His gaze traveled back to Amanda, who was removing her coat. His pulse pounded beneath his skin, and he worked to calm down. He wanted her too much. “Your roommate works on Saturday nights? That sucks for her.”
“Not always, but I guess she is tonight. Or maybe she had plans. I really don’t know.” Amanda smiled. “Hey, we have the place to ourselves. That’s what matters.” She took his leather jacket from him and hung it in a closet by the front door, then turned to him. He let his eyes run over her again as she stood there in a formfitting white sweater over navy leggings and knee-high brown boots. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and her face looked a little flushed. She smiled at him again and her eyes, so blue, sparkled at him. She had that thing—it just flattened him. . . . She was laidback, easygoing, yet drop-dead sexy at the same time. Jesus, this woman had him in knots. His heart rate started its slow climb again.
She smoothed her hands over her hips, blushing as she said, “So . . . what now?”
Warmth flooded him. He held out a hand. “C’mere, mi reina.”
Her brows puckered as she asked, “What’d you call me?”
“Mi reina.” His smile turned seductive. “My queen.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened a bit as she stepped to him and slipped her hand into his. “I . . . like the sound of that.”
“It fits you.” He pulled her gently to the couch and they sat. His heart started beating in heavier, harder thumps as he gazed at her. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You okay?”
“Completely.” She smiled at him and he smiled back. “You said something,” she murmured, “about ten different ways . . . ?”
Her voice was as sexy as her gaze from beneath her lashes, both hungry and challenging. It made his cock twitch in his jeans. “I believe I did.”
“Can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”
“Then I best get started.” He leaned down and unzipped her boots, one and then the other, and slid them off her legs. Then he grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Relishing the look in her eyes, a combination of surprise and desire, he eased her down onto him, spreading her legs to help her straddle him, settling her open thighs along his. “Ahhhh.” He slowly ran his hands up her legs, leaving his hands on her hips as he looked into her eyes. “That’s better.”
Her arms snaked around his neck as their gazes locked. “Well, hello,” she said, smiling as she edged closer. His breath stuck in his lungs as she pushed down gently, positioning herself until the warm core of her settled on his erection. The position was intimate, raw . . . wicked. His hips lifted a bit to grind into her and her breath caught.
“You like that?” he whispered.
She nodded and licked her lips. Blood flushed her skin, spreading from her chest, up her throat, into her cheeks. Her fingertips played in the back of his short hair.
“Tell me,” he whispered, husky and low. “Tell me what you like . . . what you want.... Don’t be shy tonight, mi reina.” He ground into her again, a little harder this time, and she let out the tiniest squeak. He watched her eyes darken with lust, felt her searing heat against his cock, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head.
“I like when you call me that,” she revealed in a whisper. “And I won’t be shy.”
He leaned forward to take her mouth with a deep, commanding kiss. His fingers sifted through her silky hair, and she pressed herself against him as their kiss flared, a red-hot collision of want and need. They kissed hungrily, recklessly . . . like restraints had vanished and they were free at last to dive into each other. His arms banded around her as her hands ran over his hair, the planes of his face, his shoulders. She sighed into his mouth and it nearly undid him; his whole body burned whenever she did that.
He held her slowly undulating hips; she cradled his head as their tongues tangled. They wrapped around each other, holding each other close, and the kisses intensified, deepening as the minutes fell away. His hands glided along her lower back, sliding down to grab her ass. When he realized what he was feeling—no panty lines, but there, the tiniest bit of fabric . . . he groaned into her mouth. “Jesus,” he managed. “You’re wearing a thong?”
She flashed a triumphant smile of sin and seduction as she ground against him, circling her hips in a wanton way that made him almost dizzy. He kissed her hard, wanting to possess her, claim her, own her. He thrust his tongue in her mouth with the same rhythm as his hips beneath her. His fingers dug into her lush hips, gripping her ass tighter as he held her in place, letting her feel how rock hard he was. They kissed and rocked and fell into the abyss together.
