Page 3 of The One Who Won’t Get Away
Chapter 2
Nadya
INEVER UNDERSTOODwhy hotel rooms insist on this specific shade of defeat.Walls the color of over-chewed gum.Carpet a dull beige.The queen-sized bed sat under a sheet so thin you could read a ransom note through it.Out of the two lamps on both sides of the bed, only one was on, casting everything into a depressively dim light.The only other piece of furniture was a stubby desk, already collecting takeout menus, crumpled receipts, and a pen.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew this was just me seeing everything bad.Blame the weather.Time to pretend I was happy in hopes I’d convince myself of that.
Nick stood by the window, thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets, backlit by the orange blur of a parking lot.His jaw was all hard lines and five o’clock shadow, and his shoulders still had that squared-off military set.The way he watched me, though, the way I kept feeling like he saw way too much...Ex military turned cop, maybe?
I toed off my boots, ignoring the nervous energy ricocheting inside my skull.
“So,” I said, because it’d be a miracle if I let a silence live for more than five seconds.“Are you going to get naked or do I have to do it for you?”
Nick tilted his head, a tiny smirk on his lips, then finally, finally, he started pulling off his shirt, revealing a buffet of muscles.Yum.I wanted to lick every single one.
Instead, I whistled.“I see you’ve been keeping up with the gym selfies.”
“Not for social media.”He let the shirt fall, arms crossed over his chest.“Too many prying eyes.”
“Oh, yeah.”I flopped back onto the bed, arms stretched over the white sheets, “You’re a deep cover op, secret agent man?”
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking at me like a puzzle, the corners of his mouth twitching.“Something like that.”
He unfastened his belt and let his jeans fall.His boxers tented with an impressive erection.If he knew how to use that thing, it might not even matter that I wasn’t drunk.I could definitely forget myself on that massive tool.
Before he could try to take my clothes off, I started on it myself, pulling the sweater and the shirt off together.Not the sexiest move to rush like this but having someone undress me was a sure way to ruin all the fun.
I threw my bra at his head, just for the hell of it, then shimmied out of my jeans.It wasn’t until I was down to my black silky panties that I noticed Nick still hadn’t blinked.He was looking at me like I was some lost treasure he stumbled upon.His eyes couldn’t decide what part of me to land on.
“Fuck,” he muttered, but he didn’t pounce.Good.Very good.
The faintest pulse of nerves prickled my neck as I took my panties off.I shouldn’t be nervous.Nick was absolutely perfect so far.Not too pushy but clearly appreciative.And damn, was he an eye candy or what, especially now that I could see the scars on his shoulder and chest.A gorgeous, patient warrior.
He sat on the bed, still not rushing me.Before I had a chance to second-guess it, I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs.His palm pressed flat against my lower back while the other hand slipped up, tracing the tiny circular scar next to my nipple.He didn’t comment.Points for him.
“So.”He took his time with the word, like he wanted to uncork every possible meaning.“How will you take advantage of me?”
“I want you to devour me while I ride your face.You won’t need air when you can breathe me, right?”
He nodded, a tiny, approving tilt, then grabbed my hips tighter and scooted us to the middle of the bed, until he could lie down.
I knelt above him, knees bracketing his ears, the whole world compressing into his hot, hungry breath on my skin.Nick’s hands stayed on my hips, and though I could have held my own weight, he took it for himself, guiding me down with the least pressure possible.Like he expected me to buck at the first sign of him taking control.Maybe I would.Maybe I wouldn’t.It was nice, though, the way he waited for my cue.
I pressed my palms into the headboard, which wobbled theatrically like a third-rate motel set.I was grinning before I meant to.“Is this your kink?Letting girls smother you to death?”
“Only the ones that taste this sweet,” he murmured, and then his mouth landed on me.
