and it rocks my fucking world.
“How much did you hate me growing up?”
“A lot,” she whispers. “You were always there, everywhere I turned. In my space, in my head, driving me crazy.”
“Did you want to hit me, throw things at me, scratch my eyes out?”
“All of the above,” she says, and wiggles restlessly beneath my invading fingers.
I touch her lacy panties. “You always had such a smart mouth on you, Nina, and that fucking death glare.” I chuckle. “It made me want to hit something—or better yet, rip something.” I grip the thin lace on her panties and give them a good hard tug. The stitching tears, and she gasps.
“Yeah, like that.” I ease the material away and toss it aside, giving myself full access to her sweet sex.
She runs her nails over my back and scores my skin, deep enough to leave her mark on me, but that’s okay because I want it. “That’s all you got? I thought you said you hated me,” I taunt.
“Still do,” she says, and drags more skin. I fucking love it.
“When you would shoot your mouth off to me, this is how I wanted to shut you up.” I press my lips to hers for a hard, punishing kiss. She kisses me back, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, taste her deeply. Jesus, there is so much volatile heat between us, it’s sparking something inside me, igniting things I’d never felt before—shouldn’t be feeling now.
Shit. Why do I find it so hard to keep my shields up with her? If I knew what was good for me, I’d end this now. But when was the last time I did something that was good for me?
I pull her closer, kiss her harder, and when she gives a low, needy moan, I inch back, and we’re both breathless as we stare at each other. I take in the anger mixed with desire dancing in her eyes, and I damn near shoot off in my shorts. I suck air, take deep, serrated breaths as I think about fucking her senseless, until I’m the only man she’s ever able to think about.
“When you called me names, I wanted to grab you by the balls, show you exactly who you were messing with.” She puts her hand on my stomach and slides it down until she’s cupping my sac through my shorts. I suck in a fast breath, prepared to be punished, but she explores me gently. Thank fuck.
“You know what else I wanted to do to shut you up when you shot your goddamn mouth off?” I say.
“No, what?” she asks, her eyes alive, full of excitement as she slides her hand inside my boxers and takes my cock into her palm. Jesus, I love seeing her like this.
“I wanted to push you to your knees and put my cock in here.” I shove my thumb into her mouth and she sucks on it. Hard. I feel the pull all the way to my dick.
Motherfucker.
I pull my thumb out and she says, “When you used to walk around like the cock of the walk, like I was just a little girl you could so easily overlook, know what I wanted to do to you?”
“Throw something at me?” I gently bite her bottom lip, and she runs her hand over my cock, like she’s checking the length and girth, weighing it in her palm. Damn, I love the way she’s blatantly examining me, not bothering to hide her curiosity or excitement at what she’s discovering.
“Yeah. I wanted to throw something at you,” she agrees.
I push against her hand and groan. “Like what, one of those books you were always reading? Or maybe it was your fist. Did you want to throw your fist at me, Nina?” I take in the heat in her eyes, all her creamy skin and sexy curves, and that’s when it hits me. “Did you want to throw yourself at me, prove you weren’t a little girl to be overlooked?”
“Yeah, I did, Cole. You were a real bastard.”
“Still am,” I say, then brush my finger along her slit. A hard quiver moves through her and her eyes roll backward. I groan at her responsiveness and her chest heaves.
She grips my hair and tugs. “I wanted to show you exactly what you were missing out on.”
I dip my finger inside her tight pussy, and she’s so wet and wanting, I nearly fucking sob with pleasure. “Do it, Nina. Make me pay for overlooking you. Show me what I was missing out on,” I say, even though I’d never in a million years discount someone like her. She was just off limits. Still is.
I can’t even count the amount of black eyes Cason handed out back in high school. If a guy so much as looked at his sister the wrong way, or the right way, he was done for. But she was so goddamn pretty, how could we not look? I guess I was just better at hiding it through the hateful teasing.
I couldn’t risk losing Cason. He was the best friend I ever had, still is, and the one thing he never knew was that by always keeping his door open for me, he saved me more times than imaginable.
