Page 113 of Sweet as Sin (Bad Habit 1)
I turned and went inside to find Nico.
I found him without searching, without wondering, just using a hunch so strong it felt like a premonition. I stood outside the shower in the master bathroom and watched him inside, palms flat against the wet tile, leaning with his head bowed and eyes closed, unmoving, letting the water pound over his naked body.
He was beautiful. Like a sculpture.
Stepping out of my heels, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. My skirt came off next, then my panties and bra, every piece of clothing dropped to the tile as quickly as my hands could remove it. I opened the shower door. A billow of steam lifted my hair from my shoulders, kissed moisture all over my skin in warm beaded drops.
Nico raised his head. His eyes blazed when he saw me, and he straightened. He opened his mouth to speak.
“No.” I touched my fingers to his lips. “No talking. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters but this.”
I kissed him.
He responded instantly, groaning into my mouth. He pinned me against his chest with an arm like an iron band around my back, pulling my head back with his other hand fisted in my hair. Breathing hard, trembling all over, he pressed me against the smooth tile wall and ravaged my mouth.
I knew what he needed. This was how we communicated best. Pounding heartbeats and desperate kisses and skin on heated skin, we surrendered without thought or hesitation to the thing that always burned between us, the aching desire and greedy, dark need.
“Kat.” His voice broke when he said my name. “I’m sorry. Of course your feelings matter—”
“Shh,” I whispered. “I know. I already know.”
I turned in his arms, flattened my palms against the slick shower wall, leaned forward, and looked over my shoulder. Nico’s hands gripped my hips. His erection pressed against my bottom. He licked his lips and stared at me in silence, waiting. I’d never seen such a look of lust.
I placed my hand on his, and slid it down my hip, to my bottom. Nico’s avid gaze fol
lowed the motion, then snapped back to mine. Water dripped down his brow. Caught on his long lashes, a single drop fell to his cheek like a tear.
Voice husky, barely audible above the spray of the water, I said, “Do it.”
His lashes fluttered closed. When they opened again, Nico’s expression held a new, dangerous edge.
He slapped my ass, hard.
Pain, stinging hot, exploded like a firework over my skin. I jumped and sucked in a breath, but I’d been expecting it.
He slapped me again. This time I moaned. The pain was brighter, sharper. My back arched. My eyes slid shut. He steadied me with his fingers curved firmly around my hipbone.
When his hand made contact with the tender flesh of my ass a third time, the pain was so strong I went up on my toes, gasping.
“Take it,” he said in a low, raw voice. “Take it for me, Kat.”
Heart pounding, I bowed my head between my raised arms. I whispered, “Yes.”
Seven more swift, merciless blows, and it was over.
Nico’s arm snaked around my waist. He pulled me against his chest, and pressed his lips to my ear. “Beautiful,” he breathed and slid his hand between my shaking legs.
My head fell back against his shoulder. My heart was pounding so frantically I could barely catch my breath. With his strong fingers stroking through my wetness, he lifted his free hand to my breast and gently pinched my nipple. Sensation sizzled through me, hot as the steam billowing around us. I made an incoherent sound of pleasure.
Nico turned me around, and pushed me against the shower wall. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and buried his face between my legs. Hot water rained over his back, splashing up onto my stomach and breasts, onto my hard, aching nipples.
“Please!” I begged, arching into his mouth. My bottom throbbed, my nipples throbbed, my blood screamed through my veins. It felt as if the whole world would explode.
Suckling my clit, Nico slid his fingers deep inside me. I came, crying out his name.
My knees buckled, but before I could fall, Nico picked me up in his arms. He kicked open the shower door, strode through the bathroom into the bedroom, and set me gently on the bed. He found a condom in the nightstand drawer, and rolled it down the length of his beautiful hard cock as I watched, trembling, emotion overwhelming me. He knelt on the mattress and spread my legs, running his open palms down my thighs, his dark gaze on mine. Rivulets of water dripped down his chest.
Silently, watching my face, he eased inside me. Stretching around his girth, I shuddered, exhaling a soft moan.
