While she was still gawking at what class he possessed, Nick leaned his head out of the shower. “Oh, good. You’re up.” And with that, he disappeared again.
When he leaned out, Nixie yelped and jumped to the side. Her hip banged against his dresser and tipped over a photo. She quickly fumbled to straighten it, giving the shower door a dirty look. Cripes. She was naked. What was he thinking, leaning out and looking at her?
With a groan, she rolled her eyes. Last night, he’d explored every inch of her anatomy. Hiding at this point was just childish. Setting her shoulders, she marched to the shower and knocked on the glass door. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded.
The shower door opened again and Nick peered out at her. “Get in,” he finally said after silently eyeing her.
Nixie stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “What?”
“I’m having trouble hearing you over the water. If you want to talk, get in instead of freezing that cute little ass off.”
She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know if I’m freezing?”
Nick reached out and gently pinched one of her nipples. “Your nipples are hard,” he said with a laugh.
Nixie slapped his hand away but felt an undeniable tug of excitement in her belly. She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Are you serious?”
Nick gave a casual shrug. “Why not? You can say what you need to say and we can both get clean in the process.”
Nixie hesitated for a moment. He made so much sense. Damn it. Finally, she grumbled. “Fuck it. Why not?” With that, she unclipped the necklace, put it on the counter, and climbed into the shower, nudging him out of the spray of the water.
Nick gave a chuckle as she monopolized the space below the showerhead. “Shares well with others,” he commented teasingly. “And has the vocabulary of a true lady.”
Nixie couldn’t help but grin. “No shit,” she said with a giggle. After a pause, she added, “Hand me the shampoo.”
He did as she asked, holding the bottle out.
Nixie eyed the fancy bottle suspiciously. “You probably spent more on your shampoo than I did my car.”
Nick gave her a sly grin. “Probably.” He popped the cap and squeezed some into her palm. “Welcome to the life of the privileged.”
“I better not get too used to it,” Nixie said, lathering it through her hair. “I’ll never want to go back home.”
“Then don’t,” Nick retorted. After the comment left his mouth, he looked flustered.
Nixie frowned in puzzlement, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. “Nick…” She looked up at him to find his eyes glued to her breasts as the bubbles from the shampoo slid down them.
He glanced up, saw her pointed stare, and had the decency to blush.
With a huff, she snatched up the body wash and began vigorously scrubbing her skin. “Nick, what do you want from me?” She gave him a helpless look. “I just…what do you want?”
“Honestly?” he whispered huskily.
Nixie bobbed her head, waiting for him to up and break her heart with some callous comment. She would understand his distrust of her after the circumstances of last night, but it would still sting.
“I would really, really like for you to suck my dick.”
Nixie blinked in surprise. The request was so simple, so honest, that it made her laugh. “That,” she said with a crooked grin. “That I can do.”
* * *
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Nick mentally kicked himself. What kind of request was that? What sort of asshole came out and made such a blunt request?
Then Nixie started laughing, and he thought he would die of mortification.
To his utter surprise, she then agreed to his off the wall request and dropped to her knees in front of him. So the laughing wasn’t cruel mocking. She genuinely found him amusing.
Nixie’s mouth closed over him, and he let out a low moan.
He was still partially soft, so she fit him entirely in her mouth. Within seconds of her sucking, he was extraordinarily hard.
Nixie went at him with an impatient rhythm, sucking and licking as if she wanted instant gratification. She just might get it if she wasn’t careful.
“Whoa…Nix…” He had to swallow back a howl of delight. “Babe…slow down. You’re gonna make me…”
She either wasn’t listening or didn’t care. Instead of slowing down, she added to what she was doing. Her left hand slid up his leg and she squeezed his testicles while her right hand wrapped around his base. She began pumping up and down along what she couldn’t fit comfortably in her mouth.
This time, he tried shifting away from her. “Nix!” He sucked in a gasp as she flicked her tongue over the head of him, completely ignoring his plea.
When he tried to pull away, she grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, shoving his erection deep into her throat. She continued to slide her fist around him while her mouth twisted as much of him as she could, her tongue swirling in a pattern that was driving him crazy.
He could feel his orgasm approaching, but could do nothing to stop it.
She wouldn’t let him. She had him at her mercy. She attacked him with a vigor that had him seeing spots.
When he was nearly to the point of insanity, orgasm hit him in a blinding explosion of sensations. Nick buried his hand in her hair and groaned in delight.
* * *
Nixie heard his primal growl, felt his hand bury deep in her hair, his fingers pressing against her scalp. A moment later, her mouth was filled with warm, salty liquid. She did her best to swallow it, but was silently grateful to the shower for washing away anything she missed.
She continued to suck and lick at him until she was sure he was completely finished and every drop of liquid was gone. When she was certain that he was done, she sat back on her heels and stared up at him.
He had his eyes closed and was working on catching his breath.
Nixie smiled, feeling satisfied with the job she’d done. A frown touched her lips at that. Sure, she’d done well, but why did she do it? She’d entered the room with the intention of tracking down her clothes and leaving. Instead, she’d once again fallen victim to Nick’s charms.
Shame on him. He was corrupting her, turning her into a sex-crazed maniac. Climbing huffily to her feet, Nixie stared daggers at him, waiting for him to open his eyes.
He slowly peeked them open and jumped in surprise at her expression. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Where did my clothes go?” Even she was surprised when her tone came out as practically a snarl. She felt a stab of irritation at the look of relief that crossed his face.
“I gave them to the maid to have washed.”
Nixie blinked at him in shock, the aggressive look wiped clean off her face to be replaced with disbelief. “You sent my clothes away?” She quickly recovered and made an agitated huff. “What am I supposed to wear?”
Nick surveyed her thoughtfully. “Personally, I think you look pretty good as is.”
Her eyes narrowed even more. “I am not running around naked all morning.”
He gave a cute, boyish pout as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against his slick chest. “It’s quite convenient for sex, though.” He leaned down and kissed behind her ear.
Nixie almost melted into a puddle but stood her ground. She couldn’t fall victim to him again. Her heart would never survive it. She was doing herself a favor by getting out before she fell too hard for a man she could never be with. “Who said we’re going to have sex again?” Her voice was a challenge and she raised her eyebrows at him.
“What kind of gentleman would I be if I was to satisfy my own needs and leave you aching with desire?” he whispered into her neck.
Nixie tried to stop herself, but couldn’t help running her hands along his chest. “Who says I’m aching with desire?” she asked weakly.
Nick slid his knee between her legs, rubbing his thigh against her.
She whimpered, leaning into him against her will.
“That does,” he said with a grin. He grabbed her hips and slid her body further up his thigh. “It would be unfair of me not to pleasure you. Having sex is the only good solution.”
“Is this more sex of the unprotected variety?” Nixie asked pointedly, trying to scare him into releasing her.
“Absolutely,” he groaned, seemingly enjoying the mere thought of it.
Okay. Not the reaction she’d been expecting. She looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes and felt herself relenting, could feel her good intentions slipping away. “It’s a nice thought, but…” She paused with a soft hiss as he rubbed his thigh against her. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be ready again so soon. Surely, it will take…a while…” She trailed off as he pulled her fully against him so she could feel that he was indeed physically capable of pleasuring her at that very moment.