Page 51 of You Complicate Me

His smile was equal parts sweet and sinfully sexy, and it stirred her libido in a way she wouldn’t have thought possible after everything they’d done during the night. “After last night? I’d consider moving to a dirt-floor hut in the outer reaches of fucking nowhere for you, angel.”

He was heart-attack serious, Grace realized in amazement. He really would uproot his entire life to be with her. “Nick, we’ve known each other such a short amount of time. Is it crazy for us to be thinking like this?”

He reached down and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Probably. But I don’t really care. Look, as amazing as last night was, there’s more to this—this connection between us—than just sex. I want to see where this goes. And there’s no way we can do that if we’re on opposite sides of the country. Do you feel the same?”

Grace bit her lip. “I do. But I feel like a really selfish bitch for letting you uproot your whole life so that we can, what, date?”

He leaned up and caught the lower lip she’d just bitten between his teeth, making her moan before letting go to whisper against her mouth, “I’ve never had anyone be selfish for me before. It’s crazy hot.”

She giggled. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked, on top of you, and only recently finished giving you an early morning blow job.”

He gave her ass a sharp swat with his free hand and grinned evilly when she yelped. “Always the argumentative lawyer, aren’t you?”

“It’s kind of my thing.” Her smile slipped as she added, “I’m serious, though. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”

He didn’t miss a beat before saying, “The only thing I’d regret is letting you go without figuring out exactly what this thing is between us.” He kissed her then, sending sparks through her entire body. “I need more time with you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”

Grace lost a few seconds of coherent thought as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, but in a sudden burst of clarity, the enormity of their conversation dawned on her and she jerked up.

“Holy shit,” she squealed. “Did we just agree that you’re moving to LA?”

He laughed. “So, you’re OK with this?”

She shoved a hank of sweaty hair off her forehead and let her eyes rove over his face. He looked rumpled, sleepy-eyed, and gorgeous. And he was all hers. “Of course I am. I feel like I’m getting the better deal out of this.”

“No way,” he said quietly, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’m a lucky man, angel.”

Grace shot her best naughty smile as she rocked her hips against him. “Not yet, but I think you’re going to get lucky again very soon.”

His eyes darkened a split second before he reversed their positions and flipped her onto her back. She let out an oomph that turned into a moan as he slid his tongue and lips down her neck, over her breasts, across her belly, then…lower.

“No,” he whispered against her inner thigh. “I think it’s your turn to get lucky again.”

She wanted to protest that it wasn’t her turn at all. In fact, if they were keeping score, she was ahead of him roughly three orgasms to one. But one long, hard stroke of his tongue through her wet folds obliterated that thought.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, her thighs falling apart helplessly. “I guess it’s my turn after all.”

And ten minutes later, everyone on their floor heard just how lucky Grace was.

Chapter Twenty-eight

“So, is your name Nick, Jesus, God, or Oh-My-God-Don’t-Ever-Stop? I’m confused because I heard you called a lot of things last night.”

Grace stabbed her fork in Gage’s direction and mumbled around a mouthful of pancakes, “Keep your mouth shut, Gage.”

Nick just smirked and dove into his own breakfast, not looking the least bit embarrassed that half the hotel knew what they’d been doing all night. But then again, what did he have to be embarrassed about? From all the screaming she’d done, he came off looking like a sex god.

Which, now that she thought about it, wasn’t at all far from the truth.

“Ugh,” Gage muttered, reaching across Grace to grab the coffee decanter. “You have absolutely no shame. The fact that you’re blushing so hard right now, Grace, just tells me you’re replaying the whole thing in your head.”

Grace took a sip of her orange juice before scoffing and saying, “I am not.”

She totally was, though.

Grace lifted her eyes from her plate and found Nick pinning her with a look so hot and potent it let her know that he too was reliving their evening (and morning) in his head, right here at the breakfast table. One corner of his mouth lifted as their gazes held, and she had a brief fantasy about him throwing her down on the breakfast table and fucking her right there amid the pancakes and French toast and bacon platters.

So sticky.

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