Midnight Fever (Men of Midnight #5)(79)

She foresaw a lot of silk blouses on the floor in her future. Maybe.

Her black gabardine pencil skirt was next. It was closely tailored so it required her to shimmy a little to get it down and off her, and Nick shuddered at the sight.

"You're a cheap date if that excites you," she said.

The muscles in his jaw jumped. "It all excites me. Undressing you, thinking of undressing you. Listening to you breathe excites me."

"How about this?" She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. It fluttered to the floor, landing on top of the silk blouse and the skirt.

"Jesus," Nick muttered. He curled his hand around her breast and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling so strongly his cheeks hollowed.

"Oh!" Kay had been feeling so smug and so in control, but all of a sudden, the control left her in a whoosh. She clutched his head, fire shooting from her breast to her sex. Her legs could barely hold her up.

"Okay, that's it." Nick picked her up, strode the few steps to the bed and laid her down. Jacket, shirt, tee shirt, boots, socks, briefs, jeans. All dropped to the hotel carpet in seconds. His hard penis bobbed, already shiny. He closed his eyes, opened them again, gaze fierce. "God, you're beautiful."

"So are you." He was. The epitome of male beauty. Broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, strong thighs, and what was between them … wow. She curled her fingers in a come to me gesture.




       
         
       
        
His face lightened and one side of his hard mouth lifted. "I thought you'd never ask. But first … "

He slid her lace panties down her legs slowly. Down her thighs, knees, ankles and threw her panties over his shoulder.

"At one point, we're going to have to treat our clothes better."

"Yeah," he answered. "When I get a little less worked up at the thought of having you. Maybe in about a hundred years. And speaking of being worked up … "

He climbed onto the bed, covered her body with his.

"Yeah?"

He kissed her while spreading her legs with his own hairy thighs. "I'm afraid that's it for foreplay. It has to be now, otherwise I'm going to explode."

"Now, Nick," she whispered, watching him closely, seeing the moment his eyes lit up.

He entered her immediately, one long, deep stroke. He didn't use his hands, but he didn't need to. Kay had had more than one lover who'd needed to stuff themselves inside her. Not Nick. He slid in, and he found her more than ready.

He lay his head next to hers on the pillow, mouth next to her ear. Cupped her hips. "Now." And started moving so strongly, the headboard beat against the wall in a pounding rhythm.

Kay closed her eyes, concentrated on where they were joined, feeling him thrusting so hard and fast inside her, and surrendered almost immediately to her climax. The pressure was almost too much to bear, so much heat, that slick rhythm that echoed her pounding heart-she erupted with a cry, holding him so tightly to her.

Nick bucked and moved in her even faster, harder, then held himself deeply inside her, grinding, groaning as he came, too.

Long minutes went by as she slowly came back into herself, drifting back down to earth. Who knew where she went when she had an orgasm with Nick? She had no idea. Somewhere really nice, though.

Coming back to earth was always a jolt. Nick's heavy body crushing her so that she had to consciously expand her lungs to breathe. Her sex and thighs were damp and the smell of sex was sharp in the air. Her knees fell to the sides, her arms dropped down to the mattress. She had no strength left.

"Whoa." Nick lifted his head. "That was fast."

"But furious." She smiled.

"I'll make it up to you once I eat something. You were saying something about room service when I walked in."

"There's nothing to make up for." Kay made a real effort and lifted her hand to caress one sharp cheekbone. "But yes, I did order room service. Steak and salad. And it should be arriving right about-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Now. There's a robe on the armchair. Can you put it on and open the door? I'm going to take a quick shower." 

"Sure." Nick rolled easily out of bed, found the bathrobe, walked to the door.

Kay hoped the room service meal would be good. Considering she was going to leave Nick tomorrow morning.



Deja vu. The next morning, Kay slipped out of the hotel room like she had … what? Only a couple of days ago? Was that possible? It felt like a lifetime ago. So much had happened, everything was different and yet here she was, slipping away from Nick. Again.