Page 58 of Little Did You Know

"Second drawer in the tall dresser," I said, giving in, and he disappeared. I stretched back out on the bed, thinking I could get used to this, but I also knew I shouldn't because it could be over at any time.

We began our run with a slow and steady pace. For once in a long time, I didn't need to run from something; I ran for no reason. We continued at a steady pace before eventually turning into a race. Nick had over a foot in height on me, and his long legs gave him the distance he needed to beat me.

Nick wiped the sweat from his brow as we approached the house. "We should hit the showers."

I led the way into the house and up the stairs. I passed his room to head into mine when strong, firm hands gripped me around the waist, pulling back, making me squeal.

"Where are you going?" he asked playfully, turning me around to him.

I gestured vaguely toward my room. "To get a shower."

"Not without me, you aren't." His hands gripped my waist, and in one fluid motion, he hoisted me over his shoulder. My surprised laugh echoed through the hallway as he carried me toward his shower.

He stepped into the large ceramic shower with me still over his shoulder and turned on the water. The icy water hit my back and slid down my legs to my shoes. I was still fully dressed, and so was he. The water began to warm up when he set me down underneath it.

"What are we doing, Nick?"

He didn't answer. His gaze held mine as he ran his hands down my thigh, hooking his hand under my leg at the knee and pulled it up before bending over and pulling off my shoe and sock and then the other. He removed his shoes, tossing them out of the shower with mine.

I stared up at him through dark lashes and my heart thuds against my ribs. His eyes were dark and hungry as his lips curved up into a seductive smile; it was sexy and scary, all wrapped up in one.

Reaching the band of my sports bra, I ripped the wet material over my head before dropping it to the floor. He did the same quickly discarding his shirt next to my bra. Neither of us said a word. His eyes said everything I needed to know. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties holding his gaze as he did the same.

His eyes moved from mine, down to my throat, dropping lower to my chest. His gaze was so intense it felt like a live wire hitting my bare skin.

Steam rose between us as I stepped forward into his personal space. A wave of nervousness washed over me as my fingertips found his toned abs and traced every curve down to the deep v of his hips.

Apprehension rippled through me as my hand lingered just above his cock that was already rock hard and standing at attention.

My hand wrapped around him at the base, hesitating for a moment.

His throat flexed on a hard swallow as his chest rose and fell with deep ragged breaths. “Olivia.” The desperation in his deep voice only fueled me as I slowly began stroking him from root to tip. He sucked in a sharp breath when I increased my speed and rolled my wrist closing my hand over his wide head.

I stroked and pulled harder and faster. "Fuck," he growled. I dropped down to my knees. I wanted to taste him, know what it was like, or if I could pleasure him with my mouth, but before I got the chance, he jerked me up to my feet. "Not today, baby. I won't last for what I want to do."

His mouth crashed hard against mine, and suddenly, he'd taken the reins and forced me back into submission. He had complete control over me, and though I wasn't entirely ready to submit, I wanted him. He pinned me hard against the ceramic tile wall, pressing his body tightly against mine, breaking the kiss only long enough to strip me out of my soaking wet clothes. His mouth still tangled with mine; he pinned my arms over my head with one hand while the other roamed over my body and found the most delicate spots to tease.

His hands slipped down my wet skin slipping between my thighs. He massaged slowly, then faster, then again slower, teasing me. My body began to shake; I wasn't sure I could take much more. Crying out, I begged him until he released my hands and pulled me quickly upward to eye level as he slowly pushed into me. He stayed still long enough for me to adjust to his size before he lost all control.

I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed harder and deeper into me. He took possession of my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss, tangling tongues and biting and pulling my bottom lip. We continued in the same rhythm until my body exploded with pleasure, and with a feral growl, he released himself.

Still holding me, he turned and put his back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He pulled me tight against his chest as we both sat under the falling water, breathless. We sat like that wordlessly until the water went cold.

Over the next few weeks, Nick and I fell into a comfortable routine. In the mornings, we woke up together, learning new sexual positions and exploring each other’s bodies until there wasn't a curve of him that I hadn't memorized, and there wasn't a surface in the house we hadn't broken in.

We worked out together, shared our showers, ate dinner together, cuddled on the couch every night before bed, and spent hours every day talking about everything from our childhood to who we were now to how our day at work was. He'd become more than just a friend, more than just a lover. But our label was friends with benefits.

My gaze lifted, meeting Nick's across the dining room table before dropping to his lips as his tongue swept over, wetting his dry lip and a chill raced over my skin as memories of what his mouth did to me this morning.

“Ms. Hannah is here,” Arlena announced from somewhere in the house, pulling me from my seductive thoughts and back to reality. A few seconds later, Hannah appeared in the dining room.

“You ready?” She smiled.

“Do we have t…”

“Yes,” she cut me off.

I was excited to go out with Hannah. I just wasn’t excited to go shopping. Again.

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