Fuck three kisses.
We are so far beyond Nova’s challenge, yet each kiss gets better and better. I can’t get enough of him. I need more.
Leaving the pub, we can barely make it a half dozen steps at a time before our mouths are locked together again. He pins me against whatever is near. Trees. Lamp posts. The sides of buildings. Whatever it takes to keep us upright. We must look like two horny teenagers trying to get in as many kisses as we can before my dad shows up to yell at Nova to get his fucking hands off his daughter. Or Grinder, telling us to get our asses into bed so we can leave at first light.
Fuck only knows how we get back to the hotel with our eyes half lidded and locked on each other. Once there, it’s not even a question of who’s going where. There’s no way Nova is going anywhere other than my room tonight. It’s a message I hope I’m conveying with my lips. So far, he seems to share my desire.
We almost make it back to my room when my back hits the wall next to the door, pressed beneath Nova’s body. His lips are on mine with a growing vigor. Mine answer in kind. Our kisses push the thin line between pleasant and caring and something much more primal and passionate.
Nova breaks our kiss, but he doesn’t move away. His fingers caress and tease my cheeks, trailing across my jawline, then down my neck. Every spot tingles beneath his touch. His hands travel down my sides until they come to rest on my hips. All the while, his gaze never breaks from mine. His eyes searching for an answer only I can give him. “Fuck, Belle. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How you make me feel?”
I hum as I place a hand on his chest. His breathing has become ragged. His heart hammers a frantic beat, matching my own. “What’s the problem, Casanova? Met your match?” I tease.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “My match? When you opened your door, I knew then I’m not even in the same league as you. You fucking consume me.”
“Consume you?”
“Ever since the night in the hot tub, I can’t stop thinking about you. All I want to do is look at you. Touch you. Feel you next to me. When I’m hiking behind you, I can’t see the trail. All I see is that perfect ass of yours, swinging along in front of me.”
I let out a half giggle, half snort sort of sound. “Perfect? This is the ass of a college student who spends more time in the lab or the library than working out. This ass is all coffee and donuts.”
He lets out a low hum. “Is that so?” His fingers drift away from my hips, brushing lightly over my ass cheeks. Half of my brain chants no, no, no, no. The other half is telling that bitch to shut up and enjoy the ride. To be fair, they’re both making excellent points. This night is going so fast, yet it’s so damn right. Nova is so damn right. He takes his time stroking my ass, like he’s still waiting for permission. I press my ass into his hands, making my desire clear. His smile is either pure bliss or wicked trouble. I don’t know which I want more. He lets out a low moan, like he’s savoring a tasty donut himself. “If that’s true, then I need to reconsider my diet.”
I have a sudden urge to get him alone with a dozen donuts just to listen to that moan. Instead, I grab him by the back of his head and pull him closer, my lips pressing into his. A torrent of emotions slams into me. Absolute need and desire flare to life inside of me, an inferno burning from my lips to my chest and down to my aching core. His touch and his kisses are the only things keeping me from burning up. He’s a cold drink of water, and I am parched.
I pull away long enough to get my keycard out of my pocket to open the door. Nova’s fingers and lips continue to perform magic on my body, and it takes three times to slide the damn key in the slot. I bet Nova won’t have that problem.
As the door opens, Nova nips at the nape of my neck, and I go weak in the knees. His hands keep me up, spinning me around so he can kiss me again. Since I’m rubbish at walking backward, I do the only logical thing I can. I climb his body like a monkey, wrapping my legs around his waist, and clinging on for dear life. Pressed against him, I tell how hard he is already. Fuck, he’s going to feel so damn good.
He kicks the door shut behind us and crosses the room, kissing me as we go. When we reach the side of the bed, he sets me down and unbuttons my blouse. It disappears somewhere in the room. I don’t care, because my eyes are glued to his toned, tanned, and perfect abs as his shirt goes missing too.
My hands reach out for him, stroking the hard ridges and planes of his abs, up to his pecs, skimming across his nipples for good measure, and ending at his neck. As I move further onto the bed, I drag him down to me. I need him closer. Need to feel his body against mine. His hands. His lips.
He doesn’t disappoint me. Every touch of his hands is magic. Every kiss he places on my skin is electric. I’m so damn ready, it won’t take much more of this until I’m shattering into a million orgasmic pieces. He caresses my breasts, skimming over the fabric of my bikini. My nipples are already rock hard, but I swear they get harder with every firm rub and delicate squeeze. When his fingers reach for the knot behind my neck, I get an idea. It’s the kind of idea that would put an evil grin on Rachel’s face. The kind that the asshole would have appreciated, but didn’t deserve. Nova, though, he deserves it.
