Page 58 of Sweet as Sin (Bad Habit 1)
The doorbell fell silent. With all my heart, I hoped the band had decided to take a hike down the canyon and would never be seen again.
Panting, Nico pulled away and stared down at me. His eyes were wild. He looked even more undone than I was. He looked about to explode.
So, brat that I am, I laughed.
I flexed my pelvis against his, feeling the hard length of his erection through his sweats. “Aw, what’s the matter big boy? Feeling a little frustrated?”
Fast as lightning, he sat up, pulled me along with him, flipped me over, and had me across his knees. Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into my bare ass.
I cried out, mostly from surprise. It stung, but didn’t really hurt. I think my ego was more hurt that he could flip me around like a pancake and I could do nothing to stop it.
Or could I?
I looked at him over my shoulder. When he glanced at me, kissing the flesh he’d just nipped, I lifted my butt so there was a pretty arch in my lower back. In my best phone-sex-operator voice, I breathed, “So you’re an ass man, then, Nico? Or . . . ” Slowly, I rolled over, watching as his eyes devoured the sight of my naked body. I cupped my breasts in my hands. “Are you more of a breast man?”
When he remained silent, staring down at me in molten stillness, I smiled even wider. “No? Must be a leg man, then.” I slid my hands down my ribcage, over my belly, and across my hips, then, catlike, stretched out to my full length, pointing my toes and lifting my hands over my head.
I was totally naked. Totally exposed to him. And, due to his expression of extreme desire, feeling totally fantastic.
Until he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me across the bed, and on top of him. I wound up on his lap, legs around his hips, face in his hands, stunned by how easily he could manage my weight and get me exactly where he wanted me with minimal effort on his part.
Nico answered me in a gruff whisper. “When it comes to you, Kat, I’m all three. But make no mistake: I play to win. So if you wanna start this little teasin’ game, I’m not gonna stop until you beg me to.” He ran his tongue along my lower lip, and rocked his pelvis into mine, putting pressure in the exact right spot to make me softly gasp.
“You started it!” I might have already been begging a little. The band was a distant memory by now.
“Did I? Hmm.” Nico cupped my ass and ground me against him. My nipples skimmed his chest, sending jolts of pleasure through me, jolts that grew hotter and stronger when he moved his hands to my breasts and gently squeezed. He stroked his thumbs back and forth over my aching nipples, watching my face all the while. Watching as my lids grew heavy, my breath grew short, my pulse went haywire.
Oh God. Could he make me come . . . just like this?
I whispered his name. A small smile played over his lips.
“Yeah, baby? What is it? You got somethin’ to say?”
It was already on the tip of my tongue. Just one little word and I could fall apart in his hands. Please.
But that would be too damn easy. And if there was one thing I was determined not to be with Nico, it was easy.
Well, easier.
I smiled a little smile of my own. “Yes. Actually I do.” I reached between us, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his s
weats, and wrapped my fingers around his stiff, swollen cock. His eyes went wide. I was more than a little satisfied to hear his sharp intake of breath. Sweetly, I said, “I play to win, too, handsome. You’re on.”
I kissed him. I stroked him as we kissed, loving the low, masculine sound he made deep in his throat, loving how hard I made him, loving how his breath was just as ragged as my own. My thumb swept over the velvet crown, and he groaned my name, fisting my hair in his hands.
At precisely that moment, the band walked in.
The first thing I did was scream. Then I dove off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor opposite the door, and hid.
Nico, on the other hand, decided that exploding in thermonuclear anger was the right way to deal with the situation.
“What the FUCK, assholes? Get the FUCK outta my bedroom!”
Amused chuckling followed his outburst. Then one of the assholes said, “Wouldn’t have had to come up here to find you in the first place if you would’ve just answered the door, bro. But I can see now you were . . . occupied. Must’ve been why you forgot to lock the door in the first place.” The voice rose, calling out to me. “Hi there, sweetheart! Kat, is it? Heard a lot about you. Don’t worry, we didn’t see much!”
I heard more amused chuckling, with a few snickers thrown in for good measure.
This day just kept getting better and better.
