Page 64 of Wish Lists and Road Trips

“Take it off.”

He did, unhooking it and lifting it over my head with my tank, much more gracefully than he had my sweatshirt. And that was it. Nothing left between us but his heavy breaths and my slight tremble.

Our eyes locked as he pushed my legs apart with his knee, settling between them.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered.

“You won’t.”

He held my hip with one hand, his cock with the other, watching as he lined us up, then his eyes lifted to mine and with one slow and careful thrust, we were a whole lot more than travel buddies.

Nick sucked in a ragged breath and I whimpered as he hit that same spot that had just sent me crashing. “You okay?”

I shifted, rolling my hips to adjust to the stretch of him. “Yes. More.”

He fisted my hair, a look of pure relief on his face as he started to move. His normally shrewd eyes glazed over, the grumpy little frown he usually wore turning into a growl of pleasure against my breastbone when he found a rhythm.

I pushed my fingers into his hair, relishing the way he let me hold him while his hips pumped. He found my mouth and we laughed into sloppy kisses.

For days I’d been catching glimpses of this charming, playful man just underneath all of Nick’s brooding. He’d forget himself for a moment and smile, and the impossible softness of it would shake my world like a child with a snow globe. Now he was giving it to me without measure and I wanted to scoop up every happy noise he made and keep them in my pocket.

“I want you to come again,” he whispered. His voice was strangled and hoarse despite the smiles.

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

But then he reached for my thigh, wrapping it around his waist, and suddenly he was hitting a new spot that made white flash behind my eyelids. He tilted my hips and slipped a hand between us. My eyes rolled back. “Just like that, sweetheart,” he said. “You drive me fucking crazy, Brit . . . so pretty . . . so sweet.”

The praise made pleasure rush from my belly to my toes and suddenly I was squeezing around him again.

“Oh fuck.” He held my hips, driving faster than before. His eyes were clouded with lust, near wild, but he kept his promise, being so careful while taking everything he needed.

Finally his weight collapsed onto me, and he groaned into my neck much louder than he’d just shushed me for being.

A giggle bubbled out of my still-dazed, sort of squished body. I absolutely loved that I’d made him do that.

Nick’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. His fingers blindly fumbled around my chin and cheeks before pressing lightly against my lips to close them.

“You okay?” he asked, panting against my skin.

“Yes.”

“I was too rough there, at the end.”

I smiled. “No. Shh. I liked it.”

All of his weight was on me now, his breath heaving into my neck. “I fucking loved it.”

He rolled to his side and laced our fingers. “You sure you’re okay?” he breathed, his lips on my forehead.

“Better than okay.”

“Me too.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, grinning down at me. “We should have been doing this for days. I might have been better company.”

I knew there was a sliver of self-consciousness in that, and I held his cheeks, nipping up at his chin. “You’ve always been good company, Nicky.”

He smiled, kissing me. “Are you cold?”

As if on cue, a shiver snaked through my shoulders and I wiggled in his grip. “A little.”

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