Page 46 of Fractured

“Well, neither of us is going to your room to get it like this.” Disappointment at the reality of this situation begins to set in. “Hey, wait a sec…” I watch as he jumps out of the bed and walks quickly into the attached bathroom. As he returns, he is wearing a huge smile and waving a small dark foil packet in my direction.

As relief washes over me, I ask, “Where’d you find that?”

“I forgot I had one stashed in my toiletry kit.” I’m trying not to think about that too long and remain grateful there’s one available tonight.This hot, sexy man just told you he hasn’t had eyes for anyone since he met you. That has to account for something.

He climbs back into bed, tears open the packet, and rolls the condom on before returning to our previous position. I wrap my legs back around his waist and enjoy the feeling of his rigid length sliding back inside me. He stops momentarily, just holding me against him and occasionally placing kisses along my throat. This time feels different from our first night together. It’s unhurried, more intimate. He’s focused on kissing, and holding, and stroking me. It’s not the untamed lust from before. It feels like a dance, our bodies learning our own special rhythm. The heat builds between us as he rocks into me. With every slide of his hard cock in and out of me, he strokes a fire within my core I don’t want him to put out. Reaching up, he takes my hands and pins them above me. I can feel his pelvis strike my swollen, wet clit with each thrust.

“Oh, Kat. I can’t wait to play out every fantasy I’ve had about you,” he pants.

Intrigued, I push for more. “What have you been thinking about?”

“Oh, there are so many things. I want to fuck you wearing those black laced heels you had on at the Halloween party.” He pants. “I want to see them up over my shoulders as I pound into you.” I grin, picturing the image. Letting go of one of my wrists, he grabs them with one hand as he reaches down to pinch my nipple with the other. “I want to watch you suck my cock wearing that dark red lipstick you had on.” He stops long enough to kiss my mouth again, moaning as I bite into his lower lip. Moving his mouth to my ear, he breathes heavily. “I want to eat your sweet pussy until you come all over my face.” Picturing each scenario, I hear him groan as he’s getting close to the edge. Unbelievably, I know it won’t take much for me, so I consider whether I can take him over with me.

As he slowly and deliberately thrusts into me, I try to whisper-pant into his ear. “Would you like to watch me play with myself while I suck your cock, Dr. Barnes?”

“Oh, fuck, Kat.” He drives into me, completely lost in the moment, bucking into me with a fury. With my hands pinned overhead, the sensation heightens in my groin. I can’t hold back any longer.

“Nick. I… oh, god.” I feel myself clench around him, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

“Kat. Holy…” I watch as he arches his back, his abs rippling before me. Sweat trailing from his chest down the ridges of his abdominal muscles as he stills inside of me, emptying everything he has. As he collapses on top of me, I can feel the aftershocks of his climax… or is it me?

We lie there, wrapped in each other, hot, sweaty, and gasping for air but too tired to contemplate getting up. I watch as Nick rolls to the side, removes the condom, tying it in a knot, and placing it on the floor before returning to me. Rolling me away from him, he snuggles into my back, nibbling on my neck and murmuring into my ear. “Kat?”

“Hmmm?” I exhale.

“What’s your favorite color?”

Giggling, I reply, “Blue. How ’bout you?”

“Same. What’s your favorite movie?”

“It’s a Wonderful Life. The black and white version. What’s yours?”

Chuckling, he says, “Boss Baby.” I jab him in the ribs with my elbow, knowing he can’t be serious.

“What would be your perfect date?” he asks, giving me a tight squeeze.

“You’ll laugh.”

“No, I won’t.” Again feeling kisses along the nape of my neck.

“I want to eat Chinese food out of the containers.”

“What?” He sounds confused.

“I watch movies and tv shows where people share a meal, eating out of white containers using chopsticks… there’s something so casual, yet personal about it. Having a meal with someone like that. Ha, even Benson and Stabler did it onLaw and Order: SVU. I’ve never had anyone I could sit and eat Chinese out the containers with before.”

I feel him hug me a little tighter. Trying to reach up and cover my mouth as I yawn, I volley back, “What about you? You’d probably want to go bungy jumping or something.”

“Nah. I’d just want to spend it with someone I knew really cared about me. Someone I had a connection with. Doing whatever made us happy.” I feel him nuzzle my neck as he whispers, “Okay, that’s enough for tonight. Go to sleep, kitten.”

That’s the last thing I remember as I drift away.

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Awakening to a rustling noise, I open my eyes to Nick dressed in suit pants, his dress shirt, and reaching for his shoes.Is he trying to leave again?

“Where are you going? What time is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

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