Time to ramp it up, I guess.
I shoot him a smile and pat the space next to me. “Come here.”
He obliges, settling down and giving me a small grin, which makes my core clench with affection. Guys who are hotandcute shouldn’t be allowed on account of being dangerously irresistible. Then if you add a generous sprinkle of endearing-as-fuck, you get someone like Nick. When it comes to having a type, I’m not picky. Still, a sharp jaw, pretty eyes, and a hot body always speak to me.
“God, yeah, this is so much better,” he says. He leans back, and the couch sags, pressing the two of us together in the center.
It takes every last bit of my self-control to hold back from swinging an arm around Nick’s shoulders and pulling him even closer, but the mere brush of his forearm against mine is enough to make my head spin with need.
It’s almost ridiculous how much of an effect this guy has on me—I can’t remember the last time I got this boned-up from so little. It could be the killer combo of him being hot as fuck while also not getting all pervy on me.
Restraint is sexy, even if it’s hard for me to demonstrate.
I flick my eyes down, and he’s resting his hand on his thigh. Feeling bold, I mirror him before nudging my leg over so it’s touching his. This room is too damp for static electricity, so the spark surging into me through ourjeanshas got to be something else.
“Sheesh, I’m tired,” I murmur as a distraction.
He chuckles, and, centimeter by centimeter, I sneak my hand closer to his. The move I’m making is so much more subtle than anything I’ve pulled before, but I hope it works, and I hope I’m not totally misreading the whole situation.
He gulps. “So, uh, are you excited for the break?”
I shrug and take the opportunity to close the distance even more. “Kind of. I’m not going anywhere.”
The second our pinky fingers brush, my breath catches in my throat. He jerks his head up, and we lock gazes.
God, I’ve never seen someone with a stare sodisarmingbefore. Those steel-gray eyes should be cold, but with how damn soft they are around the edges, I can’t stop myself from melting.
I justknowI'm gonna be smiling and kicking my feet in bed later. Hopefully with Nick next to me.
Come on. Keep it physical.
“You good?” he asks.
“Oh, I’m great. You’re just…” I dart my tongue out to wet my lips, and Nick’s throat jumps. “Really cute.”
Right as I’m doubting whether or not I creeped him out, he sighs, closing his fingers around mine.
Hell fucking yes. My heart races, sending blood to my cheeks and into my cock as I take stock of the guy next to me. Unable to constrain myself, I bring a hand up and plant it on his firm chest, feeling his equally rapid heart rate underneath my fingertips.
“Fuck, Nick,” I drawl, dragging my eyes to his full lips. “You’re so hot. Can I kiss you?”
And his eyes widen. He blinks, and unless I’m mistaken, the corners of his mouth turn up, I lean in closer, and?—
He brushes his lips against mine, and my vision flickers out. Holding back from slamming myself into him is way too hard, and I have to settle for moaning.
My god, Nick’s lips are so damn soft, and he tastes amazing, like frat house beer and something masculine. His mouth is so warm, it’s blanking my mind out and I’m forgetting what the hell I should be doing with my tongue.
Right, yeah.Tongue. Mouth. Kiss. Those go together. I manage to bring my brain back online just enough to kiss Nick back, and the sound he makes is so fucking sexy, it almost unravels what’s left of my willpower. My body burns with need as his teeth click against mine. This is easily one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had, and we haven’t even started making out for real just yet.
He pulls back for air, leaving a painful vacancy in my mouth, and I rest my forehead against his, both of us panting.
“Jesus, you’re a good kisser,” I murmur, diving back in for more.
Nick replies by slowly sucking on my tongue in a way that shoots desire straight down my spine, and if I have things my way, I’ll be sucking on something else of his in a matter of minutes.
He makes another one of those enthralling, rumbling hums, and that’s it for me. I slip my hands under his shirt, biting back a moan of my own, because I don’t want to come across astotallydesperate, even though I kind of am. It’s hard, though, because his warm stomach under my fingertips provokes a visceral reactionin my core. I trail my fingers down a little, and ohfuck,he’s got a thick happy trail—Iknowhis bush is gonna feel real soft against my nose when I go down on him.
Jesus Christ. I clench my throat, and then my nuts—shoot. I can hold off.
