Sexy Jerk(36)

Actually, it thrills me.

The twins come to mind, and the precariousness I was feeling when I was seventeen that I thought I had buried. Maybe it was under the surface, but perhaps it could never really be suppressed.

The truth very well could be that I'm just a dirty, dirty, girl.

And I've never been willing to admit it . . .

Until now.





Tess

WITH EACH STEP I take, his words echo in my head, 'You're different.'

I want to know why.

How?

But at the same time, I don't want to know. The thought of what the answer might be terrifies me. He terrifies me. Am I like him? Is he like me? Is he different too?

With way too many unanswered questions in my head, I find myself in the doorway to his bedroom, staring at his luxurious bed with its masculine wooden bed frame and majestic four posts.

I want what he wants.

So why am I fighting it?

My bag is beside me, and I grab it. Once I walk to the bathroom, I set it down, and open it. That's when I pull out both pieces of lingerie.

Red or black?

I can't decide.

I hold the red one up and look in the mirror, and then I set it down and hold the black one up.

"Did you change your mind about the drink?" His husky voice fills the large space.

Startled, I jump a little and slowly turn toward him. "No. I just thought I'd slip into something more comfortable before we . . . talk."

Leaning against the doorframe, he stares at the item in my hand. "Having a hard time deciding?"

I stare at him through the reflection in the mirror, and for some reason, another flutter of nerves awakes in my belly. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am." 

"Would you like my opinion?"

I shake my head. "No, I think I can decide which one to wear."

He crosses the distance between us rather quickly. And then he's behind me. The heat of him presses against my back, and his hot breath whispers across the back of my neck. "I like the black one."

Wadding the fabric up into a small ball, I fist it in my hand, and look at him in the mirror once again. "I'll take that into account."

Nick slowly slides his hands under my sweater. "Good," he breathes and then even slower he pulls my sweater over my head. "I like when you have an open mind."

As soon as the cool air hits me, my breasts swell and my nipples peak.

Nick isn't done yet though. His hands slide down to my hips, and he grips them, gently pulling me back against him so I can feel the hard, rigid length of his arousal against my bottom.

Our eyes are locked in the mirror and I watch him as he sweeps my hair off one side of my neck to allow his hot lips to brush over my ear. "You're driving me crazy," he confesses.

His words elicit a moan of pleasure from me, and I grind myself against his erection. "Maybe I like driving you crazy."

Still looking at me, he trails light kisses down my neck. "I'm sure you do."

His touch sends a thrill coursing through my body.

Slowly, he slides his hands down to the zipper of my jeans, and even more slowly he unzips them, and pulls them down.

I step out of them, goose bumps rising all over me as I stand in nothing but a pair of frilly old panties.

His hands move to my hips, and cool air whispers between us as he steps back a little. I follow his sizzling gaze and watch the fire burn in his eyes, as he slides those deep blues down my body and then back up. "You're so sexy."

Anticipation and arousal are all I can feel, and I don't say a word in a response.

He steps closer again, and his heat now blazes against my back. With his hard-on prodding against me, he cups my naked breasts.

I sigh, and rest my head against his shoulder. Ripples of desire unfurl low in my belly as he plays with my breasts, kneading them, stroking them, and pinching them into hard points. I thrust into his touch, his name falling from my lips in a breathless whisper while he pumps his hips in rhythm with my own movements.

"Your mouth," he growls.

I turn my head at his demand and my lips instantly meet his. Wrapping an arm around his neck, I open my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. He kisses me with deep, slow abandon. I gasp as he pinches my nipples. His growl of satisfaction rumbles into my mouth and he coasts a hand down my stomach and over my panties. And then he rubs his fingers over them, and I think I'm the one who will surely go crazy.

When Nick discovers they are soaked with evidence of my arousal, he pulls back from our kiss. His eyes are low lidded with his own desire. "Follow me," he orders.

I swallow. "Okay," I reply, and that's when I realize I'm still holding the lingerie pieces in my hand. I drop them to the ground. I think I'll save that for another day when my indecisiveness can be cleared up much easier.

Step by step we go, him back, me forward. We move like this-a predator and his prey. He is close. So close. He takes one last step to the foot of the bed and his expression shifts from amusement to something more lustful, darker. When he stops, he tugs me to him. We are chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip and when he presses into me, his cock nudges the naked flesh of my lower belly.