One Night With You: A Fatal Series Prequel Novella (The Fatal Series) (6 page)

Nick gave a swift tug that dislodged his cock from her mouth. And then she was on her back. That he handled her like she was light as air was a huge turn-on since she was hardly “light.” She was a long,
long
way from fat, but she was certainly no stick figure.

Hovering above her, he propped himself on one elbow while he rolled on a new condom. All the while, he stared down at her with those gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to see all the way through her. Under normal circumstances, the thought of being “seen” that way would’ve freaked her out and had her running away. But nothing about these circumstances was normal for her, so she stayed put, wanting to see what would happen next more than she wanted to flee.

And oh what happened next…

Whereas the first time, against the wall, had been hard and fast, this time he was all about slow and sultry, taking his time as he started at her lips, devouring her with his teeth and tongue and leaving her bereft when he broke the kiss. He seemed to be in no particular rush as he kissed her neck and throat and the upper slopes of her breasts.

Sam had never been more aware of her nipples or the way they tightened in anticipation. She fisted a handful of his hair and tried to direct him there, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He was killing her.

“Nick…”

“What?”

“I…”

“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

She cupped her breasts in both hands and offered them to him, knowing she wouldn’t soon forget the way his eyes widened with surprise and then pleasure as he gave her what she wanted. And oh did he give it to her, licking and sucking and biting… The biting was new and was nearly enough on its own to make her come.

Her breasts had never been more sensitive. Waves of heat traveled from her chest to every corner of her body. Right when she thought she couldn’t take the exquisite torture for another second, he moved down and set out to torture her belly with the same exceptional attention to detail he’d shown her breasts.

Just like blow jobs had never been her favorite thing—before tonight, anyway—receiving oral was another thing that hadn’t done much for her in the past. Most of the time, it was all stabby and pokey and overly enthusiastic effort that led to absolutely nothing for her except a general feeling of disappointment and chafing in the worst possible place.

As Nick worked his way down, down,
down
, she had a feeling her opinion was about to change. The first sign that she might finally have found a man who knew his way around the female genitalia came when he propped her legs on his broad shoulders, opening her wide before him. She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands, knowing he would only push them away. Rather, she clutched handfuls of the comforter and waited to see what he would do.

She was fairly trembling with anticipation by the time he finally looked his fill and lowered his head to get down to business.

Holy Christ… He skipped all the preliminaries and sucked her clit, triggering an orgasm that made her scream with surprise and nearly unbearable pleasure. She’d never come so easily in her entire life, and she could easily become addicted to the full-body orgasms he provided.

He brought her down slowly, gently, and then took her back up again by driving his fingers into her at the same time his tongue found her clit. In a matter of seconds, she was coming again, which had never, ever happened twice in such a short amount of time. Before she had even a second to recover from the powerful, full-body release, he entered her. In keeping with the slow theme, he tortured her by pressing into her fully and then retreating completely.
 

He did that over and over again until Sam was about to lose her mind. “Please…”

“What do you need?” he asked, propped above her, sexy as all hell. The guy was seriously ripped, and every one of those muscles was beautifully engaged in what he was doing to her.

“You know!”

“Tell me anyway.”

Sam wasn’t much for talking during sex. She preferred to let her body do the talking for her.
 

He continued to hover, the tip of his cock just inside her while he waited for her to tell him what she wanted.
 

She raised her hips, trying to force him to get the show on the road, but he wouldn’t be forced into anything.

His low chuckle would’ve infuriated her if every one of her brain cells hadn’t been currently focused on what was happening—or not happening—between her legs. “Use your words.”

“Are you always like this?” she managed to ask.

“I’m never like this.”

She wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but posing the question would’ve taken effort she couldn’t seem to summon when she was being held hostage by his powerful body and the thick press of his cock.

“Words,” he reminded her. “Give them to me, and then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Fuck me. Just do it, will you?”

“How hard was that?”
 

“Hard. Yes, hard would be good.”

Laughing, he gave it to her hard and fast, so fast and so hard that the bed banged against the wall as his body slammed into hers. So good… So fucking
perfect
. She’d never had sex like this before, the kind that made her question every choice she’d ever made in the past when it came to men.

This one had been different from the word go, and he was proving how different he was with every thrust of his big cock. Then he reached down to where they were joined to coax her into joining him in another of those full-body orgasms he doled out so effortlessly.

Sam saw stars— honest-to-God
stars
—as she came with him deep inside her, clinging to her as he let go with a deep groan of pleasure that echoed all the way through her.

As he came down on top of her, still throbbing deep inside her, Sam wrapped her arms around him to keep him from getting away. That too was new. She was usually the one to turn away afterward, eager to reclaim her space and to separate herself from the man of the moment.

But this man, this one… She wanted to hold on to him and the way he made her feel for as long as this perfect night lasted.
 

