Page 44 of Meet You in the Waves
“You wanted me to invite you upstairs to my room to do all sorts of naughty, scandalous things to you in front of Dane, huh?” he returned, a trace of a smile on his face.
“Well, no. But you could have come to me.”
“Could I?” he asked, serious for the moment. “I had no way of knowing that either.”
“I suppose.”
“Tell me what you want, Ajay,” Nick asked, his hand tracing leisurely patterns on the sheet between us. My eyes followed the path he was weaving with those clever fingers. It was distracting as hell.
I also wasn’t sure I wanted to answer his question. Because deep down I knew I wanted everything from him, the full day apart bringing some much needed clarity to my mind. But clarity didn’t bring boldness and I hesitated before I told him, “I want to continue what we started this morning.”
“Do you?” Nick asked, a teasing grin on his face. Those fingers inched forwards, still circling patterns on the sheet and I realised he was playing with me.
“Yeah, I do,” I replied with a little more confidence. “So are you going to stop playing with me and kiss me?”
“Oh, I promise toneverstop playing with you, Ajay,” Nick replied as that wicked grin spread across his face and I suddenly realised exactly how far out of my depth I was. But he shifted closer, just a few more inches, that hand that had been teasing me lifting to grip my chin, his blue gaze heated as he held my eye. “You want me to kiss you, Ajay?”
“Yes.”
“Like this?” he asked, bending his head painfully slowly before his mouth brushed soft, teasing kisses along my jawline. It was barely a whisper of a touch but I still felt it everywhere, my body instantly heating for him.
“No, not like that,” I managed to grit out.
“No? More like this?” he continued, pressing firmer kisses up to my cheeks, leading ever closer to my lips. But not close enough.
“No,” I grumped, desperate enough for him to not want to play games, fun as they may be.
“No?” Nick pouted, leaning back to look down at me. “Well then, better give you what you came here for.” And with that he planted his mouth firmly on mine, instantly reigniting that spark that had first fired off between us this morning.
I pulled him closer, one hand in his hair, the other trapped in the space between us as he pressed into me, the kiss deepening in an instant. I couldn’t hold back the little moan that escaped me as his tongue demanded entry and I let him in, the kiss fast becoming needy and open mouthed and just so freaking hot I didn’t know what to do.
His hand was still on my jaw, using his grip to angle my head in that way he had done to me this morning to give him better access and I ceded control over to him, wanting to give it all over to him. His tongue was in my mouth, tangling with mine, his lips fused to mine as he plundered me.
I was overheating all over, the kiss streaming my blood to life, sizzling inside me and kickstarting that part of me I now realised was where lust and desire co-existed. Something that had been lying dormant in me before now, before this kiss.
BeforeNick.
Nick’s hand moved down my neck to my throat, the move a dominant one which had my cock perking up in a way that shocked me. I liked this. I liked this about him. I liked that he was taking control of me and I was more than happy to let him do what he wanted, to be under his command.
And Nick knew what he was doing all right, knew how to tease and tempt, knew how I would react when his hand skirted down to my pecs, teasing my nipples between his thumb and finger until I was squirming. He huffed a laugh and pulled off the kiss, his mouth tracing the path his hands had just been, down my jaw, down to my neck where he found little spots I didn’t even know I possessed.
His hand was tracing the smooth skin of my flat stomach when his mouth found the nipple he had just teased and he sucked it into his mouth, an involuntary gasp leaving my lips at the pure pleasure he was evoking in me.
“You like that?” Nick smirked, the warm breaths of his mouth ticklish against my skin.
“Yes. A lot,” I squirmed, my eyes blown with heat when Nick looked up at me, the heat in his own eyes matching mine. His mouth came back up to my neck as his hand dropped lower, thumb teasing just under the waistband of my boxers, my heart pounding deep in my chest.
Nick paused to look down at me, a question in those blue eyes as his thumb gently caressed the skin just under my waistband.
“Yes?” he asked, a genuine question in that word. One I’d never been asked before. That was when I knew exactly how safe I was with Nick. That I could trust him with this, with me, withus. That he would never do anything I didn’t want to do. Not that I could really think of a list of what that would entail just then.
“Yes. Keep going,” I rasped, breath catching in my throat as his hand dipped even lower, clasping onto my rock hard dick while his eyes held mine. I sucked in a jagged breath as he flicked his thumb over my head, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched me react to him.
“Nick,” I breathed, sucking in more air as his hand slid down my length.
“More?” Nick asked, eyes dark pools of heat as he set them on my mouth. I could only nod, words evaporating as his hand gripped me tighter and his mouth dropped to mine. He kissed me while his hand pumped me slowly but not so gently and my heart went haywire.
His hand felt so big wrapped around me, so strong and firm with rough calluses on the tips of his fingers from his years on building sites. I had calluses on my fingers too from years of playing guitar but they felt different to this, this rugged, earthy, manliness that Nick felt like.
