“Jesus,” I breathed when he finally relented, slowly easing his fingers back out of me.
He chuckled, kissing my neck. “Improvement?”
“Shut up and keep going.” I yanked his mouth up to mine and wrapped my legs around his waist, showing him exactly what I wanted. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”
“I knew you’d want me out of my pants sooner or later.” He sat up and put his hand in his pocket, retrieving his wallet. A little foil condom packet poked out of it, and he pulled it out as he stood up.
He was so fucking handsome. It was almost painful to look at him like this, especially when he pulled his jeans down. My gaze dropped to his boxers. His cock was straining against his red boxer briefs, and my mouth went dry when he pulled them down.
Nicholas rolled the condom over his hard cock and came back to the sofa. My body curled around him almost of its own accord—my feet locked at his lower back, my hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, and my lips found his like they were magnets.
They might have been.
God only knew I couldn’t stop kissing him.
I didn’t think I would be able to now.
He reached down between us and angled his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and I tilted my hips so he’d get on with it.
It wasn’t that long ago I told him this couldn’t happen.
Now, he couldn’t fuck me quickly enough.
What was he doing to me? He was ruining me.
He pushed his cock inside me oh so slowly, and my muscles clenched around him as I moaned into his mouth. His lips curved against mine, and he slowly thrust, dragging his mouth to my ear.
“It’s already lasted longer than last time,” he whispered.
I laughed. “Don’t tempt fate. It could still end badly for you.”
“Quinn, shut up and let me fuck you.”
“Get on with it then,” I said and nipped his bottom lip.
My mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ as he moved. It was fast and firm, and he didn’t let up, not once. His grip on me was tight and it never wavered, even as his rhythm changed from hard and fast to long, slow, teasing thrusts that ultimately gave way away to the faster, more desperate strokes of his cock.
The buildup of pleasure trickled continuously through my body yet again, and this was almost unbearable. It had a firm hold of me, and it never let up, but it always hovered just at the edge of release.
Nicholas dipped his head into my neck and groaned, and the deep, throaty sound made the hairs on my arms stand on end. The combination of the way he moved against me and the rumbling of his groans heightened all my senses until I was aware of everything. Of his hot breath against my skin, of his nails lightly scratching me, of the clenching of my entire body from the waist down and how I couldn’t possibly relinquish any grip on him.
Until he finally tipped me over the edge.
My orgasm washed through me with a vengeance in a heady wave of release, and Nicholas’s groan into my mouth signaled his own.
We collapsed together in a sweaty, exhausted mess, and Nicholas slowly pulled out of me, then removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue from the box on the table. He lay back down on the sofa and pulled me against his body, tugging a blanket from the back of the sofa over us.
“All right,” I breathed as he rubbed his thumb in circles on my hip. “You’ve definitely improved since that night.”
He buried his face in my hair. “Just a little, do you think?”
“Erin told me I should have just fucked you. I’m mad she was right. I’m going to need a minute.”
Nicholas laughed, holding me against him. “Can we go back to your place and get that chili now?”
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m hungry. It’s your fault.”
“Hardly my fault.”
He tilted my head back and brushed his lips over mine. “Entirely your fault,” he countered. “You came back over here. You had to know this would happen.”
“I had no idea. I honestly thought you’d let me go.”
“And I told you,” he murmured against my lips. “I don’t think I can.”
“We’ll see,” I muttered right back. “If you’re going to have that chili, you might as well stay over.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you inviting me to stay the night? Won’t your mom be shocked to see me there tomorrow?”
“My mom hung mistletoe in every room, miraculously made extra food, and cleared the entire family out of the house. I think she’ll be pissed if you’re not.”
“That is a very good point.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
There was a very heavy, very solid body lying next to me, partially draped over me.
I forced my eyes open and blinked at the sunlight glaring through the window. Shit, that was bright.