“Why is that so funny?” I asked.
“Long story,” he said. “Maybe I’ll tell it to you someday. In the meantime, I’ll take care of this condom, then I’ll prop up my old man bones on a pillow and you can ride my dick as long and as hard as it takes to figure out if that was just a one-off.”
The wild chemistry we’d had our first time together was not a one-off. If it was a fluke, it was one that repeated itself over and over again. After multiple spectacular orgasms, I was the one who was worn out and didn’t make it past one a.m. Blissfully happy and supremely satisfied, I fell into the best sleep of my life.
I woke up at the crack of dawn. Water was running in the bathroom. A minute later, Nick emerged wearing a white robe and—I hoped—nothing underneath it. Still naked, I scooted past him into the bathroom. When I emerged five minutes later, he was still in the robe and was sitting up in bed.
“I’m famished,” I announced.
He grinned. “ So, I’ve found the way to make you a breakfast eater.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t need your smugness. I need to eat.”
“No fair, hiding the view,” he said. “And breakfast isn’t served for another half hour.”
I uncrossed my arms and leaned against the wall, pulling my hair up in my hands. “Better?”
“Fucking hot. But it’s making it hard to think about what we could do with the next half hour.”
“Interesting choice of words.” I arched an eyebrow and pushed away from the wall. “Sounds to me like you’ve already come up with something.”
“Maybe.” He unbelted the robe and opened, revealing his thick, beautiful erection. “Interested?”
“Maybe.” I climbed onto the bed and up his body, making sure to brush my breasts over his thighs, his erection , belly. “Definitely.”
“God, you feel good.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deep and slow. “Are you happy, Care?” he whispered in my ear.
“Blissfully.” I angled my head to give his mouth access to my throat and squirmed with delight when he took me up on it.
He rolled one nipple between his fingers, and slid his other hand between my thighs, stroking, teasing, but not entering me. “Tell me what you want,” he told me.
“I want your dick inside me, but right now, your fingers would feel pretty good, too.”
He grinned. “Happy to hear it. But I meant tell me what you want in life.”
“Right now?”
He brushed his thumb against my clit and pressed the tip of one finger between my folds. I sucked in a breath. “Right now,” he said, his talented fingers promising a reward if I complied.
“Hmm. I want...Oh, right there, baby.” It took a few seconds to remember what I’d been thinking about, other than his touch. “Um, I want...what I already have. Good people in my life who love me, enough money to pay my bills. People connecting with my art.”
He dipped his head and sucked my nipple, stroking it with his tongue.
“Best reward ever,” I whispered. “Oh, and I also want a kitten.”
He glanced up at me and my nipple popped out of his mouth. “A kitten?”
“Yes. My roommate’s cat is great with kittens, and I want a cat of my own.”
While he slid his fingers deep into me, I ran my hand down over his chest and belly, going lower until I gripped his shaft.
He groaned and pulsed in my hand as I stroked him. “Then when we get home to California, you should have a kitten.” Breathing hard, he rolled me onto my back.
“I agree.” I wiggled my hips, inviting him to make good on his promises.
“And right now,” he surged inside me, filling me as I lifted my hips off the bed, “right now, you should haveme.”
CHAPTER 17
