His climax came on like a tidal wave. He convulsed, his shoulders heaving forward as he strained into her mouth. Hot cum sprayed from his cock, bathing her tongue in his essence. It pulsed in concert with his heartbeat, and she swallowed as though she couldn’t get enough.
He reached down and dragged her upright. She stumbled a bit in the close quarters, and he pulled her flush against his body. Water caught in the places where their skin was pressed together, pooling until it overflowed.
“You taste amazing.” She reached up hesitantly, brushing his face with her fingers. The gentle touch was his undoing.
He leaned down and took her mouth in a satisfying kiss. She tasted of his maleness and her own feminine spice. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, mating with hers and mimicking the primal rhythm of sex. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted forever.
The water sputtered when he turned it off, tapering to a steady dribble. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Once she was wrapped up tight, he picked her back up and flung her over his shoulder for the second time that night.
“Don’t throw me out!” She squirmed against her towel prison. “I shouldn’t have crashed your shower without an invitation. I’m sorry!”
Silly girl. As if any man could be angry with a naked, desirable woman inviting herself into his shower. He strode out of the bathroom, careful not to brain her on the doorjamb. There was a trail of water left in his wake, a minor concern. The window unit had lowered the temperature significantly. It still had no effect on his unruly cock, which was already anticipating the next round. Her curves pressed against his skin through the thin towel. It was a buffer, but not nearly enough. Anything between them was too much when all he wanted was to be inside her.
Swinging her right-side up, he cradled her lush body against his chest. “Would you shut up?”
Surprise smoothed the frown lines between her green eyes. She was broadcasting her desire to talk so clearly that he had to appreciate the supreme effort it took her to remain silent. Any makeup she’d been wearing had washed down the drain. Her brown hair straggled around her face, and she was shivering with cold. She was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
She had thrown her white dress haphazardly across his bed in her rush to join him in the shower. He picked it up, intending to drape it over the back of the sofa. She made a whimpering sound when he touched it. It took a moment for him to understand what the issue was, but something in her expression tipped him off.
He pointedly set the dress aside. “You’re not going anywhere tonight.”
Chapter Six
“Are you trying to get in trouble, little girl?” Nicolai’s question was tempered by the lazy circles he was tracing on her bare back with his fingertips.
“Define trouble.” Desiree hadn’t known it was possible to be this satisfied before reaching orgasm. She could still taste the erotic spice of his cum on her tongue. She’d never experienced anything as euphoric as that one moment when she’d known beyond doubt she’d brought this powerful man to climax. It was a complex emotion, the heady sense of control and the humbling realization that he’d allowed her to push him to that point of vulnerability.
“Why are you here?”
“I came to see you.”
His chest vibrated beneath her cheek as he growled. Lounging back against the headboard, he seemed content to have her curl up beside him. He’d changed out his piercings. The new ones were even more enticing than the others. Black metal rings, each with a single bar that bisected the hoops and pierced each nipple to hold the disks in place. She brushed her fingertips across the left one, loving his quick inhalation.
“Did those hurt?”
“At first.” He laid his palm over her fingers and pressed her hand flat against his chest. “Why, are you going to get a set?”
It was impossible to even try and imagine how that would go over with her mother. She pictured herself trying to explain, politely, why there were two lumps in the boob portion of her cocktail dress. The mental image was so ludicrous she had to swallow back a giggle. “I don’t think that would work.”
“So you do play by the rules.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Then why are you here?”
He kept coming back around to that. She wondered what he’d say if he knew. “I started out at a so-called sex club last night.”
Tension rippled across the muscles beneath her cheek. “So-called sex club?”
“I went with a friend. She swore it was an upscale place with plenty of attractive men.”
He might act indifferent, but it was plain he didn’t like hearing that. He rolled her onto her back and braced his weight on his forearms. “And?”
“It was an upscale version of a wet T-shirt contest. I walked in and was informed I had to wear a silly costume and participate in a slave auction if I wanted to stay. The men could wear whatever they wanted and ogle the women like frat boys during rush week.”
He threw back his head and laughed. In the dim light coming from the windows, he looked rough and dangerous, but he was as much of a gentleman as anyone society had labeled that way.
“I left the sex club, got in a cab, and wound up here.”
“Where are those condoms you were flashing around last night?”
She reached over and groped the nightstand until her fingers brushed the little pile of foil packets she’d dumped there earlier. Brandishing one in his face, she felt the thrill of anticipation slide down her spine.
He reared back on his knees, his cock bouncing gently against his abdomen. “You put it on.”
“Why?”
“Because the way you’re going, you obviously need the practice.”
His words made her laugh, but they cut too. He was right. She’d been desperate to have sex. The trip to the sex club had been all about physical satisfaction. When she’d first walked into Jack’s, she had been looking for any attractive guy. Even the beach bum would’ve fit the bill. Then she’d seen Nicolai, and suddenly any attractive guy wasn’t enough.
