Page 68 of Wish Lists and Road Trips

Nick opened the door, and I kicked off my shoes, dancing my way to the bed. “Look how big,” I said, climbing up to bounce in the center of the mattress.

He dropped our bags on a chair and caught me around the waist. “We’re back in Brit-worthy accommodation,” he said, his mouth already working down my neck.

I fell backward and he crawled over me, arranging us both so our heads were on the pillows. His eyes rolled closed and he breathed warmth into my neck. “This is nice.”

“Should we take a nap? We were up half the night.” I was teasing, of course. I might never sleep again as long as he was in the same bed.

He wrapped a big hand around my waist, flipping us so I was underneath him. “Better idea,” he mumbled against my mouth.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I was thinking I might see what it was like to fuck you on a real bed.”

My belly did a somersault. The way he talked to me sent a thrill through my body. It was rougher than Sean, lacking in charm and finesse, but it was so real. Everything about him was that way, from the scratch of his unshaven face to the natural scent of his skin. The sheer size and weight of him on top of me.

I smiled into his kiss, wrapping my leg around him to press that weight where I wanted it. He groaned, grinding slow and deliberate, until my breath was short and my chest damp with sweat. Our clothes came off piece by piece—a T-shirt over my head, him standing to let his jeans pool at his feet while I watched. Then he was back on top of me, pressing me into the mattress, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach before moving down to suck at the skin on my hip.

He traced the line of my panties with his tongue, then pulled them off, eyeing me with his face still between my legs.

My pulse thrummed a chord in my neck. “What are you doing?”

“You know.” He smiled, gliding a finger over me as he kissed my inner thigh. My knees knocked together of their own accord, nearly catching his chin.Smooth.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

“I . . . don’t know.”

He thought I was being coy. His smile turned cocky and I knew instantly he was good at this. “Tell me what turns that into a yes.”

“No, I mean . . .” Ugh, this was suddenly so embarrassing. I felt foolish in my inexperience while he was looking at me with such confidence. Heat swept over my cheeks, down my neck, and I squirmed in his grip. “I don’t know because no one has ever done it.”

“What?” He seemed genuinely confused, which I thought was the sweetest thing I’d seen from him yet. He propped himself on his elbows. “This morning you—I mean, you knew what you were doing.”

With the auction details taken care of, we’d spent the rest of the train ride trying to be quiet while fooling around in our cabin. I thought Nick was going to pass out when I’d finished what I started.

“I’vedone it,” I said. And Sean loved to give me pointers, so I’d gotten pretty good. “I’ve just never . . . received.”

Confusion, then something darker flashed in his eyes. “You’re kidding me. Your fiancé never even offered?”

I shook my head, my lip between my teeth. Then his angry expression slid into that little half-smile that turned my insides into a knot. “Can I be the first?”

“Would that make you happy?”

“Yes.”

How could I say no to that? I blew out a nervous breath and unlocked my knees. Nick kept my gaze as he nudged my thighs farther apart with his elbows, settling between them. He dipped his head and my heart slammed against my chest bone, making my body jerk.

“You okay?”

All I could see was the top of his head, the cowlick in his hair that had been freed when he took off his sweatshirt earlier. Was I okay? If I wasn’t, I didn’t really want to be.

I nodded. “I’m good.”

He nodded back, a little agreement between us that he would take it from there. Good thing because one slow stroke of his tongue and I was convulsing. “Oh my God.”

He smiled and Ifeltit. “I think you’re going to like it.”

Understatement. If he stopped right then, I would have marked that down as one of my favorite things to have ever happened. I settled into the mattress, focusing on the warmth of his arms wrapped under my knees, the slow slide of his tongue. The quiet groan he made like he was taking pleasure. Was he? Did he like doing this?

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