For 100 Days(46)

He’s as consumed as I am.

I see it in his heavy-lidded eyes, in the sharp flare of his nostrils as he draws back from our fevered kiss to hold my gaze while I unzip his pants just enough to take his hard flesh in my hand. I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and stroke the length of him, watching the azure blue of his irises turn stormy and dark, filled with so much desire it staggers me.

When he comes back at me for another kiss, this time his mouth is savage. The sheer force of his sensual assault knocks me back on my heels. Only the wall of the foyer behind me holds me steady as Nick’s body crashes up against mine.

His tongue invades my mouth as his hands slide under my T-shirt and close around my naked breasts in a firm, almost bruising grasp. I moan, trapped between pleasure and pain as he kneads the mounds and rolls the aching peaks of my nipples between his fingers. I feel his cock wedged at my hip, the rigid line of it grinding against my pelvis as he rolls his spine in a hard thrust while he kisses me breathless.

I’m beyond wet for him already, and the rhythmic friction of our bodies is nearly enough to make me come despite the fact that we’re both fully clothed. Shameless, I straddle his strong thigh, clamping around him as he moves against me and continues to kiss and caress me into a state of frenzied need.

He pulls away from me on a harsh curse, his gaze locked on mine. “Fuck, Avery. What have you done to me? I’ve been wanting you like this since the day I left New York.”

“I know.” My words are little more than a gasp. “Me too.”

The instant I confirm it, he reaches down and tugs my sweatpants off my hips. The loose fabric sags around my ankles, leaving me bare from the waist down. Nick’s fingers slip between my thighs, into the warm slickness that’s gathered there. I drop my head back on a moan as he strokes my swollen clit with his thumb. His fingers delve deeper into the wet heat of my cleft, making me cry out as his touch penetrates and teases.

“This pussy is going to be my obsession,” he utters thickly, groaning as my sheath constricts around his pistoning fingers. “Christ, it already is.”

He increases his tempo, and his kiss becomes something even wilder. The torment is relentless, maddeningly good. But it’s not enough. He’s not giving me what I really want. What I need.

My hands find his cock again. Unzipping his pants the rest of the way, I reach into his boxer briefs and pull his erection free. He breaks our kiss and exhales a low moan as I take hold of him. Curses tightly against my jaw line as I squeeze him and run my fingers along the veined underside of his shaft.

I haven’t forgotten how powerful his cock felt in my hand that first time, but right now the silken, steely length feels immense, formidable. I stroke him appreciatively, hungrily, reveling in the sharp flex of his hips as his body pumps in time with my movements, his cock swelling even larger within my grasp.

Still, I need more.

Shifting on my feet, I push him backward a step. I see the flicker of surprise in his darkened gaze—the hesitance to give me this much control. My hands still wrapped around him, stroking every delicious inch of him from broad tip to balls and back again, I meet his challenging stare with my own. “When I see something I want, I reach for it too.”

His faint smirk doesn’t escape my notice as I sink down onto my knees before him. My discarded sweatpants offer a thin cushion, but if the marble floor is hard and cold beneath me, I don’t notice. Leaning forward, I lick my way around the crown of his cock, lapping at the salty drop of wetness I find at its tip.

Nick’s hand tangles in my loose hair as I begin to explore the rest of him, my tongue memorizing his intoxicating taste and texture. His strong legs are spread to allow me access, one hand braced on the wall behind me as if he needs something solid to ground him. “Fuck, that feels good. Ah, Christ, baby.”

I close my lips around him and draw him deep into my mouth, savoring the heat and power of this man who’s turning me into something wanton. Someone fearless and bold. Someone I barely recognize.

Someone I’ve never allowed myself to be with anyone else.

With Nick, all I know is need. It’s pure, untainted. Primal and raw.

Although I could feast on him for hours, he drags me off him all too soon, hoisting me roughly to my feet. He grips my shoulders in his strong hands, his eyes searing me with the ferocity of his gaze. On a curse, he hauls me to him and claims my mouth in a ravenous kiss. “I’m done playing now. I need to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I agree, my voice thready.

I only notice just now that he’s still wearing his blazer. As he shrugs out of it, he reaches into an inside pocket and withdraws a condom packet. I can’t help arching a brow at him.