of distracting you then." He says the words softly, only audible enough for me to hear. And he's somehow slid closer than he was a moment earlier, one hand on my thigh and the other still twined in the end of my hair.
"Do you prefer me distracted?" I chance a glance in his direction, my chest already rising and falling rapidly. His hand has slid up my thigh, his fingers wrapped around my inner thigh. There's a layer of denim between us, but if I didn't know better I'd swear I was naked. I'm positively throbbing for his hand to slide an inch further.
"Very much so." His lips dip to that spot just behind my ear. The spot that seems to have a direct line to my clit. Although to be fair, every spot that Nick touches seems to have this effect on me. "Not that I don't get off discussing spreadsheets with you."
I shoot him a look, unsure if he's teasing but not sure I care. He squeezes my thigh. Gently, just a slight increase of pressure, and I know there is no way we're not seeing this through. I'm going to drag him back to my hotel room and take off his pants.
A moment later we're making out in the backseat in ways I hadn't even dreamed up yet in high school. When Nick raises me off his lap far enough to slip his wallet from his pants I pause, disoriented and high from making out. I think he's grabbing a condom right up until the moment he pulls a few Euros from his wallet, handing it to the driver with one hand while reaching for the door with the other. Because the cab has stopped. Because we're at the hotel.
Which is good, because I was seriously contemplating back-of-cab sex as an option.
Once we're on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, Nick stalls. I feel like I'm in a snow globe with him. The world around us is still moving, lights burning brightly, cars whizzing past on the street and so help me, a light scattering of snow has started to fall. A snowflake lands on Nick's eyelash.
"Holly." He takes my hands in his, his eyes searching mine. He looks… uncertain? "We should talk."
Talk? Is he out of his mind? He wasn't interested in talking in the cab. I could feel just how uninterested he was in conversation pressed against my thigh.
"No." I'm shaking my head back and forth before he's finished his sentence. "Let's not."
"Let's not talk?" He's smiling at me when he says it so I can only imagine I look as crazy as I feel. Disheveled and crazed with lust.
"Nope." I shake my head and place a fingertip over his lips to shush him. One blue-gloved finger over his perfect, full bottom lip. Yeah, firm no on talking. "Follow me," I instruct, then turn on my heel and walk into the hotel. I don't stop until I've reached the elevator bank and hit the button to summon an elevator.
Nick leans on the wall next to the elevator, hands in pockets and a slight smirk on his face as he silently observes me. I fold my hands primly in front of me and watch the buttons above the elevators, willing them to move faster. I only notice my toe is bouncing frantically when I catch Nick's eyes trailing down my leg to my foot.
I swear I'm gonna four-star this hotel if the elevator doesn’t arrive in the next fifteen seconds. I steady my foot and remove my gloves, stuffing them into my pockets. I notice that Nick has all the stuff I bought earlier tonight. Which is good, because I'd have left it all in a heap in the church and remembered it sometime next week.
An elevator arrives and I step inside, pressing four. Nick's on five. He doesn't hit the button for five. The elevator stops on three and I nearly combust at the delay. A middle-aged guy gets on wearing workout gear and pushes the button for the gym on six. Finally, finally, finally the elevator stops on four, but I've already mentally deducted a star for the elevator not moving at the same speed as an amusement park thrill ride.
Nick places a hand over the open elevator door and gestures for me to precede him. But not one foot past the threshold he says my name and I turn to find him still standing in the elevator doorway, a relaxed smile on