He pulled out of the kiss to trail his open mouth along her neck, licking, kissing, taking little nips that made her suck in her breath and purr. His fingers slipped beneath her sweater to touch her skin, velvety soft and so warm. “Amanda . . .” he whispered against her skin. “Baby, you feel so good.” As if in answer, she ground herself into him harder and he groaned. His hips met hers, rocking back against her as they kissed. He was lost in her, lost to nothing but sensation, and he welcomed it.
She leaned back enough to pull her sweater over her head and toss it aside. As his eyes feasted on the sight of her, he dropped kisses everywhere he could reach. His hands slid up the sides of her rib cage, savoring every inch, before moving around to cup and caress her breasts through her lacy pale pink bra. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing her, licking her, touching her. “So goddamn gorgeous.”
She smiled at him, luminous, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “So are you.”
Vaguely aware of her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt and spreading it wide open, he reached around to unhook her bra and let it fall away from her body. He drew a deep breath at seeing her fully exposed to him for the first time. Her breasts were perfect, she was perfect. With a low grunt, he lowered his head to draw her nipple into his mouth. She gave a soft cry as he sucked and nipped, her head lolling as her back arched, giving herself over to him. Her greedy hands swept across his chest, his shoulders, as his fingers dug into her hips to grind her against his cock again. Even through his jeans, he could feel her heat. A breathy moan floated out of her as she rocked against him, meeting him in a building rhythm heavy with tension and need.
“You . . .” She gasped, looking down at him through eyes clouded with pure lust. “You’re staying all night, right?”
“Yes,” he said, nipping at her chin. “Hell yes. Why?”
“Because I’m close already,” she panted. “Too close . . .”
He grabbed her hips and ground her pelvis into his again, hard and merciless. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her short nails biting into his skin. “I’m not kidding,” she whispered.
“Good.” He let her set the pace, find the sweet spot and work it. Natural rhythm kicked in and took over; he watched her face as her eyes closed and her lips parted, as her heavy breaths turned into soft moans. Her urgency drove his desire higher, and it was burning hot, making him sweat. He met her sinuously rolling hips with his own, rocking against her, kissing her skin, savoring the scent of her, learning her.
He’d suspected she’d be passionate, but this was better than he’d dreamed. She was on fire. He held her tight and enjoyed the ride. They moved together, wrapped around each other, simulating sex, shameless and dirty and needy and panting.
“Nick,” she gasped. “Oh, God . . .”
“Go with it, mi reina,” he whispered against her lips. She moaned, low and throaty. His arms banded around her as he kept moving against her, rubbing into her damp heat. The friction was so good, almost unbearable. “You’re so fucking hot.” He dipped his head and licked up the column of her throat, tasting her. “I wanna watch you come for me. Let go. Come hard.”
She broke apart with a lusty shout, riding him, grinding into him, moaning as her hands splayed against his chest. Listening to her moan with her head thrown back in ecstasy and watching her climax while
he held her . . . it was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a very long time. Passion and need seared through him, making him so hard it almost hurt. The blood racing through his body had all pooled south, and he was as feverish as she was. But he tried to breathe deeply; he had to wait. He wanted to come inside her, not his jeans.
Panting hard, she finally fell against him, her heavy breaths hot against his neck. He rubbed her back and kissed the side of her face. “That was fun. And hot. You’re so beautiful, Amanda.”
“Ohhh, my God. That was . . . damn, I came too fast,” she said with a laugh.
“No, you didn’t. We just got that fast and furious one out of the way.” He pushed her hair away from her dazed eyes and kissed her, long and sweet. Then he gingerly lifted her off him to lay her on her back across the couch. She was boneless, sated, and smiling, her gorgeous blue eyes locked on him. “I need to get these jeans off.”
“Good, because I want more,” she said between gasps for air. “I want you inside me. I need to feel you fill me.”
