Page 78 of Hold Me Today

His pewter eyes flicker with mirth. “Pick a category.”

“What?”

“Humor me.” He reaches around me to unclasp my bra. By my ear, he drops his voice to a low rumble. “Pick a category. I promise you’ll enjoy every one.”

Has he gone off his rocker? Given his firm constitution, probably not. Going along with his game, I say, “I don’t know the categories.”

“Animals. Westerns.” He pauses, drawing his tongue along the front of teeth. “Planets.”

I raise a brow. “Those are some interesting categories.”

“Got a preference?”

“I’ll take Animals for one-hundred, please.”

His grin is positively blinding. “A woman after my own heart.”

Before I can even decipherthatparticular statement, he’s hauling me up into his arms. I bounce against his chest, careful not to disturb his bandage, as he cuts through the kitchen to a less formal room. A TV is strung up on one wall, and a sectional sofa takes up most of the space. But it’s the wall-to-wall window that steals my breath. Lights flicker outside, and Nick, seeing my awe, murmurs, “Outdoor solar lights. It’s cold out but there’s still enough sunlight for them to do their job.”

And do their job they do, twinkling like fairy lights leading into an enchanted forest.

Nick puts me down in front of the window. He grasps my hands and presses them flat against the cold glass. “I’ve thought about this,” he tells me, reverent hands skimming my curves, “me fucking you from behind. You seeing our reflection and the outdoors all at once.”

I feel the heat of his cock like a brand against my butt. It hits me, then, that this is actually going to happen. Me, Nick, sex.Sexwith Nick Stamos. Pinch me, please, or at least don’t make me wake up from the best dream of my life.

I turn my head, wanting his mouth on mine, and he gives it without question. His kiss, like the very essence of him, is hardness underlined with passion. Careful not to brush my bandages, he dips his fingers between my legs again, sinking two in deep.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts against my mouth. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you come against my mouth.” When I press my hips impatiently back into his, he chuckles. “Okay, after you come on my cock—better?”

And then, for reasons that I refuse to look at too deeply, I nip at his bottom lip and say, “I’m clean.” More specifically, I’ve never had sex without a condom. Have never wanted to, until now. Untilhim. “And on the pill.”

Nick’s fingers pause. “You sure?”

So much yes. The vulnerability of the moment squeezes my heart like a vice. “Yeah. I mean, so long as you’re . . .”

“Jesus, Mina.” His eyes take on a wild bent, like he can’t believe this is happening. “Yeah, I’m . . . right there with you.Gamóto,you drive me wild. I need this. I needyou.”

The same sense of urgency pulses through me as he lays a hand on my back and eases me forward, until my forehead comes close to kissing the glass window—and I feel the heavy crown of his cock slip through the wet folds of my sex.

This. Is. Happening.

After all these years, it’s not Nick and someone else. It’s Nick andme, his sister’s best friend. His long-standing frenemy. The girl he’s known since he was eight. But this thing between us is more than all that—it’s unrelenting, combustible passion, something he proves when he mutters, “Hold on tight,koukla,” and thrusts inside me.

My mouth parts in anO.

Big, so damn big.

His cock stretches me, my walls clinging to him tightly, and I hesitate on that fine line between pleasure and pain.

And then he moves, pulling back, pulling out, before slamming home, and the pleasure turns downrighteuphoric.He grips my hips, hard, yanking my ass onto his cock just as he drives forward.

“Mina.” His smoky voice echoes in my ears, muddled with the rush of pressure in my head and the sound of how goddamnwetI am around him. I need to find it in myself to feel embarrassed, but I can’t. Not when he growls my name again anddefinitelynot when he groans, “You feel so good. Never—I’ve never—”

Me either.

Not like this. It’s never felt like this.

“More,” I urge him, craning my head to look over my shoulder at his powerful body. The veins in his chest and neck strain with each of his thrusts, his chest burns a ruddy red, and those wild pewter eyes are locked on his cock slipping in and out of my sex.