My breath hitched.
“Unless you can tell me right now you don’t want me.”
I couldn’t say that, could I?
I could lie, but I couldn’t even get the words out to lie.
“Go on, Quinn. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I wish I didn’t,” I whispered. “I wish I still hated you.”
“I’m going to make you glad you don’t.” He kissed me again, and it was a different kind of kiss all together.
This wasn’t hard.
It wasn’t soft.
It was the perfect mix of just right, of hunger and desire, of pure need. It reflected everything that was flooding through my body right now, and I gripped his arms tightly as he deepened it even further, parting my lips with his tongue.
Heat spread across my skin with goosebumps. My stomach tightened until it was a needy knot of desire, and the way my heart pounded against my ribs terrified me.
He pulled back, looked me in the eye, and said, “Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the house.
“What for?”
“I have something to make up to you, don’t I?”
“You only have one room with heat!”
“Do you wanna drive over to your place and kill the moment or what? Sofas are good, too, you know.” He yanked me inside and shut the cottage door, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.
I shook my head. “Here’s fine.”
“Good.” He finally released me and took off his coat and boots. I’d barely taken mine off when he took my coat from me and flung it on top of his on the floor, but my protest was swallowed by his lips finding mine once again.
We stumbled through to the living room and onto the sofa. Nicholas pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms around me, sliding one hand up to the back of my head to tangle in my hair. His other hand rested on my lower back, fingers splayed, and pinned me against him.
I buried my fingers in his hair and kissed him back with the same fervor he kissed me with. My entire body was alight with need, and whatever ounce of fight that was left in my body completely disappeared the moment I felt his cock hardening against me.
Yep.
Gone.
There was nothing.
No resistance.
No thinking about how much of a mistake this was.
Nada.
Like him… I wanted to rewrite that night.
He slid his hands under my sweater and pulled it over my head, tossing it onto the floor. The hairs on my arms prickled as a light breeze ran over them, but it was swiftly forgotten as he kissed me again. It was all a rush as his sweater disappeared and both our shirts did, and the next thing I knew, we were moving.
Nicholas flipped me over onto my back, keeping his position between my legs. His cock pressed against my thigh when he leaned over me and kissed me. He trailed one of his hands up and down my body, brushing his thumb over my bra cup, teasing me with unclasping it at my back.
I saved him the job and contorted my body so I could reach back and undo it. I had it done in one swift movement, and he laughed against my lips as I took it off and dropped it to the floor.
That’s right. Women are smooth, too.
He moved his way down my body, teasingly. His mouth traveled down my neck, and I gasped when his teeth nicked my collarbone. His hands cupped my breasts as his tongue circled my nipples, and my clit ached.
With need.
Impatience.
Desire.
Nicholas pulled back and kissed down my stomach to the waistband of my leggings. He rolled them down and over my ass, then moved back to take them off entirely so I was in nothing but my underwear.
He returned his greedy mouth to mine and reached between us, brushing his fingers over my underwear. I wanted more, especially when he slid my panties to the side and rubbed his finger over my clit for real.
Oh. Dear. Fucking. God.
I half-gasped, half-whimpered at the touch, and he slid his fingers easily through my wetness, kissing me more deeply until he slowly eased one finger inside me.
Oh, my God.
He moved, never removing his finger from inside me, until his face was between my legs. A second finger joined the first, and he pressed his tongue against my clit.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He toyed with my clit with his tongue, licking and sucking and circling it, while his fingers fucked me at just the right pace. The combination of the two things was intoxicating, and my entire body was on fire. Pleasure built firmly inside me, and I gripped at the sofa cushion as it slammed into me.
I arched my back, but Nicholas pinned my hips down so I couldn’t move away. The orgasm was insane. He’d worked some kind of fucking magic between my legs, and now I was pissed at myself.