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He pulled back. “All right,” he said. “Open your mouth.” And he kissed me.
That kiss was everything. Everything I wanted. He tasted good, and his mouth was warm and soft, and his stubble was harsh, and he opened my mouth and kissed me like he owned me, like there was no part of my body he didn’t know. It was hot and somehow perfectly familiar, like the kiss he’d given me in the bar minutes ago. He kissed me like we’d already fucked. Like we fucked all the time. Like we’d just finished fucking, and were about to do it again.
And I kissed him back the same way. Like I already knew what he felt like inside me. Like I knew what set him off, made him crazy, made him come. Because in that moment, I did know. It was me.
This was always going to happen,I thought, the realization hitting me hard. From that first second I’d seen him standing over Josh, his fist clenched, this had always been in the cards. It didn’t matter how much fighting we did.
He broke the kiss. “My place,” he said against my mouth.
“Yes,” I replied.
And just like that, we both gave in.
FIFTEEN
Nick
This was not me. I didn’t know who this guy was, but he wasn’t me.
I always played it a certain way with women. I was always in control. When you’re the one who can take it or leave it, you’re always the one in power.
Tonight, I wanted Evie. Very fucking bad.
If she didn’t want my chivalry, she wasn’t going to get it. She was going to get me instead.
We were silent on the drive to my place. Evie’s jaw was tight, her cheeks flushed. She was wearing a sexy but classy black dress and Andrew’s jacket, her hair down over her shoulders. I couldn’t take her or leave her right now. Not tonight, and not Evie.
We didn’t have a word for each other as she followed me into my penthouse. Scout was sleeping in her dog bed, but she got up and wagged her tail when we walked in. I shushed her and told her to go back to sleep, and she lay back down, tucking her nose under her tail and obeying. Then I turned to Evie, pressed her against the kitchen counter, and kissed her again.
We tangled—there was no other word for it. It was an argument almost as much as it was a kiss. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and I dropped it to the floor. I yanked her jacket off of her. She kicked off her heels and jerked up the hem of my t-shirt. We shed clothes piece by piece, wrestling with each other as I walked her toward the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” she panted against my lip.
“Shower,” I said.
We didn’t even stumble. In a second we were in the bathroom as her dress dropped to the floor and she hooked her thumbs into the waist of my boxer briefs. Still kissing her, I banged open the shower door, leaned in, and turned on the water.
“Why are we showering?” she asked.
“Because you stink, redhead,” I said. She smelled like Cintano’s, like sugary alcohol and hair product and other men. I wanted all of that off of her. I wanted just her.
“God, you’re a jerk,” she said, and then she yelped in surprise, because I pushed her back into the shower, under the warm spray. She was still in her bra and panties—lacy and black, because she’d been planning to get laid, which made me lose control again—and I still had my boxer briefs. We got soaked, both of us, the cloth sticking to our skin.
She sputtered, pushing her wet hair back from her face, but before she could protest I pulled one cup of her lacy bra down, exposing her nipple. Water beaded on her skin, and I bent down and sucked it off.
I heard her intake of breath, and I pulled the other cup down and sucked the other nipple, which was as wet and juicy as the first one.
“Do that some more,” she said, reaching behind her back and unhooking the bra. Her voice was throaty and turned on, but I still had work to do. I wanted her to lose it the way I was losing it.
I tossed the bra to the shower floor and moved my mouth up her collarbone, the warm skin of her neck, as I cupped her tits in my hands. Fuck, they were just like I’d imagined. A perfect fit, spilling past the edges of my palms, their weight settling in my grip. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, pinching them gently.
She made a satisfyingaahsound, and her hands skimmed over the wet skin of my back, sliding down to the waist of my boxer briefs again. She reached down and squeezed my ass where the soaked fabric clung to it, then she peeled the briefs off me. I let go of her tits and helped, stepping out of them where they joined her bra on the shower floor.
Her eyes got hazy as she took me in. That was good. I spent a lot of time at the boxing gym, and right now every second was paying off. I’d double my workouts if it made her keep looking at me like that.
I stepped forward and tilted her face to mine, kissing her, tangling with her some more under the hot water. Her hand traveled down and wrapped around my cock, squeezing it, exploring it between us. Her other arm wrapped around my neck so I held her upright.
She leaned in and licked my earlobe as she rubbed me. “Is this King Cock?” she said in a sexy voice in my ear.
