One Night With You: A Fatal Series Prequel Novella (The Fatal Series) (5 page)

Since she never left the house unarmed, Sam would be able to defend herself if need be. But that didn’t mean she let down her guard very often, especially with men. This one… Well, he could be different. He rang every one of her bells—smart, sexy, funny, handsome, successful, educated and confident. So far she hadn’t found a single thing about him not to like, except for maybe the fact that he lived outside her precious city.
 

They finally arrived at a townhouse complex, and he pulled into a parking space. Assailed by a sudden bout of nerves, Sam hesitated before reaching for the door handle.

“You still want to hang out?” he asked, tuning into her hesitation.

“Is that what we’re going to do?”

He reached over to stroke her hair. “We can do—or not do—whatever you want. I’ve had more fun on the ride here than I’ve had in years. The evening is already a huge success from my point of view.”

“You’re good,” she said grudgingly. “I’ll give you that.”

Waggling his brows and smiling, he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

The nerves were overruled by the insistent throb between her legs that had her full attention.

“You want to go home?” he asked. “I’ll take you.”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“Excellent decision.” His hand moved to her jaw, turning her toward him for another kiss. This one was softer and more patient than the one before, but it packed no less of a wallop.

Sam curled her hand around his nape, drawing him in closer as their tongues dueled fiercely. Then he bit down lightly on hers, and Sam ignited. She pulled his hair, trying to get closer, and let go only when he winced.

“Sorry.”

“I’m not at all sorry. What do you say we take this conversation inside?”

“I say that’s a great idea.”
 

Chapter 4

Sam liked that he didn’t come around the car to get her but rather met her at the front, extending his hand to her. With his hand wrapped around hers, he led her to a white-clapboard-fronted townhouse that had a black front door and shutters.
 

The second the door closed behind them, he dropped his work satchel as well as the bag from the pharmacy and reached for her.

Sam went to him willingly, wrapping her arms around his trim waist.
 

His mouth came down on hers as he lifted her into his arms in a move that seriously wowed her. She was no wilting flower, and that he lifted her so effortlessly was a huge turn-on. Then he topped himself by pressing her against the wall in the foyer and positively devouring her.
 

Sam had never been kissed quite like this, as if his very existence was tied to her. She looped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he took her on a wild ride. Held against Nick’s wall by the powerful force of his body, Sam forgot all about how tired she’d been after the long day, how much she’d wanted to stay home tonight. Instead, she gave thanks to Angela for dragging her out and to the guy who’d spilled beer all over her. He deserved some credit, too.
 

Her shirt disappeared down her arms, her bra sprang free and her skirt was suddenly bunched around her waist. He worked quickly and efficiently on her clothes and then went to work on the buttons of his shirt, all without missing a beat in the kiss.

“Is that your gun, or are you happy to see me?” he asked in the second before he bit down on her earlobe and nearly made her come.
 

Rattled and undone, Sam said, “Put me down. Just for a second.”

“One second.”

She used the time to remove the weapon from her thigh and placed it in her purse.
 

He tugged on her skirt, letting her know he wanted it gone. “Panties, too.”

Sam noted a slight tremble in her hands as she complied with his gruffly issued directive. When she stood bare before him in the milky darkness, she reached for his belt buckle and went to work on freeing him. Before his pants dropped, he removed a condom from his pocket. “Someone planned ahead.”

“I had time to kill in line.”

“Such a good little Boy Scout.”

“Not so little.”

Normally a cocky comment like that would irritate her, but when his erection surged into her hand—long, full and thick—she couldn’t take issue with the truth. She stroked him, and he got even harder. Her mouth watered at the thought of all that hardness pounding into her.

With a groan, he pulled her hand away, quickly rolled on the condom, cupped her buttocks and lifted her again. “Here or in bed?” he asked in that same gruff tone that told her he was right there on the edge with her.

Since finding a bed would’ve taken time she didn’t want to waste, Sam said, “Here. Right here.”

“Would’ve been my choice, too.” He dragged his fingers between her legs to test her readiness. “Next time, I’m going to kiss you here first. I want to kiss you everywhere, but right now…”

“
Yes
, right now.”

He surged into her, stealing the breath from her lungs and every thought from her mind that didn’t involve the sublime sensation of being taken by him. His fingers dug into the dense flesh of her bottom and held on tight as he withdrew and entered her again, harder this time.
 

Sam grasped a handful of his silky dark hair, needing to hold on to something. In this position, he had all the control, and she yielded to him willingly because he knew exactly what he was doing. He had her on the brink of release faster than she’d ever gotten there before, and he didn’t let up, pounding into her repeatedly.
 

She drew him into another tongue-tangling kiss and dropped her hand to where they were joined, giving herself the push she needed to reach the peak. The orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced with any other man.

Gasping, he tore his lips free of hers and went with her, surging into her and then sagging against her, still throbbing inside. For a long time, they were silent, both breathing hard in the aftermath.

