Another deep, scorching kiss scattered my thoughts. He stopped in the middle of my bedroom, the hand around the back of my neck tightened, tangled with my hair. “I wanted to tell you that at the bar, but I was middle of helping Clyde hook up a new fryer. That shit was actually complicated. And when I came back out, you were gone.”
“I texted you.”
Nick shifted, placing me on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t check my phone.” Straightening, he shrugged off his leather jacket. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “As soon as I saw you were gone, I went to Jax. He let me go.”
I wet my lips as he reached down, wrapping his fingers along the hem of his shirt. “You left work to come here?”
“I don’t like the idea of you being lonely.” Pulling the shirt over his head, he let it fall to where his jacket rested. “Fuck. I don’t like that idea at all.”
My mouth dried as I got a good eyeful of him. Things had been so fast and heated the night we got together that I really didn’t get the time to appreciate him in all his bare-chested glory. Nick had a great body—a runner’s body. Chest defined and hard, stomach rippled tautly, and hips narrow and lean. Those jeans hung way low, and my eyes followed the fine trail of hair that started at his navel and disappeared under the band of his jeans.
He kicked his boots off next, then his socks. I don’t know what it was about seeing a man’s feet, but there was something entirely intimate about it. Maybe I was just weird like that. “You shouldn’t feel that way,” he continued, drawing my gaze to his. “I don’t want you to.”
“I know you have a lot on your plate and—”
“Yeah, I do.” His fingers went to the button on his jeans, flipping the waist open, then the tinny sound of the zipper going down sent goose bumps over my skin. “But there’s time. There’s a lot of time, and I’m going to start making better use of it.”
His jeans dropped, and he was in a pair of tight black boxer briefs.
“I can totally get behind this use of time,” I murmured.
He chuckled. “And that’s why I like you.”
There was a tiny part of me that wanted to demand what else he liked about me, but that wasn’t what came out of my mouth. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed.”
He stilled, his lips curling up at the corners. “What?”
“I . . . I haven’t really kissed a guy since high school,” I admitted, feeling a little foolish for blurting that out. “I know that sounds all Pretty Woman, but it’s just not something . . .” An unfamiliar moment of uncertainty slammed into me. “God, that’s a stupid thing to say right now. Can we forget I even spoke and get back to getting naked?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I get it.” He reached out, smoothing a hand along my cheek. “You and I . . . ? We’re something else, aren’t we?”
I laughed softly.
“Most people wouldn’t get it, probably wouldn’t even tolerate us, but together . . . we make sense.”
There was a startling truth to his words, but there was also a part of me that wondered if he would’ve come to that conclusion—if I would’ve found myself here with him—if I hadn’t gotten pregnant.
Then Nick was naked, and I was pretty much only capable of focusing on that. I hadn’t even seen the last piece of clothing go off, but there he was, and dear God, it was like hitting the male jackpot.
A hundred percent male, he was a study of hard lines, cut muscles, and masculine beauty. He had no shame standing there in front of me, and there was no mistaking how ready he was. And his size? Whoa.
Pulse pounding, I dragged in air as he curved his fingers under my chin. With slight pressure, he urged me onto my feet. A small grin played across his lips as his hands slipped down my arms and then to the hem of my tank. Without saying a word, he tugged it up and over my head. It joined his clothing. The tips of my breasts were already tight, aching.
His gaze dipped and he made this sound in the back of his throat that turned my knees weak. “These . . .” He ran one hand over the cup of my bra, and I sucked in an unsteady breath. “You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to see these.” That hand glided up, over the black lace and then under the cup. His thumb smoothed over the tip, and pleasure darted out from there, cascading into a shimmery veil of pleasure. “To touch them.” His other hand snaked around my back, and with nimble fingers he unhooked my bra.
A flush spread across my skin as the bra slipped down my arms and off me. Bare to his eyes from the waist up, I bit down on my lip as I let him look his fill, and he did. He looked until I felt like he was committing the image into his memory, until that flush turned into sweltering heat.
Then he cupped me with both hands.
My back arched and a breathy moan escaped me as his fingers did crazy insane things to my senses. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest to steady myself as he explored. His skin was hot under my palm and I could feel his heart pounding.
“Nick,” I breathed.
He shook his head. “I didn’t take my time when we were together. I’m rectifying that right now.”
Oh goodness, he really was. He spent so much time there that when he finally reached for the button on my jeans, I was nearly out of my mind. Each breath I took was shallow and a pulse had picked up, moving deep inside me. My jeans were peeled off in a daze.
Nick dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands settling on my hips. His hair tickled my skin as he placed a kiss just below my navel. “That’s for the sweet pea inside you,” he said, and my heart imploded in a pile of goo. “Yeah, I’ve been doing my own research. And this . . .” His head lowered and he kissed me again, over my center. Even with the satin between his lips and my skin, I felt the touch straight to my core. “And that’s for you.”