Except...I was pretty sure Manhattan could see back inside.
“Nick—what are you doing?” I gasped, trying to turn back around.
He didn’t let me. In fact, he used the opportunity to secure my wrists with one hand, as the other reached under my dress and ripped off my panties.
“Something I should have done five cups of coffee ago,” he murmured, unzipping his pants as he anchored himself behind me. “Don’t worry—I intend to rectify that right now.”
My eyes widened in sudden panic as I looked at the pedestrians walking on the sidewalk below. From all the way up here, they looked hardly bigger than ants—but I was still gripped with the sudden fear that they could see me, just as easily as I could see them. Nick’s building had always attracted a ton of attention, simply because he lived in it. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t breeze out of the lobby, only to see some wishful fan staring up with binoculars.
“Nick, they can see—”
My voice cut off with a sharp cry, as he slammed into me. For a moment, I almost lost my balance completely. If it hadn’t been for his hand—gripping onto a fist of my hair—I’d have fallen right over.
“Let them see,” he panted, timing out each word with the relentless pounding of his hips. “It’s what they want, isn’t it? To see my future bride...”
I couldn’t answer. I could hardly even stand.
It didn’t seem possible that one man could move with such speed, such force. I hardly had time to recover from one thrust, before I was knocked senseless by another. Like everything else Nick did...it was right there on the line.
A little more—would have had me screaming. A little less—wouldn’t have had me screaming enough.
My head jerked back as he gave my hair a sudden tug, lowering his lips down to my throat with a deep, sultry kiss. A little smile crept up his face at the sound of my accompanying moan, and one hand snaked into the front of my dress
.
Shameless as ever, he pinched my nipple. Hard. When I tried to tug my wrists free to stop him, he pinched even harder.
“Don’t...” I gasped for breath, bracing against the window with a silent prayer that we wouldn’t fall right through. “Don’t make me fight you again...”
A low chuckle rumbled deep from within his chest, echoing out into that sparkling laugh I knew and loved so well. “I thought you’d already learned that lesson. I’m unbeatable.”
His hand snaked lower, leaving a trail of popping buttons in its wake. As his fingers dipped between my legs, I dropped my head back onto his shoulder.
“And yet...you were the one caught begging.” I bit down on my lip to stifle a groan. “As I predicted you would be.”
All at once, the pounding stopped. The delicious pressure building up inside me took a momentary pause, as he released my hips and spun me around to face him.
“You’re right.”
The next thing I knew, I was up in the air. The floor flew out from under me, as he swung me like a doll over his shoulder and started heading for the couch. I stifled a scream and wrapped my arms around his waist for balance—imagining that I saw a glint of binoculars out of the corner of my eye.
“But I remember something else.” He dropped me down on the couch with little to no ceremony, and kicked off his shoes. “We were going to see if I could make you beg as well...”
That was the only warning I got.
“Holy fuck!”
I glanced down, but his head was already between my legs. One hand was wrapped around my inner thigh, as the other pressed against my stomach—anchoring me down.
There really was no describing it.
My back arched of its own accord, and my eyes squeezed shut as tight as they both would go. Little shocks of pleasure burned underneath my skin, like I was caught in some kind of electrical storm—with no end in sight.
His pace was relentless. Too fast to be possible. Too perfect to be real.
Like some sort of devilish paint brush, his tongue swirled around and around. Kissing whenever possible. Biting whenever possible. Sending me into some kind of fit with the slightest gesture. When he released my leg long enough to slide two fingers inside me, I lost my mind.
“Please,” I breathed, tugging on his hair, “get up here. Get inside me.”