Page 3 of Prickly Pair
“Soon,” he said. “I’ve been up north for a few years. Made a lot of money, decided to invest, and then realized I missed Texas. So, now I’m back.”
I found myself leaning forward, mirroring the way he propped his chin up with his hands with my own. “Now you’re back.”
“I sure am.” His eyes darkened as he cocked his head, studying me with an intensity that made my heart race. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at me like that.
For the last few years, I’d been in love with someone who didn’t see me the same way. Unrequited love, as the poets said, but there was nothing poetic about it. Austin was as part of my everyday life as a cup of coffee. For so long, I wished he would come to his senses.
But, a couple months ago, I decided I was tired of waiting for him. I needed to move on, get myself back out there. There was no reason for me to keep waiting around. My parents had already asked “casually” if I was seeing anyone during thelast couple holiday dinners. Everyone seemed to wonder why I wasn’t happily married.
There were many reasons, outside of secretly being in love with Austin.
Plus, all my dates had been terrible so far. I’d become convinced that I’d never meet someone.
But Nick . . .
Nick was a pleasant surprise.
And Nick wasreallyhot. Even just sitting across from him made me feel flustered. He had an intensity about him that was a little unnerving, but it also left me wanting to know more.
“Okay, hotshot. Lightning round of questions,” I decided.
He raised a brow. “Shoot.”
“What’s your secret hidden talent?”
Nick smirked, his piercing glinting as he tilted his head. “All my hidden talents are in the bedroom.”
Oh god.I did my best to ignore the throb between my thighs. “I don’t think I believe you.”
“I’ve never been with someone I couldn’t make come within five minutes.”
“And how would you know that?” I ask. “Women fake orgasms all the time.”
Nick tipped his head back with a throaty laugh then looked directly at me. My stomach immediately flipped. He had the smugness of a man who knew what a real orgasm was, and that . . . that made me curious to find out if he was telling the truth.
“Not with me,” he said. “I know what a fake one looks like. Next question.”
Oh god.What did I ask next? Was talking about sex like this even okay? It was ironic given I’d been annoyed that oak-beard asked about my tits, but our conversation didn’t feel sleazy.
It just felt . . .nice.
I tucked a blonde wave behind my ear. “Well, since we’re already talking about sex, what’s your favorite position?”
Nick cleared his throat. “I should mention I didn’t take your date’s spot just because I want to have sex with you. I just saw you and couldn’t resist once I heard how he was speaking to you. But to answer your question . . .” He leaned forward, lowering his voice as he held my gaze. “My favorite is missionary. And before you get up and run away from me for saying something so vanilla, let me tell you why. I like looking into my partner's eyes. Ilovesucking their nipples as I fuck them. Iloveseeing their expression as they take all of me. I love being able to kiss them while their legs tighten around my hips and I can see their body shake beneath me as they come around my cock.”
I was barely breathing. I was pretty sure I was wet. In fact, without a doubt, I was. Between the deep voice andpenetratingeye contact, my entire system was going haywire. This was probably a bad idea, but who cared?
“All the other positions have their perks though. What’s yours?”
“What?” I squeaked.
“Your favorite position. Or did I scare you away? If you want to go?—”
“No,” I said. “No. Not at all. I’m not leaving after hearing you say that. Just let me find my brain again.”
Nick’s grin was contagious. “Take your time. I’m gonna go grab my food real quick. Do you want anything else? You didn’t touch your sandwich, although admittedly that’s the worst thing on the menu here.”
I glanced at the basket to my left and the untouched food. “Well . . . If there is something good on the menu, then sure. I am hungry.”