“So soon? You sure?”
“Yes. Now.”
Grabbing for the plastic bag on the coffee table, he got out the box of condoms and ripped one free of the strip. His eyes raked over her, lying there half naked and watching him, her cheeks and chest flushed pink and her sweet lips parted, curving into an admiring smile. Her body was all sweet curves and pale perfection. Christ, she was beautiful.
But he pulled her up to a sitting position. “Do you really want me to take you here on the couch?” he asked. “I mean . . . maybe we should lock ourselves in your room, in case your roommate comes home.”
“Good point. Never know.” She bit down on her bottom lip, then giggled and shook her head. “Come on!” Rising quickly, she practically ran. Condom in hand, he followed her to the last room at the end of a short hallway. They didn’t even turn on the light as they quickly shucked the rest of their clothes. She peeled off her leggings and said, “Hey. Officer.”
As his already opened shirt fell to the floor, his eyes met hers. She grinned wickedly and put her hands on her hips. She stood there almost naked . . . except for a scrap of pale pink lace. She did a little turn, showing off the thong completely. She even wiggled her ass a bit for his benefit. “You like it?”
The sight of her standing there wearing only that tiny piece of sexy fabric made him groan like a hungry animal. “Fuck yes, I like it. But . . .” He went to her and peeled it off her body, his fingers trailing down the soft skin of her legs. As he bent down, he nuzzled her thighs with his face. He sank to his knees, licking and kissing her incredibly smooth skin, reaching around to cup and squeeze her ass with both hands. “Now I’m even happier.” Her fingers twisted in his hair. He could smell and taste her arousal. As he lapped at her and she moaned again, his whole body surged with a fresh wave of eager lust and aching need.
“Take me to bed,” she gasped out.
Standing, he shoved off his jeans and boxer briefs. His rock-hard cock sprang free. She licked her lips and her eyes widened as they focused on it. “That’s what felt so damn good. I could’ve rocked against that all night.”
“Let’s go for it.” With a lustful groan, he reached for her and they fell onto her bed, a tangle of naked limbs as their mouths crashed in a searing, consuming kiss. Their greedy hands roamed over each other as they kissed, desperate and hungry.
“I need to touch you,” she said. “I mean, I want to touch you everywhere . . .” Her hands traveled over his shoulders, his bulging biceps, his smooth chest. The man was like a damn sculpture. She’d never been with someone so built in her life, and she wanted to savor his physical beauty. But she also wanted to please him, to give him some of the earthshaking pleasure she’d quickly stolen on his lap.
“Then go ahead and touch me,” he said huskily against her neck, biting her earlobe as his hands closed over her breasts. “I want you to touch me everywhere. Do it.” His hot mouth was everywhere. “Take what you want, baby. I’m all yours.”
Sweet Jesus, when he talked like that . . . Her tummy gave a little flip as a new surge of wetness pooled between her legs. She kissed him as her hands skated down over the length of his smooth back to rest on his perfect ass. Jesus, his tight, rounded ass was a work of art. She squeezed it in full appreciation, pressing him down to grind his impressive erection against her. He groaned softly, then louder when her hand slipped between them to curl around his thick shaft. God, he was big.
As he kissed her neck, his hips rocked into her hand. He whispered dirty things in her ear as his hands squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was panting along with him. She felt a little dirty and a lot wild, and she loved every second of it.
One of his hands moved lower and he slipped a finger inside her. “Christ, you’re so wet. You are ready again.”
“Told you,” she said. They kissed and stroked each other and panted and moved. “See, you don’t have to wait. So don’t. Don’t wait.”
“Mmmm . . .” He added a second finger and slid them inside, drawing out a long, throaty moan from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait?” he asked. His eyes danced as he teased her, and her heart nearly beat right out of her chest.
“No, I don’t want you to wait.” Her voice came out all high and breathless. Her hips circled, straining for more, as he worked her.