She ripped open the package and gently rolled the condom over his erection. He quivered beneath her touch, and she could feel his heartbeat in the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. She thought about the night before, when she’d ridden him with such wild abandon. That wasn’t what she wanted tonight.
“Give me what I need, Nicolai.”
His massive body loomed above her in the semidarkness, but his touch was gentle. He cupped the side of her face with one hand and slid the other over her hip to stroke her ass. His fingertips caressed her skin as he lifted her thigh over his hip.
She was already wet, her body desperate for penetration. Still he waited, kneeling and watching her face. The hand on her ass moved lower, teasing as it danced closer to her core. She wriggled her butt, telling him what she wanted.
“Always in a rush, wild girl. I have all night, and I don’t intend to waste it.”
His words made her belly clench with desire. She wanted all night, but right now she wanted him inside her any way she could have him. With a twist of her hips, his fingers grazed her slit.
The contact was barely enough to take the edge off, but Nicolai went rigid. “God, you’re so wet.”
As if he couldn’t help himself, he slid two fingers past her lips and into her slick pussy. Her body softened, begging for more. He began a slow rhythm, sliding in and out as he caressed her from top to bottom. The wet noise filled the room with the promise of fulfillment.
It wasn’t enough to satisfy, only making her want more. She reached out and placed her hands against his hips. Sliding lower, she found the erection bobbing between them. She brushed her fingers along the slick surface of the condom.
Nicolai stilled. “Damn that condom. I want to feel your touch.”
She couldn’t see his face, but he sounded almost disgruntled. “So it’s sort of like slow torture?”
He didn’t answer, growli
ng instead when she wrapped her palm around his shaft and pumped it once. He was already kneeling between her legs. It didn’t take much to tug him closer to her goal. “Don’t make me wait any longer. I know you need it too.”
She whimpered when he pushed inside and slid deep into her channel. He was hard and hot, and she undulated against him, urging him to give her more.
“You are so tight, wild girl. You make me want to lose control.”
A bubble of emotion burst inside her, and she pulled him down for a kiss. He made love to her with his mouth, his tongue echoing the deep thrusts of his cock inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him set the pace and carry her toward completion.
He thrust hard, their bodies making wet sounds as they moved together in an erotic dance. He shifted his angle and drove in again, the tip of his cock sliding across a sweet spot deep inside that made her cry out in ecstasy. Her pussy trembled, tumbling her headlong into orgasm. Her channel bore down on his cock, and he shuddered, groaning as he climaxed inside her.
He pulled out and rolled gracefully to his side. One muscular arm still cradled her against his chest. She felt more cherished in that moment than she ever had. His lips brushed her forehead, and she snuggled closer.
He moved to get up. “I need to take care of this condom.”
“By all means, the faster we get rid of that one, the quicker we can get through the rest of the pile.”
His deep laugh floated behind him in the dim half-light.
She rolled to her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. Social situations were usually pretty cut-and-dried in her world, but she didn’t have any previous experiences with the question of whether to leave or stay after sex. Especially considering the vague relationship status between her and Nicolai. He’d said she wasn’t going anywhere tonight, but what did that mean exactly?
He reappeared, walking casually toward the bed as if he were 100 percent comfortable being buck naked. Of course, if every man had a body like his, clothing would become illegal. Nothing about him was little. He was larger than life with broad shoulders and an abdomen that was rock hard and rugged with muscle. His cock hung heavy between his legs. Even his calves were toned solid. She wouldn’t have been surprised to learn he lifted weights with his toes.
“You’re staring.”
“I like what I see.” She craned her neck back to see his shadowy face, wishing she could glean more from his expression. “Are you going to call a cab?”
“That all depends.” He slid into the bed. “Do you want me to?”
Deciding she had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Desiree snuggled up next to him and thrilled to the feeling of his arms pulling her closer. “No, I don’t.”
“Then I’m not calling a cab tonight.”
Her heart thudded, skipping a beat. She felt as though she’d been handed a stay of execution. One little word could mean a million things. Or more importantly, it could mean one. He wasn’t calling a cab tonight, but he might decide to call one in the morning. All things considered, she wasn’t sure which option was worse.
NICOLAI STAYED AWAKE long after her steady breathing told him she’d fallen asleep. The streets outside the window were as quiet as they ever got. It was long past midnight. Flynn had closed the bar by himself plenty of times before, but never because Nicolai had lost his head over a woman.
She stirred beside him. He picked up a stray lock of dark hair and tucked it behind her ear. In sleep she looked harmless. Two days in her company had proven otherwise. He’d thought he had her figured out from that first moment, but he couldn’t have been further off the mark. She was nothing he’d ever expected.
Her breath whispered across his chest. Having her near brought him more peace than he’d ever thought possible. Even more unsettling, it put impossible thoughts into his head. His life had been fully under control before she’d walked in and changed all the rules.
Restlessness crept over him. Shifting her from his chest to the bed, he carefully extricated himself from her embrace. Getting up was trickier. He didn’t want to wake her when she seemed so at home in his bed.