Then why are you seducing his sister?
“You first,” she says, and when she wets her bottom lips, I lose track of my thoughts. Truthfully, my mind is so fucking blown at this wild, sexy side of her, it’s all I can do to keep my shit together. “Show me,” she says. “Push me to my knees and show me how you wanted to shut me up.”
My cock throbs, my whole body on fire, eager to do just that.
“I need this off you. Now,” I say and tug on her wet shirt.
She lifts her arms for me, and I peel the wet material over her head. My heart beats triple time when I glimpse her gorgeous body. I stand back for a second, and if she didn’t need me to do things to her, I’d spend the rest of the night just looking at her.
“Cole,” she pleads, and reaches for me. Her warm fingers touch my jaw, trail to my shoulders, to pull me to her.
I lift her from the counter, put my hands on her shoulders, and push until she’s on her knees before me. Jesus Christ, this is my every fantasy come true. My cock throbs against my boxers, and she runs her fingers over it.
“I heard a rumor,” she says, her voice hot and thick with lust, but also with a hint of teasing.
“What did you hear?”
“That you’re as fast as a cannon on the ice, but the real reason they call you Cannon is because you’re packing.”
“Is that why you’ve been checking me out these last couple day?”
“Maybe.”
“They call me Cannon because it’s my last name, but if you think there’s another reason, feel free to find out for yourself and see firsthand what I’m working with.”
I grip the counter, and hold on as she fingers the elastic band on my boxers and slowly drags them down. Her breath catches on a gasp when my cock pops free and hits her mouth.
“So it’s true,” she says, those desirous blue eyes of hers meeting mine. She turns her attention back to my cock and stares at it, like it’s a toy she’s too afraid to play with.
My dick pulses under her examination, grows harder, and the room sways around me, but it has nothing to do with my concussion.
“Jesus fuck, Nina, please,” I moan. “Touch me. Take me into your mouth.”
She takes me into her hands, slides them along the length of me, then parts her lips as she leans forward. Her wet, hot mouth wraps around me, and she takes me to the back of her throat. Perfect, so goddamn perfect, I have to clench my jaw to stop from shooting off.
“Mmm,” she moans, and the vibration goes right through me. She inches back, sweeps her tongue out and licks the pre-cum dripping from my slit. Jesus, that’s sexy as hell. She runs her tongue along my length, teasing me with her warm heat, and my cock pulses hard.
She gives me a coy look. “Is this how you envisioned it, Cole? Me on my knees, your cock in my mouth, anything to shut me up?”
“Yeah, this is it exactly,” I say, and grab the back of her head as she opens her mouth wide, waiting for me to feed her my cock. I move my hips, slowly inch into her waiting mouth, and blood pounds hard in my ears as I hit the back of her throat. My fuck, I’ve never felt anything better. She works me with her mouth, and her small hand cups my sac for a soft massage. But I’m so damn close, my balls tighten, and she gives a little whimper when I growl.
“Keep it up and I’m going to come in your mouth.”
That only seems to drive her wilder, but I’m not ready to come, and when I do, I want to be inside her. “Nina,” I murmur, and pull her off me. She goes back on her legs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Sexy as fuck.
“Yeah?”
“Come here. There are things I need to do to you.” Her eyes go wide as I reach for her and pull her to her feet. “Leg’s around me,” I say as I grip her ass and lift her onto my hips.
Without too much thought, I carry her to my bedroom and kick the door shut behind us. We’re the only ones in the house, so it’s not like we need the privacy, but for some reason I want the door closed, want to lock the rest of the world out while I have Nina in my bed.
She steals a quick glance around, and I look at the room from her eyes. Pretty masculine, sparsely decorated with dark wood furnishing, and a light grey paint on the walls. The blinds are pulled, draping us in darkness.
“I want to see you,” I say, and reach for the dimmer lights, giving a silent prayer of thanks that my decorator suggested them for every room. She did a few things right, that’s for sure.
“I want to see you too,” she whispers against my throat, her breath hot on my neck.
