“Is your balcony connected to the others?” Nova opens the drapes and peers outside, oblivious to what’s going on in my head.
“Yeah.”
I come up behind her, and her body warms me.
“But here…” I place my hands on either side of her, my groin pressing against her back. “Glass feels thick enough to muffle the sounds.”
Her head turns, her profile sheer temptation. “What sounds are those? You laughing at my jokes?”
“More like you moaning my name while I fuck you. Fast the first time, slow the second. The third, I’ll let you choose,” I murmur, claiming her lips from behind.
She tastes like wine. She’s pliable, too, a little extra relaxed. I adjust her to face me, banging my leg into the window in the process.
“Your knee,” she says when I wince, dropping the curtains back into place and pulling away.
“It’s fine.”
“Don’t you usually take an ice bath?” Nova tries to slip out from under me.
Her happy buzz has vanished. I want it back.
I grab her wrist. “After.”
“Clay—“
“Nova. I. Need. You,” I say softly between kisses. I press her back against the window until she melts again.
Tonight was good. I can’t remember time spent with someone being so fulfilling. I liked being able to get her everything she wanted, but I also knew that she didn’t care about any of it.
Nova fits in here. She’d fit in anywhere.
The rogue thought has my heart kicking. I always figured I had to go through this life alone, but who says I have to? She could stay as long as she wants. There’d be no karma to bite her. We’d have our thing until it ran its course…
Because she’d enjoy it.
Not because I’m not ready to let her go.
I spin and lift her, her dress riding up as her legs hook around my hips. I’m used to lifting hundreds of pounds, and she’s nothing by comparison.
Nova grips my shoulders. Her body is sweet and soft, and I’m hard and hungry.
Back in the limo barely got me started. I want her all the ways there are. I want to turn her to liquid. To feel her melt around me, to absorb some of her fucking brightness.
I set her down long enough to yank down the zipper that holds up her dress and peel it off her. Beneath, she’s naked.
“Christ.” I take a moment to admire her.
She laughs, pressing a hand to her neck.
Her pale skin shines in the moonlight, the curve of her breasts and swell of her hips making my throat dry with longing. I can’t see the freckles that dust her shoulder, but I trace them from memory.
Her breasts are round and soft, and her pussy is fucking perfect.
“Too fucking pretty,” I say as I sink to my knees.
Nova’s thighs tremble as I kiss her soft skin. She leans into me.
“Are you ready again?” I ask.