Anyone But Nick (Anyone But... #3) - Penelope Bloom Page 0,75
even as I was gasping and moaning his name.
People thought my life was perfect, but things like this didn’t actually happen to me. There was going to be some kind of catch, and I needed to prepare myself for it.
But I couldn’t think of that now. He was burying his face in my neck and breathing hard with each thrust. His hands were like iron around my waist, pulling me onto him so that he was completely buried inside me.
“I’m on the pill,” I breathed into his ear.
He stopped just long enough to catch my eye and wait for me to nod.
He increased his pace until my world became a white blur. My skin felt like it was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the water pouring over us. Nick pumped himself into me deeper and harder until he finally tensed up. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and it made me feel like I’d just slept with a man for the first time. I’d never let anyone finish inside me before, and I’d never felt anything close to that much passion and emotion get tangled up in the act.
I put my hand on his face again, maybe just to reassure myself that he was really there. “It’s going to be hard to beat that,” I said.
“I look forward to trying. Night after night,” he said. “And in the morning.”
I grinned, but that little nagging fear came back to me. He must only be saying that. Now that he had what he came for, he was probably going to start distancing himself. “I’m not sure how you shower, but for me, I usually use more soap and less penis. I also clean more than my mouth, nipples, and pussy.”
He smirked. “So you’re still feeling dirty?”
“You could say that.”
Chapter 24
NICK
I was already up and sipping my coffee when Miranda woke. She wasn’t the woman everybody thought she was. Maybe that would’ve made some people feel deceived, but I liked it. Knowing more about the real Miranda Collins than everybody else just made her feel more like she was mine. I’d also come to see how she and I battled some of the same demons, even if we faced them in different ways.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up. We’d gone to sleep together when our hair was still wet, and hers had dried in a wild nest on top of her head.
“Morning,” I said, not bothering to hide my amusement.
Miranda didn’t appear to notice. She was staring at me with a strange look.
I frowned, then ventured a guess at what was going through her head. “Did you think I would run off once I slept with you?”
“The thought crossed my mind.”
I got up and went to sit beside her on the bed. I tried and failed to get her hair to lie back down on her head, but I enjoyed running my fingers through it either way. “Like it or not, I think you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me now. Almost as hard a time as you’ll have getting your hair to lay back down.”
“If you can look at me like this and not run, then maybe you really aren’t planning to.”
I chuckled. “The only way I’m running is if I have to chase after you. Kind of like last night.”
“Fair point.” Miranda smiled, then closed her eyes and rested her head on my thigh. “Where do you think snails are going?”
“What?” I asked, laughing in surprise. “Have you been talking to Cade?”
“Not recently, no. It was just something he asked, and I was thinking about it. I think they’re looking for love.”
I tried not to grin. She sounded so damn serious that it made me want to laugh out loud, but something told me what she was saying was important. “If snails are looking for love, what does that mean?”
“I don’t know, exactly. But what gets me curious is that it probably takes almost their whole lives to get where they’re going. So what happens if they finally make it to this lady snail and it turns out she’s not everything they imagined? Would they really just say, ‘Oh jeez, I know I spent seven years slowly inching my way toward you, but now that I see you up close, I don’t think this is actually going to work out.’”
I finally let some of my smile show. “Seven years is an oddly coincidental number.”