I give him a gentle shove, pushing him back. Confusion crosses his pretty face. “Back,” I command. “Edge of the bed.” I wait for him to move, then add, “Go on. Or I’ll make you watch while I finish myself off.” Nova climbs off the bed as quick as he can, his heated gaze locked on mine. “Hmm . . . Maybe you should lose those pants while you’re down there.” His pants vanish faster than my shirt, and lucky me, they took his boxers with them. Nova’s cock is on full display, erect and glorious. Nova grins as I take him in, his hand drifting down to stroke himself as I lick my lips. Oh, the things I wouldn’t mind doing with that . . . Maybe later, when I don’t have a burning desire to get it inside of me.
I turn around on the bed, but keep my eyes locked with his. I reach behind me, slowly pulling loose the knot holding my bikini in place. His breath hitches as the knot falls away. I suppress a giggle as I untie the knot beneath my shoulders, then toss the scrap of fabric aside. Next, I wiggle out of my pants and underwear, wrapping an arm across my now naked breasts to keep them hidden, as I toss my clothes aside. “So, you like my coffee and donuts ass?” I ask, giving it a little wiggle.
Nova’s grin grows even larger. “Fuck, yes.”
“You mean”—I rise to my knees, spreading them to shoulder-width and pushing my ass back toward him—“this ass?”
“Fuck, Belle. Are you an angel or a fucking demon? I can’t tell.”
“Hmm . . . Maybe you need a better look before you decide.” Nova nods like it’s the best idea he’s ever heard. I return his wicked grin, crossing my arms to cover my breasts while I roll onto my back and lean against the pillows. He watches me with the hunger of a starving man, and I’m all he wants to eat. I uncross my legs, giving him as clear of a view of my aching core as I have of his cock. Nova looks ready to erupt from the anticipation alone. I don’t blame him. I’m right there myself. “See something you like?”
For a moment, he stares at me. When he doesn’t make a move, the butterflies in my stomach turn a little jittery, as old insecurities creep in. Fuck, I know I’m not Rachel-level hot. Are my tits not what he expected? Are there one too many donuts hanging off my waist? Why isn’t he saying anything?
“Perfect,” Nova finally says, so soft it’s almost reverent. No. That can’t be right. No one has ever described me as perfect. Who would? I don’t have the body of a model or an athlete. I feast on cheeseburgers and sodas, not salads and water. The only reason my stomach isn’t spilling over my bikini is all the hiking I do. But when Nova turns his gaze to mine . . . I don’t have words to describe the look on his face. Or maybe I do, but I don’t want to think about those kinds of words. No, I’d rather focus on the hot, steamy, fuck me sort of words written all over Nova’s face. “You are fucking perfect, Belle,” Nova tells me, his hand drifting up my ankle . . . my calf . . . His mouth joins his hands on their journey north, pressing tender, worshipping kisses along my leg.
“Nova.” His name escapes my lips in an impatient moan, begging him to hurry higher.
He chuckles, then nips at my inner thigh, sending a jolt straight to my core.
Holy shit.
“I need . . .”
His fingers stroke higher . . . higher . . . almost . . .
“I need you to . . .”
“You need me to . . .?” His fingers find their mark and I gasp.
My eyes cross as his fingers slip inside of me. “Oh my god.”
As he slides his fingers higher inside of me, my release is so close. I’m ready for it. Need it. I haven’t felt pleasure like this since . . .
Since . . .
No.
Not now.
Fuck.
“Stop,” I whimper, hating myself for saying it.
Nova freezes, then slowly pulls his fingers out.
I glare at the ceiling and let out a furious, growling scream. “Fuck. Fuck. Fucking . . . Fuck!”
I’ve been reduced to stringing together swear words as smart, rational Lizzy has left the building. Along with my orgasm, and any hopes for where this night was heading. My chest is heaving for all the wrong reasons now. I pull back, wrapping myself into a sobbing ball as frustration and anger overtake me. That fucking . . . cunt blocking . . . motherfucker of a prick.
I wait for the bed to spring back. For Nova to get off the bed. To hear him rummaging for his clothes. For the door to slam closed behind him.
That doesn’t happen.
Instead, I find myself wrapped in a blanket. Strong arms hold me tight, like I might disappear if he lets go. I don’t blame him. At the moment, I’m torn between lying here crying, or running in embarrassment.
I don’t know how long we lay there. Nova doesn’t press. He doesn’t try to get things going in the direction my inner sex goddess is still hoping for. In fact, he doesn’t say a word. He lets me cry as long as I need to. Holding me in his arms.
When I finish with a sniff, a tissue appears before me. I take it and wipe the snot running down my face. “Thank you,” I say, my voice ragged and meek. “Not, um, what I was hoping for tonight.”
Nova chuckles as he traces soft circles on my arm. “That was kind of a new reaction for me. Are you all right?”
It’s my turn to chuckle, though there’s more snot in mine. “Yeah. New to me too.”
Nova sighs as he leans his forehead against my shoulder. “I assumed that . . . I mean, I should have asked. But . . .”
I turn over in his arms to meet his gaze. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re thinking.”