Page 184 of Gathered Sparkle

“Yeah, looks like Nico has to drive after all.”

“No problem.” Nicholas pushes off the car, smirking. “I can drive your car for you.”

“Yeah?” I shoot him a look. “Can you hold my girl for me too?”

“You meanourgirl?” Nicholas tilts his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I can.”

“Go ahead, then.”

He reaches out and pulls her back against his chest. She goes easily, her breath hitching when his arms slide around her waist. Her eyes lift to mine, and the way she looks at me makes my blood run hot.

“That’s it,” I murmur, stepping closer until I’m inches away. The space between us practically hums. “Tilt her chin up for me.”

Nicholas does as I ask, lifting her face toward me with care. I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting the faint sweetness of her lip gloss, feeling the way her body softens between us as my tongue slides against hers. Every sound she makes shoots straight to my dick.

Fuck. I want her so bad it hurts.

When I finally pull back, her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her half-lidded eyes peer up at me like she’s already picturing what’s next.

“Now kiss our girl for me.”

“With pleasure.” Nicholas doesn’t hesitate. He turns her face toward him and captures her mouth, and I watch as she melts into him, her body arching against his. His hands drift lower, resting on her hips before sliding up her sides. She shivers,a soft, needy sound escaping her throat as her thighs press together.

Jesus. Watching them is hot asfuck.

My fingers itch to touch her, to slide over every inch of her skin while she’s pinned between us.

Novalee barely pulls back, whispering, “I want you both.”

Shit.

The image of her, laid out, needy, surrounded by both of us, flares bright and raw in my mind.

And instead of jealousy, all it does is make me even harder.

The way she looks at me, atus, she’s not asking. She’sbegging. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me want to ruin her in the best way possible.

“Home.Now.Before I lose my damn mind.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Novalee

By the time Nicholas and I make it to my room, we’re already tangled together, mouths colliding in hungry, frantic kisses. His hand slides down my back, steadying me as I press into him, my heart pounding so loud I can barely hear anything else. The door thuds shut behind us, but I know it won’t keep Koen out for long, not when he promised to follow us the second he could touch me without grease-stained fingers.

The thought of him joining us only makes my skin burn hotter.

Nicholas pulls back to catch his breath, his chest heaving as I push him down to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes flick up to mine, nervous, full of anticipation, his lips parted like he wants to speak but can’t form the words.

God, he’s beautiful like this.

The disarray of his dark hair, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders, it’s enough to make my knees weak. But it’s the raw need in his eyes that undoes me, that silent plea for direction, for permission.

I step into the space between his knees, feeling the heat radiating from his body. My fingers curl under his chin, tiltinghis face up. His breath stutters as his eyes flutter closed briefly, then snap open again, pupils blown wide with desire.

Slowly, deliberately, I peel off my shirt, the fabric slipping over my head and dropping to the floor. His eyes follow every movement as his breath catches audibly. My fingers trace the band of my bra, unhooking it and letting it slide down my arms. The cool air kisses my bare skin, and I watch as Nicholas’s gaze drops.

I lean in, so close that the swell of my breasts brushes his lips, and his breath fans over my skin as his eyes flick up to mine, reverent, almost dazed. “You want this?” My thumb brushes along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble beneath my touch.

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