Page 63 of Wish Lists and Road Trips

He dipped lower and the chain he wore pooled on my collar bone, cool metal on hot skin. “I’m going to touch every inch of you,” he said. His teeth dragged across the swell of my breast and my hips jerked.

He shifted his weight to his knees and pushed my tank top up my belly, bending to nuzzle his face against my navel as he slid my underwear down my thighs.

When he brushed his fingers over me, I cried out loud enough to echo in the tiny tin can of a room.

“Shhh.” He covered my mouth with his, grinning. “We have to be quiet. We’re already in trouble.”

I pressed my teeth into my lip and nodded, but I was sure I was leaving nail marks on his back.

“Can you be good?” he asked, circling me with his thumb.

I don’t know who he thought I was, but calm and composed while Nick was saying those things and touching me like that was not something I could commit to. “I don’t know.”

He curled his fingers and when I gasped a little too loud, he shot me a look that was half warning, half pride. He quieted me again with his mouth, his hips rocking against my thigh in a way that made me feel wanted and powerful.

“You’re going to have to because if someone knocks on that door before I get inside you, I’m going to explode.”

I nodded, deciding I could give him what he asked but only because I wanted him inside me too. I wanted him everywhere.

“I’ll be good,” I slurred. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

He stretched one arm above my head, his other hand working a pattern, patient and determined, turning me into a moaning, blubbering,beggingmess. “Don’t stop,” I repeated.

“I won’t.”

“Please, Nick.”

He laughed into my neck. “I’m not going to—”

The fire that had been building in my belly exploded, pulsing downward until I was clenched around his fingers, my legs shaking in a way I couldn’t control.

Nick smiled against my open mouth. “Shhh,” he reminded me, but what I’d thought was building into a scream came out as a whimper. Every nerve in my body was dancing and the pleasure of it all stole my breath. I couldn’t make any noise if I wanted to.

Nick shifted so his whole body covered mine, the heavy length of him pressed into my thigh, and he kissed me with so much affection. His mouth was sweet and slow, his fingers careful, but relentless. He held me as I twitched and shuddered from the shock of it, smoothing my hair and kissing my jaw instead of rushing me.

“Good?” he asked, nuzzling my hair.

I sighed out some unintelligible reply, but the answer was a resoundingholy fuck.

He sucked at my neck. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, please. Be inside me, please.”

His laugh was a burst of hot air on my ear, then his tongue was there, flicking the lobe. “I have a condom in my wallet.”

“I have an IUD,” I said, holding on to his arm so he couldn’t leave me. “And I’ve been tested . . . because, Sean . . .”

Nick’s jaw ticced and I turned away. I was feeling open and emotional and if I saw that protective look in his eyes one more time, I might make a fool of myself with orgasm tears.

He pressed his thumb to my bottom lip. “I have too. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Yes.” I reached down, clawing at his boxers while he smiled and pulled them the rest of the way off. He kissed the top of my thigh, my hip, then stretched out over me, our stomachs sealing together in the humidity we’d built up. The walls must have been sweating.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“And I’m not wearing any pants.”

“Still wearing this, though,” he said, pushing my bra strap off of my shoulder.

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