Page 155 of Lucky Shot
I fling my arms around his neck, and he pulls me up, holding me against him as he walks over to an empty table and sets me down on it.
He stands between my spread legs, leaning down to keep kissing me. My hands slip under the hem of his shirt and trace over the hard, lean lines of his stomach muscles.
“Fuck, I missed you.” His fingers glide up my thighs and under my skirt to settle on either side of my hips.
“I missed you too.”
I did not wake up this morning with “have sex in the green room” on my bingo card but all I can think about is getting closer to him. I push his pants and boxers down until his dick springs free.
As I circle the base with my thumb and forefinger, Nick groans against my lips.
He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I didn’t come here to punch your ex or for a quick fuck.”
“I know, but that was very satisfying to watch. I’ve never been so turned on.”
It seems that’s all he needs to know because he hooks a finger on either side of my panties and tugs them down. I shift to help him and he frees the material from my legs.
“We don’t have a lot of time and I’ve been dreaming of this since the second you left.”
“Do your worst, Galaxy.”
He chuckles then takes my mouth and pulls me to the edge of the table. I guide his cock to my entrance, and he wastes no time pushing inside.
We share a groan, tongues stroking together as we press our bodies as close as we can possibly get. Nick drives into me until I can’t take any more, then pulls out and thrusts again. I’m already climbing. A week of longing and replaying every other time we’ve done this served as foreplay.
He’s close too. I can tell by the way he moves faster and the slight shudder each time he fills me.
“Goddamn, you take me so good, baby.”
“More.” It’s a beg and a plea. I’m teetering on the edge, and it feels so perfect.
His answer is to hook an arm around my thigh, lifting and wedging himself farther between my legs.
And as I finally get there, tears well in my eyes. Nick is right behind me, caressing my face and telling me how good I feel. I soak up every word and every touch. He comes with a nip of my bottom lip and a deep groan. Then he stays there, still inside me, holding me to him. His chest rises and falls, and I can feel his heart beating the same rapid pace as mine.
The emotion bubbles over. The tears slide down my cheeks, and it’s so ridiculous that I’m crying right now, I also start laughing.
“What’s wrong?” Nick’s gaze is filled with a frantic concern.
“Nothing,” I say, which I realize isn’t very reassuring as I keep crying.
His thumbs swipe at the tears tracking down my face.
“I’m just so glad you’re here,” I manage to get out through a sob and a hiccup. “I missed you so much. I have slept in your jersey every night.”
His lips twitch and pull into a smile. One dimple peeks through his beard.
“I’m sorry that I’m crying. I swear I’m happy.”
He keeps that smile aimed at me as he brushes his lips over mine. It turns out kissing is the magic trick to stop the tears. His mouth is gentle and sweet, the kind of kisses that I could get lost in for days.
But unfortunately, Molly has other plans.
“Two minutes!” she calls from out in the hallway.
“She’s relentless, huh?” Nick asks.
“You have no idea.”
