Page 177 of Sin City Dark
He looked down. Sure enough, coincidentally, that morning he had put on the light-blue ones.
And then, Jannie unknowingly fulfilled another fantasy: she made a come-hither gesture, leaning on her elbows and arching her back. He didn’t hesitate; he slid onto the bed and moved to take her in his arms, intending to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a finger on his lips.
She reached out, slipped the tie over and off his head, and put it on. “How do I look?”
He took her in, wearing the tie he had bought to wear on the last day of school when he promised himself he’d muster the courage to ask her out. Something shifted inside him, making his eyes and nose sting.
“You look like you should be worshipped,” he said, his voice rough.
“Worship me, then, Nicholas.” She ran her fingertip along his chin. “Start by taking off my thong.”
He took his time, kissing his way down her body, then gripped the elastic with his teeth, dragging the scrap of lace to her knees before pulling it off and tossing it somewhere behind him. Her now-familiar scentwafted to his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, gripping her to spread her legs wide open, his mouth watering even before he dove in.
She tasted like everything he ever wanted.
Flattening his tongue, he licked her in long strokes, then sucked, then licked again, glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. Nick hardened to the point of pain, taking it all in: her eyes, her head moving side to side, her parted lips, the tie around her slender neck.
Her blonde hair fanned across his pillow.
He worked her until he thought he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her. He pushed two fingers into her, stroking as he sucked, his body shaking right along with hers as she reached the peak and came violently all over his mouth. Greedily, he lapped her sweet arousal, savoring every drop before he raised his head, blinking against the dizziness that gripped him.
Stars dancing before his eyes, he crawled up the bed and fumbled for the nightstand drawer pull.
But Jannie wrapped her fingers firmly around his shaft. “I put myself on birth control two weeks ago,” she said.
His eyes widened.
“Yes, Nicholas.” She guided him right to her entrance. “I want you. Raw.”
She raised her hips, making him slide over her tender flesh, and Nick lost all control. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Tight heat. So deep. So perfect.
He stayed like that for a beat, allowing himself to feel what he had always wanted and never thought he’d have.
And then, he started to move, each thrust long and deliberate, taking his time, her eyes locked on his, pushing him higher as he drove into her.
“Yes … yes …” She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Nicholas … Ah! God, you feel so good …”
He looked down at her.
Shesawhim.
Jannie maintained eye contact, never once looking away or closing those mesmerizing eyes of hers. Gently, he reached to place a hand acrossher throat, feeling the silk of the tie over her heated skin, her pulse beating against his ring finger as he pumped into her.
He thought he felt her begin to flutter around him and tried to increase his speed.
“Don’t,” she whispered, “I don’t want this to end.”
Neither do I. Not ever.
Her eyes were wild now, almost unseeing as she struggled to maintain focus on him.
“Squeeze,” she said. “Just a little.”
He couldn’t believe this. “You sure?”
She nodded. His hand tightened around her throat, and she writhed underneath him, moaning.
