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“Let’s see.” He pulled out his hand and brought his fingers to her mouth, rubbing them over her lips ‘til they parted. Then he turned her neck and kissed her, plunging his tongue deep to tangle with hers. They both groaned. “Oh, yeah. Sweet as the damn punch. Sorry, gotta fuck you now, Nik.”
Sorry? Had he really just apologized for being so overcome that he had to have her now? No man had ever said that to her before, in just that way. And God, it turned her on even more. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I mean, I understand.”
She probably would’ve kept babbling if he hadn’t flipped up his robe and sheathed his cock, then summarily yanked down her pants and panties and sank all the way inside her in one seamless thrust.
God, it had been so long since she’d been filled like this. As hard and thick as he was, he made her feel softer and more liquid. Her concerns drifted away as she lost herself in him. In the wordless rhythm that she’d missed so much.
But Patrick wouldn’t let her forget who, exactly, was inside her. He said her name more than once, with a kind of wonder. “Oh, Nik,” he breathed. “That’s it. Just like that.”
She braced one palm on the wall and used the other to bring him inside her more forcefully, tearing away the last bit of civility between them. Her body yielded under his pummeling strokes. Stretching around him, drawing him in that much farther. She couldn’t get close enough.
He responded in kind, surging so deep that pleasure bombarded her system. All she could do was whimper with her knuckles stuffed in her mouth to muffle her cries.
He didn’t make a lot of noise—he wasn’t a grunter, like some guys tended to be—but her body did. Wet, sluicing sounds that told the story of how much she wanted him. He stroked her ass, caressed her breasts, kissed her neck. Even in this graceless, frenetic situation, he still acted tender now and then, as if he couldn’t make up his mind whether he wanted to savor her or devour her whole.
“Mmm, Nik.” His teeth grazed her jaw, grabbing her attention until the motion of his hips battering hers stole it again. “You’re like hot, damp silk, wrapped tight around me. So good.”
Good? Umm, was hell yes an appropriate response? Not that she could do more than moan.
Nikki swallowed another cry at his sharp tug on her swollen nipple. She hadn’t truly known she harbored a crush on Patrick until right now, when his cock drove in and out of her pussy. Which made no sense. Her heart beat so fast in her chest that she struggled to breathe, and yet she knew it wasn’t just the thrill of a mindless screw making her dizzy. It was him.
Buried inside her, his pulsing cock became the center of her world. Her axis, spinning her off-balance. For one perfect moment, she belonged to him. Body, soul, and mind.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta come. Help me out.”
She ground against him, and he groaned, chuckling. “No, I’m good. I mean, help yourself out.”
“Okay.”
She reached down to rub her clit, a little shocked he’d encouraged her to touch herself. Most guys she’d been with freaked when she tried to speed things along, as if that meant they were lacking. Patrick seemed to get hotter from knowing her fingers circled her clit.
He held off just long enough for the first sparks of
orgasm to shower over her, drawing a long gasp from her throat. She shook in his arms, taking his cock all the way in, stunned by the perfect friction of his strokes. So hot. He groaned in her ear, and his hips went wild, mashing her against the wall in just the right way to trip her over the edge into her climax. “Yeah, baby. Fucking hell, you feel good. Come on my cock.”
She did, seemingly forever. By the time she finished, he was coming too, his breath steamy on her cheek and his fingers digging bruises in her skin as he emptied himself inside her.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured before he pulled out, making her wince more from embarrassment than pain. He was a big guy, and it had been a while, but she’d been plenty ready for him.
What was going to happen now? Small talk seemed so inadequate. Promising to love him forever if he fucked her like that on a regular basis a tad too melodramatic. What was an acceptable middle ground?
She gulped in air as she turned to face him. “Thanks. You, too.”
He pulled down his robe and tugged her into his arms, enfolding her in a long, bordering on romantic kiss. The kind of kiss lovers shared, not people who’d hooked up for a wham-bam wall slam. “Thank you for sharing part of your night with me,” he said finally, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Happy Halloween, Nikki.”
“You, too,” she said again, yanking up her pants with trembling hands as he stepped out of the shadows.
By the time she looked up again, he was gone.
Two
Halloween, one year later
“It’s Halloween. You know what that means, right?”
Nikki propped a hip against the display counter of her best friend Julie’s costume shop. Knowing the owner of the only costume shop in town came in handy when you needed a costume approximately six hours before a party. Especially a Halloween party. But Julie claimed she’d kept something in the back for her, a “special surprise” she hadn’t put up for sale.
Somehow she’d been certain Nikki would cave and come begging for something to wear to her boss’s Halloween party. She’d also known Nikki would want something sexy. Unforgettable. The kind of costume that hugged curves and left little to the imagination.
