Nixon (Raleigh Raptors 1)

Her sigh turned to frustration, and she stepped out of my hands and turned to face me. Her face was taut, her brows knit, and her eyes somewhere between plea and irritation. “I can’t do this.”

“Okay.” I put my hands up and stepped back, only to realize I was already against the damned counter.

“No, I just…” She bit her lower lip as her gaze slid down my chest to my tailored Armani slacks and dress shoes. Then she groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Ijustneedyoutocomecloserorgoaway,” she mumbled.

“What?” I moved a little closer. “Liberty, honey, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

She dropped her hands and glared at me. “I said I need you to pick one. Come closer, or go away, because I’m dying over here, and you look like that!” She waved her hand toward my torso. “And I get that it’s the hormones. I’ve read the pregnancy books. I understand that an increase in…drive is to be expected, but no one in those fucking books had to live with Nixon-freaking-Noble while they were pregnant!”

I tilted my head and studied the quick rise and fall of her breasts, the color rising from her neckline to her cheeks, and the blatant hunger in her eyes. She was turned on. “And my only choices in this scenario are come closer or go away?”

“Going away is probably safer,” she muttered.

“You’re horny.” I grinned.

She scoffed. “That’s a stupid word.” Her expressions shifted about twenty times in that many seconds. “Fine. Yes! But only for you. It’s not like I’m out there scoping out guys. I only want you,” she ended softly.

I took a breath and counted to three while I reminded my dick to behave. It gave me a mental playback of the words I only want you and started throbbing.

“And if I come closer, what’s that going to look like?” My voice dropped.

“What do you want it to look like?” It was nearly a whisper.

Fuck it.

“I want you naked and writhing beneath me.”

Her eyes popped wide, but her lips parted.

“I want to put my hands, my mouth, my tongue on your skin, and I want to watch you unravel.” I moved forward, bringing us inches apart. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come, and then I want to slide so deep inside of you that I’m seared into your memory. And then I want to make love to you, all slow and easy, so I feel you come around my cock, all tight and hot and wet.” I got up in her space, forcing her to tilt her head back to keep eye contact.

Her breaths stuttered.

“And then—” I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every way I know how, and learn a few new ones just to keep you in my bed as long as possible.”

She shivered.

“So maybe it’s not really me who needs to make the choice of coming closer or getting away.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “You’re the one with the choice, Liberty. I’ve always known what I wanted.” My heart slammed out a pounding rhythm as I lifted my head to see her eyes.

She grabbed my tie and pulled me into her kiss.

Our mouths were ravenous, our tongues rubbing and stroking as I tilted her head to take her deeper. I kissed her senseless and lost myself along the way.

I gripped her ass and lifted her against me, rubbing my erection against the thin fabric of her pajama pants that covered her core.

She gasped, then locked her ankles around my waist and slid her fingers into my hair as she kissed me deeper. Harder.

Need, hot and primal, raged between us. I needed her under me. Now.

I carried her up the stairs. “Your room or mine?” I asked when we reached the top.

“Yours.” She nipped at my lower lip. “Wait.” Her head jerked up.

I froze.

“This…doesn’t mean anything.” She shook her head.

“It doesn’t?” I questioned, trying to keep any logical thought in my head while her ass was in my hands.

She shook her head and kissed me again, twisting her tongue around mine and rocking against my dick. Pleasure shot down my spine.

I carried her to the huge, mahogany bed and laid her across the black sheets. “You really don’t want to have the ‘what are we’ conversation?” I asked to be certain.

She sat up and yanked my shirt from my pants. “The only words I want out of your mouth right now are yes, oh my god, and Liberty.”

“Noted.” I ripped off my tie, then lost the dress shirt, my shoes, and socks. Then she reached for my belt, holding my gaze as she slipped the buckle free and unbuttoned my slacks.

The sound of my zipper coming undone shredded what was left of my self-control. We’d been living together for over a month and I’d thought about having her in my bed every single night.