He stood up as gently as possible and turned to glance back down at the angel who’d somehow fallen into his life. He wasn’t yet sure if karma was being kind or playing dirty. Her confession about trying out a sex club didn’t sit well in his gut. She was lucky she’d stumbled into one of the tamer establishments that catered to people who only thought they wanted to step into something exciting. Nicolai had spent enough time in the seedier areas of Boston to know there were more than a few clubs that catered to a crowd well versed in the callous side of casual sex.
A discarded pair of jeans hung haphazardly off the corner of the sofa where he’d left them before his kitchen shift. He pulled them on, opened the apartment door, and walked downstairs. His bare feet made no noise on the wooden steps. Below, the kitchen was blanketed in silence.
The make table and grill were immaculate. Nicolai wouldn’t have expected less. Logan was a neat freak. More often than not it drove Donal and Flynn nuts, but having a clean cook on staff was a bonus Nicolai could heartily appreciate.
He passed through the kitchen and into the bar. Flynn had remembered to put all the chairs up on the tables so Logan could mop in the morning. The worn wood floor was swept clean of the typical debris. Nicolai had gotten over the preoccupation of going barefoot inside the bar years ago. Sometimes he could hardly remember a time the bar hadn’t been the focus of his life.
He’d bought the place ten days after his naval commission was up. He’d known a career in the navy wasn’t where he belonged. Back then he’d thought to be his own boss, build a nest egg, and eventually start a family.
The jukebox glowed neon pink and orange in its dark corner. Beside it, the piano waited. It was a nice instrument. He’d won it in a poker game during one of his better winning streaks, when he’d still been delusional enough to think the gambling was a nice way to supplement his nest egg.
The rough canvas cover was lined with soft felt that slid like silk over the black lacquer finish of the baby grand. He tossed the cover onto a table and nudged the bench out from under the instrument. Taking a seat, he reverently lifted the lid. The shining white keys reflected the bright colors of the jukebox. Lifting his hands, he exhaled deeply as he settled his fingers on the Steinway.
The weight of the keys was a perfect counterpoint to his hands. The resistance was light, giving way to his control and yielding the perfect sound every time. There was no sheet music guiding his melody. He’d learned to read it at an early age, but he somehow preferred his own creation to the rigid strictures of most musical selections. Here he was free to play as he felt he should, experimenting with both melody and harmony, creating enharmonic inconsistencies that soothed his ragged emotions and brought a baffling sense of peace.
A tingle slid down his spine, and he caught a whiff of wild, feminine passion. Turning, he saw her walking toward him with the bedsheet draped around her curves.
“Don’t stop.”
His fingers slowed on the keys. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She hesitantly perched on the end of the piano bench. “I opened my eyes and you were gone. Then I heard you playing, so I came down. Is that okay?”
She was such an odd mix of bold and insecure. Brash and confident one minute, worried about overstepping the next. She was two women occupying the same space and uncertain which one she wanted to be. His fingers skated through a trill, oscillating back and forth as if to mimic the indecision that seemed to define her.
“Nicolai?”
“Do you want to be here?”
“Yes.”
It gave him a jolt of satisfaction to hear the confident tone in her voice. “Then don’t ask. Just be here.”
“I suppose I spend too much time letting other people tell me what to do.”
“I’d have said otherwise.” He stretched his left hand to reach a long chord that rolled f
rom the bottom to the top in four rhythmic notes.
She twisted her hands in the sheet. “This isn’t my regular life.”
“People will tell you what to do when you let them. Listening to others isn’t a bad thing. You just have to be able to acknowledge your own ability to make choices for yourself.”
“My life isn’t like that.”
“Yes. It is. Your life is what you make it, unless you keep letting someone else make it for you.” He stopped playing and stared down into her eyes. “Be careful who you allow to have control in your life. Sometimes even the people closest to us don’t have our best interests in mind.”
“So if I want something I should just take it?”
Even in the light cast by the jukebox, he could see the devilish gleam in her green eyes. “Maybe I should be more careful with my advice.”
She dropped the sheet. He groaned at the sight of her full breasts and lush hips. His cock sprang to attention behind his restrictive jeans.
“In this case, I don’t think it’d matter which one of us is in control. The end result will be mutually beneficial.” She straddled him, her naked pussy resting against the bulge in his jeans. Cupping his face in her hands, she nipped at his lower lip. Gone was the tentative kiss she’d tried that first time. Hungrily devouring his mouth, she rubbed her tongue alongside his until he was mindless with desire. “This would work so much better if you were naked, Nicolai.”
He shut the piano lid and set her naked backside against the black finish. Her hands rested lightly on the piano to balance her body. The erotic sight sent his self-control into a tailspin. He unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips and onto the floor. His cock was straining toward her as if it had a mind all its own.
Gripping her hips in his hands, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. Their bodies were scant centimeters apart. Gently spreading her pussy lips, he ran two fingers through her slit. “You’re wet for me, wild girl.”
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