Sexy Jerk(37)

I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

His lips part when he stares down.



       
         
       
        

I stare up, my own lips parting in their own breathless anticipation.

And then he kisses me again. His warm, sensual mouth working exquisitely over mine. This kiss is fierce. Demanding. Coaxing. Light flecks of his tongue wisp against mine but become harder with each passing moment. Sparks ignite and I swear my leg kicks up. I urge him for more, pushing my body so far into his we might become one.

Breathing hard, he lets me go and steps back.

I watch him with curiosity.

Across the room, he pushes a button and the fireplace flares to life. "Would you prefer wine or brandy?" he asks, still so very far away.

I stare at him in utter disbelief. "How do you do that?"

He dims the lights, but only slightly. "Do what?"

"Go from hot to cold?"

He turns on some soft music. "I take my cue from you, Tess."

"I don't do that."

He throws me a look. "Maybe not with your words, but with your body language you do it all the time."

I draw in a breath of defeat. "If I do, I don't mean to."

After a long-suffering sigh surely meant for show, he says, "It's something for us both to work on. Now, do you prefer wine or brandy?"

Hoping his little lesson is over, and he's ready to resume what he started, I answer his question. "Nothing, thank you." My voice is nothing more than a rasp. "I think I'm good."

And still, he keeps his distance. "Anything else I can get you?"

I consider covering myself, but that would only give him satisfaction. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, what is going on, Nick?" I ask.

"I just want to make certain I get this right. Is this enough romance? Enough game?"

I get it now, and I ignore the teasing taunt in his voice. "Yes," I sigh, and then add, "And I'm sorry about that."

His gaze darkens. "You're sorry?"

"Yes, I am. Now please come back here."

Nick tosses me a wicked grin, and finally he moves closer, but still he doesn't touch me.

"Please."

At that, he takes my head in his palms and his lips make their way down my throat. "See how easy things can be when you're nice?"

I make a noise of irritation mixed with passion.

Nick gives a huff of laughter, and I laugh along with him.

Seemingly moving past our control issues, he silences me with a deep, drugging kiss. When he slides his tongue to my ear, he whispers, "I've been waiting for this all day."

I throw my head back when his mouth moves lower. "Me too." 

He kisses my bare shoulder. "Were you really thinking about this?"

I close my eyes. "Yes."

He kisses my breast. "Tell me what you imagined I'd do to you tonight?"

I shiver in delicious delight. "What you're doing right now."

Nick takes a step forward, and I'm forced to step back. "Were you naked when you thought of the two of us?"

I nod, and stare up at him. "And so were you."

His gaze goes black with heat. "Take your panties off. I want to see all of you," he growls.

I do.

The hissing sound he makes is reward enough for complying without the cheeky banter we both seem so intoxicated by, but the way his fingers press against my now exposed clit, drives me out of my mind.

"Oh God." I slip my hand over his, wanting more than he's giving me.

This apartment is laid out much different than Ethan and Fiona's house, and I know with Nick's door closed, I can be loud and I won't wake Max.

Nick shakes his head and brings our hands to my face, where his thumbs brush over my cheeks. "Patience, beautiful. I plan to take my time with you tonight."

I want to argue. To tell him I need him right now, but just as I open my mouth, he leans down and takes my mouth. I wind my arms around his neck and my fingers in his hair.

Moments later, Nick breaks the kiss, but only to lift me and drop me on my back across the middle of the mattress. "You're so fucking beautiful. Spread your legs, I want to look at you."

With my arms above my head and my hair flamed out beside me, I stare up at him, panting, my whole body on fire as I open my thighs.

His eyes devour me, raking over me as I lay naked across his bed. "Your pussy is perfect. Do you want me to taste some of your perfection?"

My breath hitches, and I nod.

His grin is wicked. "Use your words, Tess. Tell me, you want me to eat your perfect pussy."

"Yes, Nick, I want your mouth on me."

He grabs hold of my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. "That's good, Tess, but how about you make it a little dirtier. Make me believe it."