The dimmer makes a humming sound as I turn it up a notch, just enough so that I can see her eyes, her expression, her beautiful body. I carry her to the bed, gently set her down, and give her shoulders a little nudge. She falls back onto my mussed sheets, and her hair splays. Jesus, she looks so good, so right, invading my personal space like that.
“Show me what I was missing, Nina. Make me regret being such a bastard to you.”
She pushes the blankets away and repositions herself on the bed until she’s sprawled out on my side of the mattress. I’d have taken offense, felt violated, if it were any other girl infringing upon my space. Then again, I’ve never brought a girl to this room before.
“If you were nicer, you might have had some of this.” She bends her knees and lets them fall open.
My heart crashes, and blood pulses behind my eyes as need surges inside me. I glimpse her pretty pussy, her wet desire glistening in the dim light. Her hand goes to her mouth. She wets her finger then rubs it over her hard nipple.
“Yeah, but then we’d never get to hate fuck, and this is kind of fun, don’t you think?”
She crooks her finger. “What I think is that you should come here and show me some of your plays.”
Her teasing words hit like a hard body check—a reminder that she’s just another girl who wants something from me. But that’s a good reminder, and I’m actually grateful for it. I strengthen the shield around my heart and climb between her legs, and spread them wider.
“I think you’ll like this play,” I say, and flatten myself over her. I lower my mouth to her throat and run my tongue along her flesh, until I find a sensitive spot that has her squirming. Her hands race over my back, touching every inch of flesh, like she can’t get enough. Her hard nipples press against my chest, abrade me as I begin a slow path downward,
I find those hard buds with my mouth and suck them in, one by one, giving them a tongue bath, followed by a gentle nibble. Her soft bedroom moans and hard breaths urge me on, and I kiss a path to the hot spot between her legs. Her sex is wide open, completely on display for me, and I take a moment to look at her. She has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever set eyes on.
“Please,” she begs, the need in her voice—need for me—fucking me up just a little.
“You ready for my next play?” I ask, working overtime to keep my shit together when all I want to do is go at her, to keep the need—far too many years in the making—at bay so I can make this good for her.
“Yes,” she cries out and lifts her hips, until her sex bumps against my face.
“Such a needy girl,” I say, and flick my tongue out to taste her. The world spins around me, as her flavor dances on my tongue. Desperate for a deeper taste, I lick her from bottom to top, and circle her inflamed clit until she’s writing beneath me.
“Cole,” she murmurs, and bucks against my mouth. I center in on her hot core of nerves as I push one finger insider her. She’s so fucking snug, I’m not sure my cock will fit without hurting her.
Her muscles tremble around my finger, and I move it in and out, taking note of her every movement, her every moan and shudder.
“Yes,” she rasps as I work her with my tongue and finger, wanting to stay between her legs for the rest of the night, wanting to make her come over and over and over again for me so I can still taste her on my tongue a week from now. “Fuck me, please.”
Well, look at that. The shy romance writer has a dirty mouth after all. It thrills me that she’s shedding her inhibitions.
“I will,” I say, “but first I want you to come in my mouth. Think you could do that for me, Nina?”
I insert another finger, for a snug fit, and she moves against me. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers,” I say as my cock aches to get inside. I slide my tongue over her clit, changing the pressure as I penetrate her deeper. Her hands grip the sheet beneath her and a little whimpering sound catches in her throat.
I grin to myself. Pretty BallerNina is coming undone for me, and I don’t even want to examine how that’s making me lose my damn mind.
Her muscles clench, and I continue to push into her, but she’s coming so hard I think I might break a finger. I keep fingering her, despite the tightness, wanting to draw out her release until she’s wrung out and strung out. We’re both breathing like mad when her tremors subside, and the glassy look in her eyes does the craziest things to me.
“Cole,” she says, and blinks rapidly. “I can’t believe…that was…I…wow.”
What, has no man ever taken care of her like that before? Brought her to orgasm? I feel equal measures of disgust and rage. I hate that no man has ever done right by her, but then again, I hate the thoughts of another man’s hands touching her.
