Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,37

up and bent over the couch where he fucks me so hard we move the couch. He comes five minutes later, burying himself in me. He slaps my ass when he slips out of me, and I literally walk to the bathroom with my legs spread.

I start the shower and look back at him. “Don’t you fucking dare join me,” I say, and he laughs.

“I want to wash your back,” he says, leaning against the counter, his cock soft again.

“You washed my back last night, and I felt like I was drowning,” I say, getting into the shower and looking at him.

“You are the one who bent over,” he says while I close my eyes and let the water cascade around my face.

“You were the one who grabbed my hips and pounded into me over and over again. I couldn’t even yell for help.” He laughs, and so do I.

“Did you have any plans today?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Honestly, I was staying in New York so I could think about what was happening between us.” I can’t believe I just laid it out for him. “The whole kiss threw me off, and I thought what better way to clear your head than New York City.”

“You flew to New York City because I kissed you?” he says, shocked. “Where are you going to go now that we had sex?”

“Canada,” I say, joking, and he laughs. “How long were you here for?”

“My plane left this morning at eight,” he says, and I look at him, shocked. “It’s coming back for me on Sunday. I figured I could give you a ride home.”

“You stayed here for me?” I ask, not sure I’m ready for the emotion that this declaration brings forth. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but what I do know is that I’m not sure I’m ready to give it a name. I don’t want to put a label on it. I don’t want to put it in any categories as of right now.

“I stayed here because you were here,” he admits. “Now, after you finish washing, I’m going to take a shower. Go to your room, pack your stuff, and check out.”

“Please,” I say, turning off the water and getting out. He hands me a towel, and when I reach for it, he pulls me to him. The towel drops to the floor, and my hands land on his bare chest.

“Get your things, Becca,” he says softly and bends his head to kiss me softly. “Please,” he whispers before letting me go and stepping into the shower.

“Fine,” I say, “but only because you said please.” I bring the towel to my mouth to hide my smile, knowing full well I would have done it anyway.

Chapter 16

Nico

“There you are,” I say to Becca when I find her in the little kitchen that the suite has. She is grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, opening it, and downing half of it in one gulp.

“Someone is dehydrated.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “The car is here.”

“Oh, good,” she says, and I take her in. I haven’t seen her since she left me in the shower. Her long hair is pinned up in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare for me to kiss it. She’s wearing white jeans that look painted on and a thick knitted brown sweater that fits her perfectly.

“That look is going to make the car wait at least thirty minutes.” She walks over to me, kissing my lips, and I know if I don’t walk away from her, it will be more than thirty minutes. I thought having her right before the car got here would lessen the pull that I have to her. To being with her.

“I’ve never seen you dressed casual,” I say. “I like it.” I put my hands around her waist. “A lot.”

“I always dress casual when I fly.” Her hands go to my waist. “And you are one to talk. Are those sneakers on your feet?” She looks down at my black Nikes, and she laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dressed down.”

“You’ve seen me naked,” I point out. “That is the most dressed down I’m going to be.”

She throws her head back and laughs, and my cock starts to stir. This weekend with her has been more than I could have ever thought it would be. It was light and easy with no fuss. There was no running