“No?” He smiled, pure sin, as he lightly brushed her clit with his thumb. Her back arched right off the mattress as she moaned. He dropped his head to kiss her neck. “Tell me what you want, mi reina,” he whispered in her ear, licking her skin, scraping with his teeth, making her crazy with lust. His voice, his words, his breath, his scent, his hands and mouth on her body . . . she’d never been this turned on in her whole life. He kissed her and commanded against her lips, “Tell me.”
“I need you inside me now,” she gasped out. “Take me. Now. Please . . .”
He grabbed the condom from where he’d dropped it on the bed and hastily got it on. With another deep kiss, he rolled on top of her and positioned himself. The tip of his cock teased at her entrance, sliding along the wet length of her, making her whimper as a long shudder racked her body. Her hands slid from his shoulders down his back to his ass, and she grabbed at him to push him in.
Finally, he slid inside her with a strong thrust. The feel of him filling her was the sweet relief she needed. Her insides welcomed him as he sank into her and they moaned together.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped. “Jesus, Amanda . . .”
Her legs wrapped around him as her hips lifted to draw him deeper inside. She moved with him, the delicious friction dizzying, the tension building. “Harder. Go harder.”
He growled against her skin, biting her neck as his hands clutched at her hips. Her entire body shuddered beneath him as she moaned. He pulled out, almost all the way, then slammed back into her, buried to the hilt. She cried out and clutched his shoulders to hold on. He did it again, and again, until she begged him to go faster. They panted as they moved together, wrapped tightly around each other, rocking in a hard, primal rhythm. Her moans seemed to only spur him on as he thrust faster, harder, again and again. She held on and let the incredible flood of feeling course over her and sweep her away.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he bit out. “I can’t, baby. Tell me you’re close?”
“Yes.” She saw the muscles in his neck and shoulders stand out as he strained over her, then met his eyes, so dark they were black. “Don’t hold back—let go.”
“Come with me,” he panted. “I want to feel you come with me.”
It was as if his guttural command made her snap. Gripping his shoulders, she cried out as the orgasm hit, the waves of sensation battering her, making her body go taut and her mind go blissfully blank. As soon as she went over the edge, he did too. He groaned loud and low as his body tensed, his broad frame stiffening in her arms. She rocked her hips to draw out his climax and his lusty moans made her buzz with elati
on. Feeling him lose control, knowing she had the same devastating effect on him he’d had on her, made her feel sexy and powerful. It was exhilarating, a heady rush like nothing she’d ever felt.
Slowly, his mouth sought out hers and he kissed her, lingering to sip from her lips while they tried to catch their breath. They both panted as if they’d run a race, and their bodies were coated in a light sheen of sweat. His head dropped into her neck as he carefully withdrew from her body.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered into her skin. “Jesus, Amanda . . .”
“Thank you for that,” she murmured into his ear.
He lifted his head to look at her, his amused grin making that dimple show. She kissed it quickly, unable to help herself, and he chuckled. “You’re thanking me?”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling back. “When someone takes you like that, I think thanks are in order, no?”
He laughed and hugged her, his warm, dark eyes twinkling as he dropped a kiss on her mouth. “You’re welcome, then. And thank you too. I’m still recovering here.”
They lay side by side for a minute as they floated back to earth. She reached for his hand, wanting contact, and he didn’t hesitate to intertwine their fingers. It made her heart give a happy little flutter. He lifted their joined hands to his lips, kissed the back of her hand, then pulled away from her to rise from the bed. “Let me just go take care of this, clean up . . .” His deep voice was rough and ragged, and she loved it. “Bathroom?”
“Second door on the right,” she said, studying his insanely gorgeous body from behind as he left the room. Light from the hallway lit up his silhouette. There wasn’t an extra ounce on him; it was all tight muscle, like pictures in magazines. He was a goddamned Adonis. Lucky, lucky her.
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