Steel: Blackthorne MC #1 (2 page)

“So,” I said. “Do you come here often?” As the words left my mouth, my heart sunk in horror.
Seriously. Of all the cliched things to say, I had to pick that one
.

He was only staying here with me out of politeness, and now that I’d used that line on him, I was sure to send him running for the hills. But he didn’t run, he gave me a slow, sexy smile and reached out his hand.

I held my breath as his fingers grazed my cheek and then gently tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. His fingertips felt rough against my skin and I imagined how they would feel touching other parts of my body. “Are you coming onto me?” he asked.

I flushed scarlet. “I… er…”

Great. Way to go. So sophisticated. How could he possibly resist me now?

He chuckled. “I’m just teasing you. I come here now and again.” He leaned forward, put his mouth close to my ear and whispered the words. I could feel his breath on my cheek. It sent delicious tingles down my neck, and I felt my nipples pucker beneath my dress. I swallowed hard. I hoped he couldn’t see just how much he affected me.
 
“I’m more interested in what you are doing here? It doesn’t really seem like your kind of place.”

I was so nervous. I reached out and took another sip of my drink, savoring the warming sensation of the alcohol.

His eyes travelled down from my face to linger on my breasts. I was breathing faster than normal.

The gorgeous stranger leaned forward again, and I felt his lips hot and soft against my ear as he whispered, “I would really like to take you to my room right now.”

He pulled away just a fraction to study my face for a response.

Oh my God. Was this really going to happen? Was I really going to have a hot one night stand with a tattooed stranger? It wasn’t like me. I was Ella Anderson, first-year medical student at Columbia. I studied hard and got good grades. I’d only ever slept with two men before. Could I really go through with it?

It seemed that every part of my body was screaming yes.

He leaned closer to me again so that his body was pressed hard against mine and said, “What’s your name?”

“Ella.” I barely recognized my own voice.
 

“Nice to meet you Ella. I’m Nick.” His lips grazed my cheek and I let out a shaky breath. “Would you like to come to my room, Ella?”

Oh, God, yes, that was exactly what I wanted.
 

But there was something stopping me saying yes. This man was a stranger. Could I really trust him? Just then I caught sight of Claire out of the corner of my eye.
 

“I’ll just tell my friend what we’re going to do…” I flushed. “I mean not
tell
her what we’re going to
do
! I just don’t want her to worry when she realizes I’m not around.”

He smiled at me and then chuckled as if he found my babbling amusing or endearing. “I’ll wait here,” he said and leaned back on the bar, giving me a sexy grin.

I had butterflies in my stomach as I rushed over to Claire. I needed to talk to her quickly and get back to him before he changed his mind.

Claire was sitting at a table next to a dark haired guy with multiple piercings.

I leaned down, and whispered in Claire’s ear, telling her what I was about to do.

She was shocked. I could see that from her face.

“Are you sure? Where is he?” she asked, trying to scan the bar and check out my mystery man.

I jerked my thumb in his direction, trying not to look too obvious.

Unfortunately, discretion wasn’t one of Claire’s strong points. “Holy Crap! He’s gorgeous!” she squealed.

I grinned back at her. “Don’t wait up for me,” I said and winked.

When I turned around, I saw that he was looking at me. My stomach flipped over and I swallowed hard.
 

Was I really about to do this?

***

“I have a room upstairs,” he said to me when I reached his side.

I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t realized the bar was part of a hotel.

As if he guessed what I was thinking, he said, “There’s just a couple of rooms here on the third floor for regular guests.”

Outside the bar, we stopped beside the elevator, and I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. I was so nervous.

As the elevator doors opened, I took in a deep breath. I could still back out. It wasn’t too late.

I shot a glance at my white knight.

He didn’t make a move to enter the elevator. Instead, he put a hand out to the door to prevent the doors closing.

“Second thoughts, Ella?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s just… I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

He kept his hand in place on the elevator door and took a step inside before turning to face me.

“It’s your call, sweetheart, but if you come with me now, I promise you won’t regret it.”

My gaze focused in on his soft lips as he gave me another one of those slow, sexy smiles.

I took a deep breath and followed him inside the elevator.

The doors had barely closed when he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back against the wall of the elevator.

I gasped as he pushed his body against mine, and I put my hands on his rock hard chest. My body felt like it was on fire as he lowered his head to kiss me. He smelled of citrus and mint.

He pressed his lips to mine, and my body responded immediately. I’d never been kissed like that before. He was intoxicating.
 

And he tasted so good. His lips were soft in contrast to his stubble that lightly scratched against my skin. I imagined feeling that same sensation lower down my body, and my nipples tightened into hard peaks as his tongue explored my mouth.

He pulled away, and it was only then that I realized the doors had opened and two heavily tattooed bikers stood watching us and grinning, waiting to enter the elevator.

Nick reached out, took my hand in his and led me out of the elevator towards his room.

It seemed like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. Even the touch of his hands on mine felt erotic.

We were in his room, he closed the door and then turned to face me. He approached me slowly as if savoring the anticipation.

Finally, he grabbed both my hands and held them high above my head, keeping them there with one hand, he reached behind my dress to find the zipper and slowly lowered it.

My heart was beating fast as my dress slipped down my body, leaving me standing there in only my underwear.