I rub her pussy, pet it gently, and then climb up her body, peppering her with soft kisses as I go. I settle over her, pin her with my weight, locking her beneath me. Tonight, I want to take her like this so I can see her face when she comes for me again, but tomorrow…well, tomorrow, I might just flip her over and tie her to my bedposts.
Wait, there isn’t going to be a tomorrow.
Her legs go around my back, her feet pushing against my ass, her body telling me what she needs without words. I reach into my nightstand and grab a condom.
Nina goes quiet—too quiet—as I pull it on.
I slide back over her, hold the sides of her head and examine the unease in her eyes. “You okay?” I ask. Jesus, is she having second thoughts? If so, now is the time to say it.
She blinks, and when her eyes open again, lust replaces the discomfort. “I’m good,” she whispers, and inches up to kiss me. My lips meet hers and all thoughts, except getting inside her, fade away.
I move my hips, position my cock at her entrance. Her body opens for me, and in one quick thrust, I seat myself high inside.
Motherfucker, she’s as tight as a goddamn glove, but I somehow knew we’d be the perfect fit.
“Fuck,” I whisper into her mouth as her moans of joy wraps around me. “You feel so good.”
She moves her hips, and I move with her, a little thrown off at just how right this feels.
“I never thought we’d fit,” she whispers. “I was a bit worried.”
Ah, was that the apprehension I felt in her when I reached for the condom?
“I would never hurt you,” I whisper against her damp forehead.
We move together, and she arches up, like she needs me deeper. For some reason, I need that too. I power into her, and her moans ignite everything inside me. We create a rhythm of longtime lovers, lost in this all-consuming need between us. I inch back to see her face, take in the flush on her cheeks as her body sucks me in harder. Her fingers curl in my hair as I ride her with long, deep strokes. Her hot, wet sheath rubs my cock as I slide in and out, and I slip a hand between our bodies to stroke her clit.
“So good,” she whimpers.
I angle my body for deeper thrusts, and press my thumb to her clit, applying more pressure.
“Cole,” she says, and then continues to call out my name, over and over again. Fuck, I love hearing it on her lips.
“You like that?” I ask, as every ounce of blood in my body rushes to the swollen shaft buried deep inside my sweet Nina.
“Yes, please…” she says, and I pump faster, maddening little thrusts that send us both to the edge and leave us hovering. Knowing it’s time to fall over, I pour everything into fucking her, and I’m rewarded when her muscles squeeze around my cock,
Her mouth opens but no words form, and when I see her desire, it’s all I can do to hang on. Her hot cum sears my cock, but it’s the gentle kiss she presses to my lips that sends me freefalling without a net.
“Nina,” I murmur, and bury my face in her neck. She rocks with me, her sexy moans stroking my dick harder as I let go. She gasps slightly as my cock pulses with each hard release.
“I feel you.” She runs her hands over me, the connection unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. “You feel so good.”
I still high inside her and breathe hard against her throat. Her hands move over me, her touch and exploration a little slower, a little softer. “Mmm,” she moans as she palms my muscles.
In no hurry to move, I remain inside her. The frightening thing is, I normally pull out and get out. Tonight though, I’m far too content to stay right where I am.
Needing to lighten things, I say, “Like what you feel?”
“Cole,” she says breathlessly, as I reluctantly slide out of her. Settling beside her, I look at her face, see no humor. No, what I see is warmth, a woman sated, my best friend’s sister, who has gotten under my skin for a long-ass time now.
“Nina.” I pull her to me, and our lips meet. We kiss deeply, the exchange sweet and intense—mind-blowing.
When we finally break apart, I push her hair from her forehead and look her over. As a million thoughts attack me at once, something inside me comes unhinged, the latch released from a gate, and I draw in a quick breath. Truthfully, I don’t remember kissing, or hate fucking, ever feeling so intimate before.
Jesus Christ, I was living a perfectly content life, one where I could keep my shit shut down, on lockdown behind a barricade where it belonged. But being with Nina is different, goddamn perfect, and that’s a big fucking problem for me.