Page 57 of Sweet as Sin (Bad Habit 1)
His teeth skimmed my nipple. He bit down, harder than before. I jerked, my hands clenched in the sheets. Feather light, his fingers brushed over my sex, and I whimpered his name.
Of their own will, my hips flexed up into his hand. I knew I was wet. I knew he felt it, as soon as I heard the low grumble of desire go through his chest. His thumb drew the softest of circles over my clit, and I sucked in a breath, my legs parting.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my breast. “Fuck. Kat. You’re so beautiful.”
The arm he was leaning on slipped beneath my back, dragging me closer to him, pinning me against his hard body. I sank my fingers into the thick softness of his hair, and pulled his head down, desperate to get as close as I could. His chest felt burning hot. His lips on my skin were even hotter.
“You make me feel beautiful, Nico,” I whispered, my eyes shut, my body singing from his touch. “You make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
He said, “That’s because you are,” and slid his fingers deep inside me.
I moaned. My head tipped back into the pillow. My knees drew up. My pelvis rocked against his hand.
What a way to wake up.
Nico’s voice was a low rasp in my ear. “You’re gonna come for me. And when you do, you’re gonna be mine, baby. No other man can touch you. No other man gets that smile, those eyes, that laugh. You’re gonna give it all to me, and me alone.”
Oh, his fingers. And his words. Magic. I turned my face to his neck and sucked on his throat, desperate to taste him, desperate to get as close as I could. My body was arching in time to the slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers inside me. I was shivering. I was flying. I was losing myself in him, and damn if I didn’t want to get lost.
Naturally, Fate thought it would be funny to interrupt this beautiful interlude with a noise I was quickly starting to hate: the doorbell.
It rang with a chime that seemed to echo through the house like gunfire. My eyes flew open. Nico and I both froze. The doorbell chimed mockingly on and on, as if stuck on repeat.
Without removing his hand from its possessive, intimate position, Nico looked over his shoulder, to the clock on the opposite wall. He growled, and I don’t think I’d ever heard a sound so frustrated. Not that I was thinking, really. I was teetering, caught on the razor’s edge of release.
My voice was a croak. “What’s happening?”
He turned to me. Those dark sea-storm eyes were back, along with a scowl. “Band’s here. Forgot they were comin’.”
Oh. Great. The band was here. What a wonderful end to a perfectly wonderful day.
I wanted to scream in disappointment. Or maybe pull the covers over my head and hide until the morning came and I could put today behind me, like a bad dream. Hungover, mobbed, jealous, jealousy exposed, and now sexually frustrated.
The last thing I expected to hear at that moment was a soft, satisfied laugh.
Damn. The man could read me like an open book. “Do not laugh at me.”
Nico’s scowl had faded, replaced with a look of amusement. The twinkle in his eyes was even more satisfied than his laugh. He slowly withdrew his fingers, making me shudder, then stroked them up and down my sex, focusing on the aching nub on top. He pinched it between his fingers and tugged. I gasped, stiffening, my eyes wide, staring up into his.
The doorbell rang on and on.
Nico ignored it. “You gonna hide your feelings from me again, Kat?”
Stroke. Tug. Stroke.
“I—I can’t . . . okay yes probably.” The last part came out in a breathless rush as the coil of pleasure deep in my belly wound tight.
Nico kissed me softly on the lips. “The correct response to that question is ‘no,’ baby.”
Stroke. Pinch. Stroke. I couldn’t help the soft, pleading whine I made. More stroking, firmer, quicker, as Nico intently watched my face. His own was hard with desire. My lips parted wordlessly when I felt a tiny contraction.
And then, bastard that he was, Nico stopped.
“No! Nico!”
Without breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on the two fingers that had just been inside me. He really made a meal of it, too, running his tongue all the way down to the base of his fingers, sucking all the way back to the tips. It was sexy as hell. Then he crushed his lips against mine and fucked my mouth with his tongue.
He wrapped an arm around my back, hard as an iron bar, and held me against him, kissing me with so much passion and possessiveness it took my breath away. He rolled on top of me, gripped both my wrists in his hands, and pinned them to the pillow above my head.
