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Whose name I don’t even know.
But it’s better this way. Safe for both of us. It makes it easier to walk away tomorrow when he heads back to wherever home is for him and I return to Mom and Dad and everything being their daughter entails.
Nolan’s lips press behind my ear, and he tightens his arms around me. “Where did you just go?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the last remnants of the thoughts that could derail the enjoyment I’ll get from every moment we get to spend together. “Nowhere. I’m here.” I turn my head and look at him, offering what I hope is a genuine-looking smile. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
The blue of his eyes darkens, and he reaches a hand out of the water to brush his wet fingers across my lips. “Why do I think you’re lying about at least half that answer?”
Shit.
Apparently, I suck at hiding how I’m really feeling. That’s something I should try to remember so I don’t fuck up with Mom and Dad when I face their inquisition tomorrow.
“That’s a lawyer skill, isn’t it? Being able to tell when someone is lying on the stand?”
Nolan releases a deep chuckle that jostles my body and swishes the surrounding water. “Yes, and I’m happy to see I have it even though I haven’t actually practiced as an attorney yet, only appeared in court under my internships.”
“I have no doubt you’re going to be a brilliant lawyer.” I sigh and lean into his touch. “And I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to lie, just…thinking about something I have to deal with when we return to the real world.”
Somehow, we keep finding ourselves thinking about and discussing the very things we’re trying to forget. Maybe it’s just human nature to want to share those types of struggles and thoughts with someone you’re intimate with, but it’s something we need to stop doing. It will make walking away tomorrow so much harder.
“Hmm.” He presses his lips together. “The real world.” A heavy sigh heaves his chest. “I don’t want to think about that right now. It will come soon enough. The moment I step onto that plane, I’m heading straight for it. Let’s just pretend it doesn’t exist as long as we’re in this room.”
“That sounds like an amazing plan.”
He dips his head and presses his lips to mine slowly, but it isn’t the heated, sexual type of kiss he’s been giving me since we stepped into that elevator last night. This one seems to be sealing his promise that what we’re doing here now is just for us, that we won’t let the real world encroach on whatever we have for these two days. That it’s okay to just let go and be.
And I’m more than willing to go along with him on this wild ride.
He breaks the kiss, and I settle back against his chest, drifting my hands through the endless bubbles filling the tub, enjoying the lack of any rush and the peaceful quiet of the room, broken only by the soft sound of Nolan breathing.
His chest rises and falls gently, and he slowly drags his fingertips up and down my arms in a way that forces my eyes closed and makes my body relax even more.
After the physical exertion of the last twelve hours, this was much needed. The soreness melts away, and a comfortable silence settles around us, both of us enjoying the peaceful warmth and our quieted minds now that we’ve agreed to keep everything else out of this.
For two people who barely know each other, it shouldn’t be this easy to feel this content, this secure, this…happy. Yet, somehow, it just is.
I almost don’t want to move, but I force my eyes open so I can find my glass of champagne on the ledge beside the tub and tip it back, taking a sip of the effervescent liquid. Nolan shifts, doing the same, and I glance back at him as I replace mine.
He offers me a grin and slides a hand across my stomach, stopping just above the place where my body has come to crave his touch. I turn and press my lips to his slowly, sliding my tongue along and requesting entry. He takes me into his mouth, tangling his own slick tongue with mine, both tasting like sweet champagne and need.
His cock grows against my ass, and a tiny moan slips from my lips against his. The strong arm around me tightens, and he shifts under me slightly before he pulls his head back, locking his warm eyes with mine.
“Are you trying to have sex with me in the tub, Jack?” He rolls his hips under me, making sure I’m aware of what I’m doing to him but doesn’t move his hand down between my legs. “Isn’t that a bit intimate?”
Humor dances in his gaze and plays on his lips at his use of my own words against me.
Smug asshole.
I only said it because this was too good, too real, but now I want to drown in that feeling, in him, in everything we can have until we go our separate ways tomorrow. But before I do that, I want him to suffer the same torture I did last night, waiting for his touch, his mouth, his cock; I want revenge.
Biting my bottom lip beneath my teeth, I bat my eyelashes, doing my best to look innocent and hide my true intent even as I intentionally brush my hand against his hard cock where it strains between us before reaching for my glass again. He bites back a little strangled groan.
Bringing my champagne to my lips, I pause before I take a sip. “I’m telling you—that smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble someday, Nolan.”
He raises a dark eyebrow at me. “Someday?”
I nod, taking another drink.