All my old insecurities flooded back to me. What would he think of my body? Surely he could have any woman he wanted, so was I a disappointment? But if I was, he showed no sign of that.

He looked down at me with burning lust in his eyes. He grinned at me sexily as he released my hands. “Are you ready, Ella,” he said.

I managed to nod and then I gasped as he slid my bra straps down past my shoulders. With a practiced movement, he unfastened my bra and the lace fell from my breasts to the floor.

My nipples tightened as he stared down at me.

“God, you’re beautiful, Ella,” he said.
 

Before I could respond, he put his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply and passionately as his hands cupped my breasts.

He traced a rough fingertip across my nipple, and I moaned in pleasure. I could hardly stand the sensations shooting through my body. He paused for a moment, turning me so that my legs were against the bed, and then he pushed me down gently onto the mattress.

I sat there in awe as he tugged off his T-shirt. Tattoos covered his arms and his pecs. The rest of his torso was free from ink, just tanned, smooth skin. I reached out to touch his abs, and my fingertips traced the V that disappeared beneath his jeans. My eyes fixed on the huge bulge behind his zipper.

I bit down on my lower lip as I undid the button on his jeans and then slid the zip down slowly. His body jerked in response, and I felt a warm glow of satisfaction that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

But before I could touch him, he pulled away and said, “Not yet.”

His hands ran along my thighs and clasped the elastic of my panties, and then I felt him pulling them down. I shifted slightly so he could remove them. The light was still on, and I felt incredibly self-conscious, but he didn’t seem to notice.

His hands moved upwards slowly, gently stroking my inner thighs and getting closer and closer to the heat between my legs. He slid a finger along my wetness.

“You’re so ready, Ella.” As he spoke he slid a finger deep inside me, and I gasped in pleasure.

“Do you like that, Ella?”

I nodded, afraid to speak. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this with a man I’d just met, but it felt so good.

His thumb made a slow circle around that sweet spot, and my hips jerked in response. I was so close already and he had barely touched me. I squirmed, pushing upwards desperate for more pressure.
 

“Oh, mmmm,” I moaned.

“Tell me what you like,” he ordered.

“I… I like…” I stammered as he continued to slowly increase the pressure and speed of the circles he was making with his thumb.

“What do you like, Ella?”

“I like feeling you touching me.”

“Would you like to feel my mouth on you? Should I taste you, Ella?”

Oh, my God.
I’d never had anyone talk to me like this during sex before. It was exciting and dirty and such a turn on.

“Yes,” I managed to pant out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to taste me.”

The tingles running through my body increased as I felt his breath hot against my inner thigh, and then felt his soft lips deliver kisses on my sensitive skin. He moved so slowly, only a fraction of an inch at a time, and all the time the pressure was building deep within me.

As he edged closer to my core, my breathing grew more erratic and my heart rate sped up. The moment I felt his tongue slide across me, I gasped. My hands fisted in his hair. The pleasurable sensations were almost unbearable, and as he kissed and licked me I felt a delicious pressure building deep inside.

When he slid a finger deep inside me, my inner walls clenched.

“Come for me, Ella,” he whispered, and as he slid his finger in and out I came hard, waves of pleasure flooding through me.

I lay back on the bed, panting, enjoying the last tingles coursing through my body. When I looked up and saw him gazing down at me, I smiled at him and reached for the waistband of his jeans. But then his cellphone rang, ruining the moment.

I flopped back on the bed.

He cursed and reached for his cell.
 

His tone was curt and brisk, but he kept his voice so low I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I did hear the end of the conversation though. He said, “I’ll be right there.”

He’d be right there? No, he couldn’t leave now we hadn’t even…

“I’m sorry, Ella. It’s work. I have got to go.” He ran his hands through his hair and smiled down at me. “I might be back later if you’re still around,” he said, reaching for his T-shirt and pulling it on.

He gave me one last smile then left the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Just like that he’d gone, and I was still sprawled naked on the bed.
 

Seriously? I mean I hadn’t expected much romance on a one night stand, but I’d expected us to at least have
sex
.

I didn’t want to stay in his room on my own, so I decided to quickly get dressed and go and see if Claire was still in the bar. I dressed quickly and tried to smooth my hair so I looked a little more respectable.

When I got down to the bar, Clare was draining her margarita. There was no sign of the guy with the piercings. When she saw me, her face broke out into a huge grin.

“Hey, why are you back so soon? Don’t tell me that Mr. Gorgeous didn’t live up to your expectations!”

I slid into the seat next to her and sighed. “We were just getting started when he got a call on his cell phone and told me he had to go to work.”

“What? Who works at this time of night? What does he do?”

I shrugged. I had no idea what Nick did, but that was the appeal of the one night stand.

I checked my watch. It was late. “We should probably get back to the hotel, although he did say he might be back soon.”

I sighed again as I remembered I hadn’t even left him my cellphone number.

Of course that was the whole point of a one night stand, I reminded myself. He wasn’t supposed to get in touch with me afterwards, but I hated the thought of not seeing him again. Even more than that, I was frustrated at the thought of not finishing what we started.

“Are you going to wait for him?” Claire asked.

I decided it couldn’t hurt to have one more drink and see if he came back. “Maybe for a bit. Do you mind?”

Claire shook her head. “I’ll join you for one more margarita. Then I think I’ll head back to the hotel. This week has been a blast, but it’s catching up with me now. I’m going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”