Page 48 of Love Over Time

We climbed into my car, and I relaxed against the passenger seat. I wished I could tell him we’d never do that again. But the truth was, I’d do it a thousand times more if it meant getting my family back. Two streets over, he turned right and slammed on the brakes when we reached the hotel. He practically jumped out of the car, as if he couldn’t stand to be near me. I followed him inside and dropped my bag by the door on my way upstairs. If he was pissed, he’d just have to get over it. For now, my best bet was to stay out of sight.

He slammed the door behind us and flipped the deadbolt. I spun to face him. In two strides, he met me in the middle of the lobby, gripped my waist, and backed me toward the velvet sofa, where he pinned me with his body. I’d never seen him like this, the deep scowl on his forehead, wet eyes, and flushed cheeks. This wasn’t anger. I’d seen him angry before. The day I talked his foreman into letting me inside the construction site, that had been anger. This was something else. I sighed and swallowed. Was there anything about him that didn’t turn me on? He surveyed my face as he touched his fingers to my lips, urging them to open for him.

“Nikki…you…” He covered my mouth with his, his tongue determined to taste all of me. I kissed him back. Desire pooled between my legs when he pressed his erection against me.

I wanted him. I reached behind me to undo the zipper, but he grabbed my wrists and turned me around.

“Leave it on,” he whispered on my temple, as he slipped his hand into the top of my dress, squeezing and tugging with urgency.

I turned into a puddle of want at his feet. He pushed my hair to the side, kissed my cheek, and that soft spot behind my ear. His hot touch made my skin warm and tingly.

“Henry. Now.”

Using the back of the sofa for support, I leaned forward. He pulled my dress over my ass and let my panties fall to the floor. A warm glow ran through me as his hands left me to undo his pants and roll on a condom. He hadn’t been mad at me. He’d been worried. The idea of this man caring about what happened to me sent a warm rush through me. Henry loved me as much as I loved him.

His T-shirt fell to the floor next to me. I itched to touch him, but when I tried, his hands came back to me, kneading my hips before he entered me from behind. Everything else fell away. He wrapped his arms around me and thrust into me, hitting my spot straight on, making up for the fear I’d felt back at the bank, and for a moment erasing all the bad in our lives.

“Damn, Nikki. You feel so good,” he whispered against my cheek. His heart drummed against my back. Or was that my own heartbeat?

He slid his hand down, drawing wide circles around my core. His deft fingers caressed the inside of my thigh and below my navel. With every pass, he’d get close to my button, the place where I needed him most. He unzipped the top of my dress, enough to free my breasts over the lace of my bra, and kneaded both mounds. It did nothing to calm the mounting need between my legs. I gripped the back of the sofa and hung my head when his right hand snuck past my panty line again. His fingers separated my outer lips, and then he stopped.

“Henry, finish it.” I leaned on him.

He cupped my face and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Promise me you’ll never put yourself at risk like you did today. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

“What?”

“Promise me.” His index finger tapped me gently.

The ache intensified, so hard I wanted to scream. But instead, I squeezed my legs together. He moved his arm between my thighs and made me widen my stance.

“Promise me.” His teeth grazed my bare shoulder. Goose bumps flickered down my back with every kiss he planted on the side of my face. “Say it.”

I moaned. “I promise. I need to come.”

“I know you do. Just remember you promised.” He palmed me, while he soothed my nipples with his free hand and pumped fast into me, finally giving me what I needed.

I climaxed inside of three seconds. The orgasm was as intense as the aching desire he made me feel. It shook me to my core and left me breathless, panting. Words spilled out of me. Whatever I said, Henry muttered in agreement, holding me tight as he found his own release.

Chapter Eighteen

Her Next Con

Henry

I took another minute to catch my breath while Nikki held on to the sofa, with my cock still inside her. I kissed her bare shoulder before I pulled out and went to the lobby bathroom to discard the condom and clean up. When I came back, she had pulled her dress down and zipped it up, but she stayed where I’d left her.

I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. God, she looked hot in that dress. She spun around and slapped me across the face. What the fuck? Not the response I’d expected, given how just a few minutes ago she’d told me she loved me.

“What was that for?” I rubbed my cheek.

“That was a dick move. Literally.” Her cheeks flushed bright red.

“A promise is a promise.” I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. “Nikki, I just got you back. The thought of losing you again, I can’t breathe.”

“So you’re gonna manipulate me with sex—”

“I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want. You could’ve stopped me at any time.” To prove my point, I pressed my palm below her navel and slid it down. Wet seeped through her dress. “Admit it, that was the best you’ve ever had.”

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