Page 159 of Wrecked
“Ohgod, I’m coming,” she blurted as the glorious spasms of ecstasy exploded through her.
As she shook and convulsed beneath him, he said, “Here I go, baby.”
He kissed her, hard, their tongues stroking, searching while he emptied himself inside her.
When they finished, he rolled her onto him and stared into her eyes while he wrapped his arms around her, shielding her from the evils of the world.
I’m gonna fall so hard for him, I just know it.
“Did I get the job?” she murmured after a few moments of gentle kissing.
“You nailed the interview,” he replied with a just-got-laid smile. “Welcome aboard.”
The tender kissing continued until they separated. After she collected her clothes, he whisked her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking you to bed,” he replied.
With every step he climbed, her heart pounded faster. She studied his serene face. All the angst had been erased. She could get pretty damn used to that. When he set her down in the hall, her heart squeezed.
Despite her anxiety regarding their intimacy, she wanted to stay in his bed with him again.
“Get your toothbrush,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”
Excitement had her walking with purpose into the hall bathroom. She collected her toothbrush and makeup remover, then returned to him.
He dropped a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. “Can you sleep naked or do you want clothes?”
She loved how attentive he was to her needs.
“Naked.”
“Good.” He grasped her hand, brought her into his bedroom. “Computer, lock the exterior doors and alarm the system.”
“Completed,” the computer replied.
“I forgot my weapon,” Addison said.
“I’ll get it.”
“It’s in my handbag in the living room.”
He retreated downstairs while she went into his bathroom.
A moment later, he joined her. They brushed their teeth like it was no big deal, but Addison was freaking out. She didn’t do sleepovers. She played at a private party. And she left. The end.
Most women would be thrilled to be there with Nicholas Hawk. Memberships at Lost Souls were up fifty percent in the short time he’d co-owned the club.
When she finished cleansing her face, she walked into the separate room with the toilet, and shut the door. While she peed, she tried calming her palpitating heart, but it was ka-chugging away in her chest. She opened the door. He was standing there.
“My turn.” He didn’t close the door.
Getting ready for bed together felt like they were a couple, a very comfortable couple.
She didn’t couple. There was no coupling.
When he finished, they left the bathroom. As high as she’d been during their scene, she was freaking out about their spending the night together. If she stayed tonight, was that setting the tone for nights to come?