He broke the silence with a single word: “Wow.”

Sam laughed. “That about sums it up.”

“I’ve never had sex against a wall before.”

“Neither have I.”

“I’ll never look at this wall the same way again.” He kissed her, softly and sweetly. “That was so hot.”

“Mmm, very hot.”

“Hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?”

“Without a doubt.” He nibbled her neck and had her thinking about round two when her normal inclination was to say thanks for the lay, see you later. But not this time. This time, once wasn’t going to be enough. Hell, six times might not be enough with him.
 

“Me, too.”

“Hold on.” Keeping his tight grip on her ass, Nick lifted her off the wall and walked them into his dark house.
 

With her arms around his neck, she held on as he headed down a hallway and into a bedroom that was faintly lit from the streetlights. He laid her on the bed and kissed her. “Hang on a sec.” Gripping the condom, he finally withdrew from her. “Be right back.”
 

Sam wanted to turn the light on so she could see his room—and him when he returned—but she stayed put. The muscles in her thighs quivered, and her sex pulsed with aftershocks. All in all, he’d blown her away, and that wasn’t easy to do. Her friends teased her about being “the guy” in every relationship. She always went home after sex and didn’t see the need for cuddling or other foolishness. Sex was about the release and nothing else.

But he’d made her curious enough to find out if round two would hold up to round one. As he came back into the room, the bag from the store in hand, her entire body tingled with awareness. In the shadows, she could see his erection stretching nearly to his navel. Her mouth watered in anticipation and at knowing he was thinking about round two as well.

“Drink?” He held out a glass of ice water.

Sam sat up to take it from him. “Thanks.” She took a couple of sips, the cool liquid coating her throat. “Did I scream? Before?”

“A little.”

“That must be why my throat hurts.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.”

“I’m not usually a screamer.”

“You’re not usually with me.”

She handed him the glass, which he placed on the bedside table. “You’re feeling rather pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”

“Aren’t you? Pleased with yourself?”

“I’m pleased with both of us. We do good work together.”

Laughing, he came down on the bed next to her. He placed his hand on her belly. “Yes, we do, but I’d hardly call it work.”

“Consider it a metaphor, then.”

“Are you cold?”

“No, the AC feels good after sweltering all afternoon.”

“You’re sunburned,” he said, tracing his fingertip over the V at her neckline where her uniform had left her exposed to the sun.

“Maybe a little.”

“I bet you’re hot in your uniform. I’d like to see that sometime.”

“That might be possible.”

“Come here. You’re too far away over there.”

“I’m like two inches from you.”

“Too far.”

Oh, she liked this guy. She liked him a whole lot. As a rule, she didn’t really like anyone. She put up with people, especially guys who were usually all talk and no action. This one had the goods to go along with the words. And he was sweet and funny and sexy as hell. Offering to take her home any time she wanted had earned him major points, and that was before he fucked her lights out against a wall.

Sam rolled onto her side so she was pressed up against him. “Better?”

“Getting there.” He put his arm around her and slid his leg between hers. His erection lay hot and heavy against her belly. “Now that’s better.”

With her face pressed to his chest, she nuzzled his chest hair and dabbed his nipple with her tongue, earning a sharp inhale from him.
 

“I want to do that to you.”

“You’ll get your turn.” Taking charge, Sam kissed her way down the front of him, spending extra time on his well-defined abs. He had the lean, muscular body of a man who took good care of himself but didn’t spend more time than necessary pumping iron for the sake of pumping iron.

She used her tongue to trace the outline of each hill and valley in that spectacular field of abdominal muscles and thrilled when they quivered in response. Naturally, she had to do it again since the first time had been so rewarding.

“Sam…”

He sounded tense, on edge… She liked him that way, so she kept up the torture for a while longer before moving south to the sexy V-cut muscles that framed his hips. The entire time, she pretended like his huge erection wasn’t getting bigger by the second.

Blow jobs had never been her favorite thing to do, but she had a feeling he could change her opinion on the subject. For one thing, she’d never wanted to do that more than she did right now. Deciding to have mercy on him, she wrapped her hand around the thick base and stroked him.

The tortured groan that came from him only made her more determined to go for it. What the hell? This was one night of debauchery, and she’d already crossed a number of lines she hadn’t crossed in years. What was one more at this point? She took him into her mouth slowly, going for maximum effect as she sucked on the broad crown.

“
Fuck
,” he whispered harshly. His fingers combed through her hair, fisting and pulling ever so slightly as she took more of him into her mouth.
 

Curiously, the harder she worked to pleasure him, the more turned on she seemed to get. Never before had this act killed two birds with one stone. The slick heat between her legs had her full attention even as she took him deeper into her throat, swallowing slowly and lashing him with her tongue.

“
Holy fucking shit
.”
 

She wondered if he even knew that he was now pulling her hair—hard. The tingling pain from her scalp seemed to be connected directly to her clit, which throbbed insistently.