When my eyes drift to the noise, I’m devoured by Nick. Hands, lips, and teeth crash into me at once. I drop my ticket and carry-on baggage so I can run my hands over his body with the same passion as his touch.
“Sir, I’ll be forced to call security if you don’t leave the boarding area immediately,” advises the gate agent, her words breathless.
I whimper when he’s yanked away from me by a brawny security officer. The agent’s narrowed gaze floats between Nick and me. The longer she stares, the less harsh her glare becomes. After a small huff, she instructs the security officer to let Nick go. He hesitates until he catches her angry wrath.
The instant Nick is freed from his grip, he caresses my cheek in his hand. “I’ll see you next week.”
I’m so stunned by the events the past twenty-four hours, I can’t form a response, so I simply nod. I watch Nick be escorted out of the area by the gate agent and a security officer. When he reaches the end of the long corridor, he spins around to face me. His heated gaze keeps me warm until I enter the plane, then it takes the entire flight back to New York to settle my racing heart.
* * *
Nick kept his word. The very next weekend he arrived at my doorstep late Friday night. He was exhausted from his flight, but that was all forgotten when he noticed I was wearing nothing but the polo shirt I had stolen from his room the week before.
This time when he murmured, “No one else,” I squealed and threw myself into his arms.
* * *
By the time Sunday morning comes around, I'm absolutely exhausted. Nick’s stamina in the bedroom still astonishes me. I always thought guys needed time after each round to recuperate. Not Nick. I just have to look at him a certain way, and he’s primed and ready for another round.
I don’t know how late it was last night before we crashed, but my stomach wouldn’t quit growling, so I reluctantly crawled out of bed to prepare us some breakfast. Nick mumbled something incoherent under his breath when I walked out of the room, but considering that was nearly thirty minutes ago, I’m assuming he must have fallen back asleep.
Just as I finish flipping the last batch of pancakes, I hear someone knocking on my front door. I glance down at my bare legs sticking out of Nick’s shirt. I should probably put on pants, but not wanting to wake Nick, I don’t bother.
I rush to the door when Christian yells, “Come on, Jenni.”
As I throw open my door, I press my finger to my lips, wordlessly pleading for Christian to be quiet. He doesn’t notice my request. His eyes are too busy zooming in on my legs to pay attention to my face.
“I remember them being wrapped around my—”
I slap him. “Shut up.”
After ushering him inside my room, I pace to my bedroom door to close it. When I peer inside, a grin curls on my lips. Nick is sprawled on my bed, lying on his stomach, and my pink sheets are barely covering his delectable backside.
When I close the door, Christian arches his brow. “Blondie?”
I try to hold in my smile but miserably fail. I’m beyond happy.
“I should have known out of all the women in the world, you’d be the one to bring a player to his knees,” Christian chuckles, following me into the kitchen.
When I enter the usually sweet-smelling space, smoke smacks me in the face.Shit!The pancakes!
I rush to the hotplate to remove the now burnt pancakes from the skillet. I use a tea towel to fan the smoke away, hoping it won’t trigger the smoke alarm. Not just because I don’t want to wake up Nick, but because the last time the fire department arrived at my apartment to remove my burnt microwave dinner, my dad was sent a hefty bill.
Once the smoke has settled, Christian’s gaze shifts from the giant stack of pancakes I just prepared to me. “Are youthatserious about him?”
Nodding, I turn to face him.I’m way past serious.
Christian’s lips tug into a weary smile. “Lucky guy.”
His tone doesn’t convey the kindness of his words, but before I can respond, a deep voice from outside the kitchen says, “Yes, I am.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nick
Christian’s eyes rocket to me faster than a bullet fired from a gun, his face marred with worry. Rightfully so. I heard the possessiveness in his tone. That’s why I nearly broke my neck stumbling out of bed. I was so eager to find out who was visiting Jenni so early on a Sunday morning, I threw my feet into my jeans without considering my weary muscles. I’ve never been stiffer in my life. I shouldn’t be surprised. Jenni and I tried positions I didn’t even know existed last night.
I was pissed when I spotted who she was talking to, even more so since Christian’s eyes were locked on her delectable ass while she fanned the smoke detector, but before I demanded he get his eyes off her, he asked if she was serious about me. When she nodded, I felt like I had won the fucking jackpot. She didn’t know I was in the room, so she had no reason to put on an act for me.
