So tight.So warm.The sensation of sliding into her made my scalp tingle.I tried to go slow, which was harder than anything I’d ever done, especially with the way she clamped her thighs around my hips and rode me like a fucking Valkyrie, fierce and relentless.She kept her eyes on my face the whole time, like every twitch and gasp was a secret she’d crack.She set the pace until my hands left fingerprints on her hips and then kept going until I felt her start to shudder again.
The woman was going to kill me.The best way to go.
She slouched forward, her arms braced on my chest, her hair making a curtain around both our faces.She clenched down on me, hard, and I gave up all hope of lasting.She laughed again, a sweet, breathless sound, and when she started to come again.I joined her, groaning into her shoulder.
We lay tangled for a long time after, the sweat cooling to a perfect chill.Nadya’s hair tickled my throat, the flowery scent of her shampoo embedding itself in my memory.I caught my breath, every muscle wrung out, and she just curled up on top of me, self-satisfied and quiet.
I could have stayed like that forever, but eventually, Nadya rolled off to grab some water and the air between us shifted from charged to something a lot like comfort.
“Hungry?”I asked.“I can get us room service.”
“Do they even have room service here?And how safe do you think it is?”
She had a point.“There is a good diner a block away.Dinner on me.”
Nadya smirked at me and tilted her head to the side.“You’re supposed to wine and dine women before you drag them into bed, not after.”
“A mistake on the part of everyone who does it that way.Sex on a full stomach?No, thank you.But refueling after strenuous exercise is necessary.”
“Fine, you talked me into it.”She grabbed her pants, and I already regretted not being able to see all of her.We could get back to it after dinner, though.
Chapter 4
Nadya
EITHER I REALLY LIKEDNick or got tired of the way my ribs pressed in when I was alone.Dinner.A date-like activity.I never did things like that.Not that no one had ever asked me out or anything like that, but dates were a one-way ticket to talking about my feelings.No, thanks.
So, why had I agreed to this?
Nick cleaned up—shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled past his elbows—revealing scars that ran like map lines up his left forearm.There was a story there, but I didn’t ask, and he didn’t offer.Perfect equilibrium.
He picked up his car keys in a casual gesture that made my pulse spike for a second.Memories of old leather seats and hands on my knee still made my skin tighten.
“We should walk.I mean, parking is terrible out here,” I told him.
“Right, it’s not that far.Forgot.”He gave me a sheepish smile.Was he nervous?Because of me?
