Page 66 of Spring Break Fling

My heart raced as Nikko’s hands skimmed down my sides. His touch ignited something deep inside me, a hunger I’d been trying to ignore. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, and I pulled him closer.

“We shouldn’t,” I murmured against his lips, even as I hooked a leg around his waist.

“Probably not,” he agreed, trailing kisses along my jaw. “Tell me to stop.”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. All the reasons we shouldn’t do this faded away, replaced by the urgent need to find that connection with one another.

Nikko’s hands were everywhere, leaving trails of fire on my skin. His lips moved to my neck, finding that sensitive spot just below my ear that made me gasp. I clutched at his back, my nails digging in as desire churned through me.

He pushed me on my back.

“Ow,” I murmured against his lips.

“What happened?”

I slid my hand up and found the missing cap to one of the markers.

He grinned. “Maybe we clear this shit off,” he said. “I don’t know what you’ve got going on here, but I’m thinking we don’t want to mess up any important notes.”

I giggled and rolled away. I grabbed pages and haphazardly tossed them off the bed. Nikko helped me, sweeping papers and pens onto the floor. As soon as the bed was clear, he pulled me back to him, his lips finding mine again. The urgency from before had shifted into something slower, more deliberate. His hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts.

I pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders. He stepped back and let it drop to the floor. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, making it clear I wanted it off. If we’re doing this, let’s fucking do it.

He pulled the shirt over his head and revealed his skin. My breath caught as I took in the intricate tattoos covering his chest and arms. Without thinking, I reached out to trace one. It was like flames. The detail was incredible.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

Nikko’s eyes darkened as he watched my fingers explore his skin. “You should see the rest of them,” he said with a wicked grin.

I bit my lip, heat rushing through me at the implication. “Then show me.”

He groaned and pulled me flush against him, capturing my lips in another searing kiss.

22

NIKKO

Ineeded her. It wasn’t the kind of need that was all about getting off. It was a need to bury myself inside her and forget it all.

I kissed my way down Hannah’s neck while pushing up her shirt at the same time. With each inch of skin revealed, I paused to savor it with my lips and tongue. She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

When I finally pulled the old Def Leppard shirt over her head, I took a moment to drink her in. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. The lace of her bra left little to the imagination.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along the curve of her waist.

Hannah’s eyes met mine, a mix of desire and vulnerability in her gaze. “So are you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos.

I couldn’t help but smile at that. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Hot, sexy, dangerous—sure. But beautiful? That was new.

I unhooked her bra with practiced ease, sliding it off her shoulders. My breath caught as I took in the sight of her bare breasts. Unable to resist, I lowered my head to take one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. She gasped, her fingers digging into my hair. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my senses, making it nearly impossible to think.

As I explored her body with my lips and hands, I felt her trembling beneath me. It made me want to protect her. Claim her.

I pulled away from her and got to my knees. I loved the yoga pants. No buttons. No zippers. I pulled them down, taking her panties with them. I tossed them over my shoulder and stared down at her naked, curvy body. In the stark light of day, she was even more stunning than that rushed experience back at my place. I was going to explore every inch of her.

She reached out to run her fingertips down my chest. “You’re looking at me,” she said.

I heard the nervousness in her voice. “Because I like looking at you.”