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for a man that you’d be willing to settle for a piece of shit like that.”
    He looked her up and down, his expression filled with disdain. “But then, you gave it up to me after only a couple of hours, so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.”
    Rylee’s hand whipped out and slapped him hard across the face.
    “Fuck you!” She slapped him again. “Who in the hell do you think you are? Just because we fucked and talk on the phone, you suddenly think you know me well enough to pass judgment on me? You don’t know shit!”
    Nick regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Seeing the anguished look on Rylee’s face, watching those beautiful amber eyes fill with tears, hurt him more than her hand ever could. He felt sick, knowing he’d gone too far.
    Rylee turned to walk away, and he reached for her arm. “Rylee, wait. I —”
    “Don’t!” Rylee snatched her arm away. “I have enough shit in my life, Nick. I don’t need more from you.” She turned and headed back toward the hotel.
    “Rylee, please.” Nick caught up with her and pulled her back against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her and refused to let go, even as she struggled against him.
    “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair, repeating the apology over and over again, holding onto her until she finally calmed down.
    “I didn’t lie to you, Nick,” she said softly, her response barely audible over the noise around them. “I broke up with Ethan a month before I met you.” Nick turned her to face him and cupped her face with his hands. He rested his forehead against hers. “You still love him?” He looked directly into her eyes, almost afraid of her answer.
    “No.” Her response was immediate, without any hesitation, her gaze never looking away from his.
    “I believe you.” They just stood there, each drinking in the sight of the other, his thumbs caressing her jawline. Finally, he tilted her head up and kissed her, slow and easy, reveling in the feel of her, the taste of her again.
    Rylee moaned softly, just melting against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Nick held the back of her head as he kissed her, hard and deep, as if he were trying to crawl inside of her, his cock throbbing hard in his jeans.
    They were both gasping for air, inhaling with deep shuddering breaths, before finally separating from each other.
    “Missed you,” he whispered against her lips. “Can’t stop thinking about you…had to see you again.”
    Rylee nodded; making little whimpering sounds. “Me too…I dream about you, about that weekend…couldn’t wait to see you again.”
    She leaned up and kissed him again, stealing his breath away, and he lost himself in her kiss. A car drove by, honking wildly, and he finally pulled back, his thumb rubbing across her swollen lips.
    “We should go back to the room, baby. I want you. Wanna feel you. Wanna touch you everywhere…been wanting you so bad.”
    “Yes…please. Need to feel you, too.” She nuzzled into his touch.
    He put his arm around her and held her close as they walked back toward the hotel.
    “I just hope Ethan is gone by the time we get back,” Rylee said.
    “God help him if he’s not,” he growled.
     
    *
     
    Nick barely registered that Ethan was gone before he was all over Rylee. He pulled her to him, his mouth devouring hers, his kiss desperate and needy.
    She clung to him, giving as good as she got, her hands cupping him, massaging his erection through his jeans. They stumbled toward the bedroom but only managed to get as far as the couch. Nick pushed her forward and positioned her over the arm of the couch.
    “Gotta have you now, baby. I can’t wait.”
    “Yes. Please, fuck me, Nick.” She begged, her ass pressed against him.
    Nick slid her skirt up and over her hips until it bunched around her waist, and his hands caressed her ass through her sheer pantyhose. He worked her pantyhose and thong down her legs, went to his knees