Page 102 of Win Some Love Some
“Not here,” I repeated, although it was getting harder to hold out against her.
“Why not?”
“Because I think this is going to get a little rough and we need a bed.” With more willpower than I knew I had, I pulled away from her. I shut off the water and pushed the glass door aside. I wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted her wet body out of the shower and onto the bathmat. She was warm and sleek and slippery under my hands. All my towels were too rough. She needed something soft and plush and all I had was utilitarian and boring.
“Listen to me,” I said softly into her ear, drying her spine with one of my substandard towels. “Last night…I was different with you.”
She traced the flame tattoo on my forearm, while I rubbed the towel down her thighs, over her ass. Fuck, she was beautiful. Perfect. Everything I could ever want in a woman. Like she wasdesigned specifically for me and I’d just been waiting for her all this time.
“Different how?” she asked and rolled her head against my shoulder, her ass against my cock. I dropped the towel and tugged on her nipples, which were tight and hard. Perfect pink buds begging for more.
“Aggressive,” was the word I landed on. “I felt a little unleashed.”
She turned in my arms, pressing those tight nipples into my chest, her belly up against my erection. She traced the tattoo on my chest, the one above my heart, a bird and a whisk entwined in a single design, with the date of my adoption. Julian and Mads names were added underneath when they were born. My family by choice.
“That’s because when you’re with me, you are who you truly are. No mask. No lies.”
“And you…like that?”
She nodded. “I like everything about you, Nick. Rough and gentle. Quiet and loud. Grumpy and sweet. Silly and –” I kissed her. I kissed her until she was gasping, up on her tip toes, her arms around my neck.
“Birth control?” I whispered into her mouth.
“Pill.”
“Condoms?”
“No,” she whispered. “Not between us.”
I pressed my forehead against hers and took the leash off everything I wanted. “You’re going to take my cum like a good girl.”
Her body shivered. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
I let out a slow breath and walked her backwards to my bedroom, kissing her until we hit the bed.
“Nick,” she breathed.
“Get on the bed,” I told her. And she lay back, her arms above her head. I stroked my cock and she arched her back. The most seductive smile ever to be smiled on her face and I felt my control leap nearly out of my hands.
“On your stomach,” I said and she rolled over, her thighs slipping against each other. “Up,” I said and put my hand on her hip bone, lifting her onto all fours. She was so revealed to me this way. So trusting.
“I won’t hurt you,” I said.
“I know,” she whispered, her head bowed against the bed.
“I would never hurt you.” I ran my hand down her spine, over the perfect curve of her ass, and she reached back and grabbed it. Her eyes on mine.
“I know, Nicky,” she said. She knew what I was scared of, the way my father’s blood ran in my veins. What she didn’t know, what I barely understood, was how much I felt for her. How friendship had kept the locks on this beast and now I wanted everything. All of her.
I nodded and she let go of my hand, trusting me to take care of her. To make her feel good. To make all the pain I’d put her through, worth something.
“You wet enough for me, baby?” I slid my middle finger into her pussy from behind and her head fell back on the mattress. “You’re slick, but I want you hotter, baby. Let’s see if we can find that…”
Another finger, a careful turn of my wrist, the stroke of my fingers against that special place on the other side of her clit.
She stiffened like she’d been electrocuted
“Oh! Nick! What is that?”
