Page 63 of Naz & Roz

TWENTY-ONE

“Oh, my God, Naz,” Roz gasped. “You’re not even supposed to be in here!”

She felt his chuckled whisper along her skin as his hands curved around her ass to grab tight to her hips. He’d already pushed the chiffon of her skirt high to get better access, and dragged her lace panties down to her fucking knees. Bent over the bed of her hotel room with her legs wide, and this man behind her … it was breaking every single rule today.

No sex.

No distractions.

Nothing to put her off her game.

And here was fucking Nazio Donati to do exactly that and more. But fuck both of them because she loved him for doing this; sneaking into her hotel room, and teasing her just long enough to get up her skirt when she only had two hours to go before audition time.

“Bet you were fucking going crazy in here,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. His words were punctuated with one hard thrust of his hips that filled her full of his cock, and sent her flying up to her tiptoes at the same time. The sound that fell from her lips was high, and broken. The relief that swam through her bloodstream was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. “Bet you were overthinking, and worrying too goddamn much, weren’t you?”

She was.

Way too much.

And now all she could think about was the fact she’d really like him to fuck her harder, and make her forget about everything. Only he could do that for her, but especially like this.

Roz only got the chance to suck in one good breath before Naz took all her air away when he started slamming into her from behind. The hard wood of the sleigh bed bit into her thighs, but all she felt was bliss. His mouth was still on the shell of her ear, whispering and promising and taking away all of that self-doubt that she’d tried to hide for so long.

How could she be unworthy when she was amazing?

That’s what he told her.

But as quickly as she heard those words, she was lost in sensation, too. Of him fucking her, and how his fingers felt digging into her hips to yank her harder against him. A raw, fast beat that felt a little too wild but was perfect just the same.

God.

She’d needed this.

Needed him.

It was only when his teeth found the pulse point at her throat, and nipped that she finally tumbled over that edge. For a moment, it felt like time was suspended. Roz was just hanging on by the very tips of her fingers. Noise, and sound, and life … what was any of that when she felt like this?

“Oh, my God,” she breathed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Naz muttered thickly against her throat. One last, hard thrust accompanied his words before she felt him jerk inside her. Emptying into latex, and his hands shaking against her hips. “Yeah, shit, I needed that, too.”

Roz found herself laughing as breathless as it was. “Why?”

“Because I’m fucking nervous, too.”

Was he?

Her nerves were just … well, gone.

Now.

“But that doesn’t matter,” she heard him whisper along the column of her throat. “You remember that up there, yeah? Just be amazing, Roz, because that’s what you are. I’ll be right there waiting when you’re done.”

That was best part, she knew. It didn’t matter if she blew this audition. It didn’t matter if she fucking nailed it. Because at the end, and tomorrow, or the next day … Naz was still going to be there. Her family would still be there. And there would be more auditions, and other companies.

Roz was just getting started.

“Happy birthday, Roz,” Naz murmured, kissing the shell of her ear.