Page 102 of Take What You Want

Memory couldn’t do him justice, though. The years have treated him well. He’s filled out over the years, still maintaining his slim physique but his arms and shoulders are corded with muscle. If I thought he knew what he was doing ten years ago, it’s nothing compared to the determined way he moves now.

Hands gripping, pace punishing, thrusts unrelenting. He moves with such confidence, just like he does onstage. It’s mesmerizing. “You with me, baby?” He pauses and cups my chin.

“Yes, sorry,” I rasp, not realizing I had gotten so lost in my head. I rock my hips and clench around him. His eyes practically melt as they roll back in his head.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he grits before he pulls out, grabbing my hips and turning me around. He pushes between my shoulders as he pins me against the cold edge of the sink. Ibend forward, my breath fogging the mirror as my face comes close to it.

A strong hand tangles in my hair and keeps my head in place, forcing me to look in the mirror. Nikolai meets my gaze and his eyes set my entire body on fire.

“Watch me fuck you, Jane. Watch how much I missed having you.” He thrusts in one powerful move and pounds into me with renewed purpose.

I’m helpless to do anything but surrender myself to him. His jaw is razor sharp as he tries to keep himself quiet. But a muffledfuckandright thereslips out from his lips and straight to my clit.

I cry out, unable to contain the pleasure rushing through my blood and searing me from the inside out. It’s too much, watching him fuck me like a man who’s worried he might never have the chance to again.

“Unless you want someone to find us, you need to be quieter,” he whispers, and I clamp my mouth shut. But a sick sense of excitement runs through me at the risk of getting caught and Nikolai must see that on my face. “Dirty fucking girl,” he says with a smile twisting his mouth.

The edge of the sink digs into my skin painfully but I like the reminder of it. That this is dangerous. That I don’t know if I should be doing this but I sent it all to hell anyway.

I’m right there. Release is so close that I can taste it but remains frustratingly out of my reach. My knuckles are white as they grip the sink and I groan. Deep lines crease my forehead in the mirror and I mumble, “Fuck, please.”

Nikolai senses my frustration and it seems to spark his own. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and they reprimand me. “Stop running from it,” he says through clenched teeth. “Don’t run from it.”

I know he’s not just talking about my orgasm.

And right now, I don’t want to run fromanythinganymore.

“Nikolai,” I whimper. I need more. I’m right there, hanging on the edge, I just need something to push me over. To sever that final link to my brain that is trying to cling to my own control.

He slips his hand between my thighs. His thumb finds my clit and it takes barely a swipe before I’m thrown into the deep end.

I cry out, and Nikolai slaps his other hand over my mouth, shushing me as I ride the wave of my orgasm. I pulse around him, and he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck,” he grunts before emptying himself inside of me.

His bones turn liquid and he leans into me. The sink holds us both as we catch our breath. The silence of the bathroom settles in alongside reality.

“What the hell did we just do?” I whisper, training my ear toward the door. “Do you hear anything? What if someone came looking for us?”

Nikolai’s chest heaves against mine in a heavy sigh before he straightens. He kneads my hips and trails his hands up to my shoulders, massaging them too. “I think we’re fine. If someone would’ve found us, they would’ve busted down the door.”

His hands feel like magic as they work my muscles, and I shut my eyes, trying to fall back into a state of relaxation but the reality of our situation has already burst. “You don’t seem too concerned that we just hooked up in a bathroom only feet away from my brother and our friends, all of whom are not supposed to know about us.”

His body is warm against mine as he says, “They will find out eventually. I’d rather they didn’t like this, but if you’re expecting me to be freaking out right now when I finally have you back, I’m not going to.”

I don’t want to hurt him or pop his blissful bubble, but I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. “We still have a lot to talk about, Nik.” I spin around, and his hands drop to his sides.

God, every single thought dries up as my eyes trail over his chest down to his abs and to his half-hard cock and strong thighs. His skin has remained free of ink over the years, even as his best friends created canvas of their bodies.

Non-committal to the max.

“I know we do,” he concedes, “and I'm not under any illusions that this is going to fix all of our fractures, but I’m hoping it’s a step forward.” He pauses, brow raised.

“It is.” I bite my lip and rub my arms.

His shoulders fall in relief, but then his eyes catch between my legs. “Shit,” he mutters, “we didn’t use a condom.”

I blink at him, surprised that I let myself get so out of my mind that I didn’t think to bring that up. But the trickle of his release down the inside of my thighs makes my cheeks hot. “I’m on birth control,” I say. “And I got tested after I broke up with Liam.”

“I never go without one,” he says, “and I’m in the clear, too.” He pauses for a moment. “Have you not been with anyone since your ex?”

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