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I knew Savannah and Ethan were staying here, so I nodded toward the taller Maryland Historic Inn at the end of the street. “You want to get a room?”
My heart pounded in my chest. I’d never been so bold. I hadn’t picked up a guy since college, and it was a lot easier back then to take a guy to my dorm room.
“Lead the way.” His voice was short, as if he wanted to get me alone as soon as possible.
On the short walk to the inn, he’d pulled me into his side. We were in a hurry, but I wasn’t immune to the hard chest beneath my palm, the strong arm around my shoulders, or the way he occasionally looked down at me with this look on his face like he couldn’t believehe was with me.
By the time we reached the front counter of the historic inn, my body was flush with need. Nick secured a room, and I tried not to think about the fact we were renting a room solely to have sex.
Ducking into the elevator, I felt almost giddy to be doing something I wouldn’t normally do. We stood on separate sides of the car. The implication was that if we touched or if we kissed, we wouldn’t make it to our room. Instead, the air between us was thick with tension. Would he kiss me as soon as we got to the room? Would we go slow, or would we rip each other’s clothes off in a frenzy? I shivered at the latter image that popped into my head. I wanted to be uninhibited. I didn’t want to think about my responsibilities or the consequences of my actions.
With a ding, the car arrived at our floor and opened. Nick grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. With his free hand, he flashed the room key in front of the door and opened it. With the door shut behind us, he wasted no time pressing me against the cool surface.
He dipped his head, his lips hovering over mine. “Are you sure about this?”
I lifted my mouth to his; every muscle in my body pulled taut with anticipation.
Every part of him that was touching me was rock hard. I licked my lips and nodded.
His gaze tracked the movement before he ever so slowly took my lips with his. I thought that passionate meant hurried, but he proved me wrong. Nick kissed me slow and sweet as if he were sipping the champagne from my lips. He lifted his head slightly to say, “You’re so beautiful.”
Those words had my pussy clenching. “Nick.”
His jaw tightened at the pleading tone of his name. “I’ll give you what you need.”
In my mind, I chanted,yes, yes, yes. A fire built in my core, burning hotter with each press of his fingers into my hips. When was the last time anyone took care of my needs? I’d been a single mom so long I’d forgotten what it was like to feel desired or pursued.
His hands ghosted down my hips before pulling up the skirt of my dress. He kissed me as his hand drifted underneath the silky material caressing the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass before finally touching me where I needed him the most.
“Are you wet, Abby? Have you been thinking of this all day?” He separated my folds, circling my clit.
“You. I was thinking about you.” Doing this and so much more. I should have felt naughty saying those things, but for some reason, I felt safe with him. Like I could say or do anything, and he wouldn’t judge me. I was free to give in to my desires. With that thought, I let go of any expectations and gave myself over to him.
He rewarded me by dipping a finger inside, pumping slowly. I widened my legs, needing more. I tipped my head to the side so he could trail his mouth over the skin of my neck and shoulder. Slowly, he slid the tiny spaghetti strap of my dress down my arm.
“Your skin is so soft.” He did the same on the other side, pushing the dress down my arms and over my hips until I was left in a strapless bra and lace panties.
He pulled back, taking me in, while I stepped out of the dress and kicked it to the side. Feeling brazen, I reached around to unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
He took in the sight of my body for several seconds. I should have felt self-conscious. I’d only had sex in the dark since I’d had Hunter, and my body wasn’t perfect. But with him, I felt like a goddess.
Never taking his eyes from mine, he slid to his knees. He looked up at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was so entranced by his seduction, I forgot about the thin stripes on my stomach, the softness that had been there since before pregnancy. I forgot about everything outside this room but his touch, his appreciation, and the burning desire.
He hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them slowly over my legs and off. I stood before him, naked in heels. The door was cool against my shoulder blades while he knelt, fully clothed, in front of me.
My pussy throbbed with desire; my skin hummed with anticipation. “Nick. I need you.”
He widened my legs with his shoulders, breathing in my scent. “I’m going to savor you.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair, rocking my hips toward his mouth, knowing he could make me feel so good. I’d never experienced an all-consuming need for someone else. This man was going to satisfy every one of my needs and leave me wanting more. He was every fantasy brought to life, and I wanted to be present for every second.
“Please, Nick.”
Instead of responding verbally, he separated my folds and pressed his mouth there. There were no other words for it; he devoured me with his mouth and his tongue. It seemed like he enjoyed this. He kept up the pace until I was weak in the knees.
I pressed hard against the wall, undulating my hips, wanting the release yet not wanting this to end. When I wavered on my heels, he drew one of my legs over his shoulder.
His stiff shirt abraded my skin, creating a delicious contrast between his mouth and clothes. “I’ve got you.”
