see but he’s gripping me tightly.
There’s power in this—in giving myself to his power. Surrendering to the attraction between us. How long had I wanted to see him like this? Unchained and unfettered, the real Nick below the cool facade.
Anticipation and fear chase one another through my body, reacting to his teasing, to the slow stroke of him, waiting for the delicious sensation of his entry.
And then he’s there. He pushes into me slowly, an inch at a time, his hands on my hips. He’s big, bigger than I’m used to, and I breathe through the overwhelming sensations.
He pauses. “You okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” I take a deep breath and relax into the feeling. I reach back, a hand on his hip, wanting to pull him all the way in. He gives it to me, burying himself to the hilt with a groan.
His hands brace on either side of me as he stills. “Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I feel the same. The fit is too snug, it’s too much, but I think I’d die if he pulled out and left me.
He doesn’t. He starts to move instead and I do my best to hold on, closing my eyes at the delicious invasion. The thrusts are teasing. Slow, deep, controlled. One of his hands slip from its grip on my hip to settle between my legs. His fingers circle in tune to his movements.
I fist my hand blindly in one of the coats on the rack and bite my lip again to keep from crying out.
“God,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”
It’s undeniably true, at least compared to the sheer size of him. I push my hips back to meet his thrusts. The sweet, now-fading pain makes my pleasure build faster, reignited by his hands.
So when I turn my head back to see him, his eyes wild and burning, his hands gripping my hips, the words fall easily from my lips. “Don’t hold back.”
And let it never be said that Nick didn’t obey, not this time. His thrusts speed up. His hands grip until my skin stings, and still, I want him to grip me harder. My hands claw for support against the wall.
His body covers mine completely. The heavy, deep breathing from him echoes my own, driving on my pleasure. This is what I want from him—to see him come apart, to see him undone, for him to lose himself in me.
Just like I’ve been lost in him so many times.
He gives me that. He pumps fast and strong, and I feel powerful and used, and somehow the two strengthen one another rather than detract. His need is palpable and I’m the only thing that can give him relief, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
It doesn’t take long for either of us. The years of irritation and wanting and banter have become a living thing, a fuel to our fire, layering this encounter with more meaning than I’d expected.
Nick pulls me up against his body as his hips work erratically into me. The feeling of him pulsing inside pushes me over the edge. It’s a blaze of glory and sweat and connection, our bodies plastered together, my back to his front.
My heart is still pounding as we come apart. His arms are around me, turning me around, pulling me into an embrace. “You okay?”
I nod against the warmth of his shoulder. “Are you?”
A low, dark laugh. “I doubt I’ve ever been more okay.”
Something giddy and inappropriate dances in my chest. It feels like elation… or perhaps happiness. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“You can’t? I can’t believe we waited so long.” Nick runs a hand over my hair in a gesture that’s more sweet than sensual. This is a side of him I’ve never seen. More disarmed, and less… wary.
“So is this why you came to a Fashion Week event?” I say. “Were you even invited?”
“I’m invited everywhere,” he scoffs. “All it takes is a few phone calls.”
“Mhm.”
“Besides, I couldn’t let you spend all your time with those sycophants out there.”
“My friends, who will probably be wondering where I am.” I rise on my tiptoes and press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. He lets me. “Let’s go. We’re… oh God. I can’t believe we actually did this in a coat closet.”
“You leave first.” He reaches for his clothes. Despite his nakedness and the small room, he looks the picture of control and ease. “I’ll leave in a bit.”
“So concerned with our reputations,” I say.
“Only with yours,” he says. “Now, will this