He raised his head off her chest and looked down at her, seeming to take inventory of her features. “That was…” He shook his head. “Amazing.”

Sam nodded in agreement. She was unaccustomed to being so undone by sex. To her, it was a physical act, a way to blow off steam and de-stress. She’d had more than one guy act hurt when she got right up afterward to get dressed to go home. She didn’t see the point of lingering when she’d gotten what she wanted.

With his eyes open and fixed on hers, Nick kissed her before he withdrew. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he left the bed.

This would be the perfect opportunity to get up, find her clothes and ask him to take her home. She had an early morning, and this had been fun, but it was time to get back to reality. Except… She couldn’t seem to move her arms or legs, nor could she find the wherewithal to make her escape.

So she stayed in his big comfortable bed until he returned with another glass of ice water. Still beautifully naked, he sat on the side of the bed and held the glass for her.
 

Sam propped herself up on an elbow and let him feed her sips of cold water that felt heavenly on her parched throat.
 

“You want to go home?” he asked.

“Not particularly.”

Was that relief she saw on his face? Whatever it was, it was gone as fast as it had arrived.
 

“Do you have to be somewhere in the morning?”

“Um, yeah. Work.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“I’m a cop. No such thing as weekends in my world.”

“That’s awful.”

“Believe me, I know.”

Putting the glass on a coaster on the bedside table, he reached for the alarm clock. “What time do you need to get up?”

“How long will it take to get back to the real world from here?”

Rolling his eyes at her slam on Northern Virginia, he said, “On a Saturday morning, about fifteen minutes.”

“Set it for five thirty, then.”

The same hazel eyes that had rolled with derision now nearly popped out of his skull. “As in five thirty
a.m.
?”

Sam laughed at his horrified reaction. “You heard me right.”

“That’s extremely uncivilized.”

“You’ve made me all dirty. I have to go home and shower before I meet my dad, the deputy chief, for coffee.”

She definitely didn’t imagine the slide of his Adam’s apple in his throat. “Your dad is the deputy chief… of police?”

“The one and only.”

“Well… That’s… Nice.”

Sam laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. “Said no guy who dated any of Skip Holland’s daughters. Ever.”

“So he’s kind of a badass, huh?”

“The baddest of badasses. He carries a gun, a Taser
and
a billy club—and isn’t afraid to use any of them.”

“Good to know.”

Sam smiled at him. He was truly adorable and the sexiest guy she’d ever slept with—hands down.
 

Nick set the alarm, put the clock back on the table and slid into bed next to her.

Before she had a chance to wonder if he was into snuggling, he had wrapped his arms around her and made her comfortable with her head resting on his chest. His hand traveled up and down her back in soothing circles that had her relaxing into his embrace.

“I don’t do this,” she said, breaking the long silence.

“Do what?”

“Snuggle. Sleep over.” She hadn’t really intended to share that with him, but the words were out before she could take the time to decide if she should tell him that. The usual rules of gamesmanship were all out of whack with this guy, who seemed to be as nice as he was sexy.

He tightened his arms around her. “I’m glad you’ve decided to make an exception.”

“I’ve made quite a few exceptions tonight.”

“I know that crossing the 14
^th
Street Bridge was a big deal for you…”

Sam laughed. “Yes, that was the biggest of the exceptions.”

“Sorry to drag you out of your city. I hope I’ve made it worth the trip.”

She slid her leg between both of his and flattened her hand on his abdomen. “It was definitely worth the trip, and I do like to get my passport stamped once in a while.”

“I want to see you again.”

Chapter 5

“You do?”

He nodded, looking adorably uncertain.

“You mean you want to see me naked again, right?” She could get onboard with that.

“No… I mean, yes, of course I do, but that’s not all I want. For some strange reason, I like you.” This was said with a twinkle of amusement in those sexy hazel eyes.

“Ha! What’s wrong with you? No one likes me, and
I
like it that way.”

“Your particular brand of prickliness is a turn-on to me. What can I say? I must be a masochist.”

“You certainly are.”

“So… You want to see me again, too?”

“Maybe.”

“Ouch.”

“Ohhh, sorry, did I injure your proud male ego by being noncommittal? I bet that doesn’t happen very often.”

“You wound me, Sam. You really do.”

“Just trying to keep you humble.” She hesitated, glancing at him to find he was watching her closely. “You’re a nice guy. A really nice guy.”

Wincing, he said, “Double ouch.”

“No, really,” she said, laughing. “I mean that sincerely. And let me tell you, with the element I deal with at work,
nice
is a very good thing.”

“I suppose I should take the props where I can find them with you. Something tells me you’re not very free with the compliments.”

If he hadn’t been holding her so close to him, Sam might’ve squirmed from the way he read her so accurately. “The thing is… I don’t do the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I don’t have time for a relationship. I work all the time.”

“All work and no play will make Sam a very dull girl.”

“Indeed it does.”