Page 95 of Touch in the Dark

Before I finish speaking, he’s dived off the bed and grabbed me, his hands going under the shirt and straight to my ass. He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and walks to the wall, pressing me against it. He’s hard already and when he kisses me, I push my hips away from the wall, sliding against his dick.

“You drive me crazy,” he says, sucking on my neck as his hands knead and spread me open. He drops me suddenly and spins me around pushing my hands up above my head and holding my wrists, my palms flat against the wall. I’m totally at his mercy, his hard body pressed against me. He doesn’t let go of my hands, kicking my ankles apart and pushing himself between my thighs. I arch so he finds his way inside and gasp as he fills me up.

We fuck against the wall until I’m losing myself in another mind-blowing orgasm. Part of me is fretting that we’re using sex to bring us together, but I feel it in my heart, it’s not just that. Nick and I always shared a connection, he ran from it because he was scared but I feel him, all here with me now.

When he comes too, he drops his head to my shoulder, gently sucking the skin. He goes to say something but there is a knock at the door. He makes sure I’m behind it as he steps into his boxers and opens it to grab our food, not letting the hotel worker enter the room.

I don’t bother showering straight away, I’m so ravenous for food and coffee. As we eat at the small table, he tells me he is planning on staying in L.A. for at least another three to four days, until he gets the report from the PI and figures out his next steps.

“Nick, I want to say something. There is absolutely no pressure and I know you want to keep this confidential, but my dad is in town tomorrow. I won’t say a word about you, but if you want to talk to him, he can be discrete. He left his old life behind when he divorced mom. I don’t think he stayed in touch with anyone. In fact, I’m pretty sure they all thought he’d lost his mind, and half of them definitely didn’t understand his change in lifestyle.”

“Becoming someone who likes to travel around in a van?”

“His sexuality. That his partner is a man.”

“I didn’t realise it was a big deal.”

I love him for saying that. Shit, not love. Dammit. “Dad lived the Beverley Hills life for over thirty years. People can’t understand how he could change so drastically, when in reality, he was putting on a front.”

Nick nods. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t know what I’m gonna do with the information from the PI yet.”

“Well, the offer is there.”

“Thanks,” he answers, sipping his coffee, his eyes on the window that has an ocean view. “We should head back. Face the music,” he says after a while.

“Yeah, I need to wash up. Again.”

“Let’s conserve water then,” he gets up and takes my hand, forcing me to all but drop my coffee.

I squeal as he picks me up, carries me to the shower and proceeds to tell me he’s still hungry. He drops to his knees and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.

On the drive back we talk about the photoshoot, our friends and the secret Christmas plan of Jordan’s. Anything but his dad, or our day and night of reacquaintance. When we arrive at his place, I get out and he hands over the keys, wistfully staring at the Maserati.

“You could buy your own,” I point out.

“Nah,” he steps up to me. “Like I said, we need something bigger.”

“That implies it will happen again,” I say, teasingly.

“Oh, it’s happening again.”

I dip my head. I want that too. I really do, but right now we need some space to process. We have reconnected, but there is still the issue of us living on opposite sides of the country, but I don’t mention that. Nick kisses me, thoroughly, then lets me go. All the warnings I’ve been getting from our friends are definitely slipping from my mind. Brooke will tell me I’m letting my vagina make decisions for me, and that is not a part of me to be trusted. I can almost hear her. Instead of going to Adam’s I head to Remi’s place in the Hills. He is the lesser of two evils. He’ll have plenty to say, but it will be less chastising than Brooke and less over excitable than Jenna.

I tell Remi everything, despite saying I wouldn’t, I tell him about the sex in his car and promise I’ll pay for a thorough valet. We’d aired it out on the way home but there was no mistaking the scent of sex. My knees are all bruised too, and the steering wheel must have been digging into my lower back because that is aching. I hadn’t felt any of it at the time.

“Do you know how much that car cost?” he asks.

“You left it with us.”

“I didn’t think you’d have sex in it.”

“It wasn’t planned. We just… it was the heat of the moment.”

He studies me, shakes his head then leads me outside to the patio where his housekeeper has set out some food. I’m stuffed after the breakfast Nick got us, so I just grab a coffee and plop into the chair. Remi folds himself into one much more gracefully than me.

“So? You had a good time, you talked, and you soiled my car. What happens now?” He asks and I shrug. “If you’re being this indecisive about things, that means you’re not fully on board,” he says.

“It’s not that. I think I am… But I need to be careful too.”

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