I barely walked through before he slid the door to at the same time he shoved me to the side.
He pushed me against the wall.
I was about to push back when I froze because Nick didn’t go for a kiss.
Or he did.
But he went for a different kind of kiss.
He dropped to his knees in front of me.
I drew in a sharp breath as I felt my hips jolt when he yanked my jeans and panties down to my thighs.
I dug the back of my head into the brick of the wall when I felt his tongue dart out, forcing itself into the tight juncture between my legs.
And I felt my jeans bite into my thighs as I automatically tried to force my legs wider to give him more access.
Nick didn’t need more access. He was doing just fine thrusting his tongue into my close wet.
Yes.
Oh God, yes.
He was doing just fine.
“Sebring,” I breathed, and lost his tongue as he surged up.
But I got his eyes and I got his finger as his gaze caught mine and he shoved his finger tight against my clit.
My eyes closed and my lips parted.
That was when Nick finally kissed me.
* * * * *
1:02 – Sunday Morning
“Fuck,” Nick grunted.
I’d had my bare ass to the top step to his bedroom, my legs had been around his hips as I took his cock, but I’d pulled off, squirmed up, turned to crawl out from under him to force him to follow me to the bed.
He didn’t follow me to the bed.
He wrapped an arm around my belly and yanked me back, pulling me between his legs. My thighs pressed together but bent at the hips, he rammed back in.
I moaned and pulled forward against the strong hold he had on me but only to drive myself back.
I heard his noises, thick and deep and greedy, mingling with my own, which were soft and desperate, and a wave of wet hit between my legs as a shaft of electricity shot from clit to nipples.
I drove back harder.
Nick thrust in faster.
I was close and I wanted it to happen together.
I tossed my hair to look over my shoulder at him.
“Come,” I ordered.