The Broody Brit for Christmas (Holiday Springs #1) - M.J. Fields Page 0,61
there is no way in hell I’ll be able to control this. He hoists me up higher, the angle so good, my breath catches as the pleasure increases higher and higher…
“Nikki, you’re so tight. I’m going to die…” He pounds into me, his heavy muscled shoulders flexing, the veins in his neck pulsing as my breasts bounce from our movement.
“Nikki. Fuuuuuuuck, Nikki….”
The pleasure hits me so hard. I have no choice but to scream. His own release follows right behind mine, but I can barely understand a word out of his perfect mouth. We slide to the floor together, wrapped up in each other’s sweaty limbs. I’m unsure where I end, and he begins. “Wow,” I exhale, my hair sticking to my forehead.
The sound of applause is unmistakable, hooting and hollering coming from the bar. I hide beneath his arm, my face and entire body on fire.
He laughs, nuzzling my neck. “We gave ‘em a good show, huh?”
I swat him away, embarrassed tears welling into my eyes. “You could have shut the damn door.”
“Hate to break it to you, but door open or closed, they would have heard.”
“Not necessarily.” I sit up, refusing to look at Raff as I grab my underwear and put them back on. I ignore the fact that my inner thighs are soaked from my mind-blowing orgasm and try to pull up my ripped dress.
“Nikki.” He shakes his head, pulling me to him.
I push away from him. “No. How am I supposed to leave? I’m mortified. What if my aunt and uncle hear about this?”
“We’re in a relationship.”
“They’ll think I’m a slut,” I say, grabbing my clothes.
He grabs me and spins me around so I’m facing him.
“I can’t understand how a woman as beautiful, funny, and intelligent as you could ever call herself something so negative. We’ve just confirmed the town’s suspicions that we’re intimate. But frankly, who gives a shit? We’re consenting adults.”
His words warm me, but I still feel...well, I’m not even sure exactly what I feel. But it’s not good. “I like my privacy. This is a small town, and I don’t need gossip. What if this thing between us doesn’t work out? What if we wind up breaking up, or if you leave me, and then I’ll be left as the town’s laughing stock?”
He puts his hands on the sides of my face, looking deeply into my eyes, but I can’t let him speak. I’m not done yet. The way I’m feeling is finally surfacing, and there is no place for it to go but out.
“Breaking up with Townes felt like I’d lost my identity. We broke up, and I was left with nothing other than the clothes I packed. I felt like I lost my entire life...my work, my friends...I thought it was all real and lasting, but it turned out to be nothing but fluff. I can’t go through that again.” I have the decency to drop my face.
Mentioning Townes post-orgasmic bliss isn’t ideal. I thought that I was over that heartbreak, but it turns out it’s still a thorn. I don’t miss him, but the pain of how things went down is still there.
He presses his lips together, wrapping his heavy hand around the back of my neck. “Don’t be afraid, Nikki. Nothing in this life is ever certain. But I can feel it in my bones that we have something real between us. From the first moment I saw you smile, it reached me in a way nothing has in a long, long time. We are taking this slow, as you asked. But I’m in it to win it.”
I smile at his cheesy line, my heart thawing. In a tone as though I’m reading a children’s poem, I tell him, “Slow and steady wins the race—”
“Oh, no.” He laughs. “That just isn’t true. Everyone knows the tortoise should have lost.”
I sigh as I gaze up at him, the tension ebbing, my heart once again warming.
I’m falling, and I will not let Townes failing to be the reason I don’t allow myself to continue doing just that.
Falling.
He sees it in me too, his eyes becoming heated again. A low growl vibrates in his chest as he takes my face in his hands and kisses my forehead with reverence and restraint.
It has been years since someone, anyone, has shown me this kind of care. It’s been years since someone else has put my feelings, ones I didn’t even know I had needed, before their own.