her hips into him and he groaned into her mouth. It didn’t matter that her legs were folded awkwardly in the swing. She only cared about the growing erection pulsing between her legs.
Take me . Her body screamed and hollered inside. She rocked against him, kissed him with all the passion she felt, smothering his sexy groans with her whimpers. His cast got in the way, but she worked around it, positioning herself so he didn’t get frustrated. She wanted nothing to distract from his pleasure.
His kissing style had definitely evolved, but back then, he’d weakened her knees just the same. This version of Nico was hungrier, darker, much more practiced. He knew what to do, and when his big hand glided over her breast and cradled it, she smiled into his mouth. She’d never been this easy with a man. And she probably should’ve made him work for it. But who was she kidding? Nico could take what he wanted. He could have it all.
The chemistry between them electrified the air. It could’ve doubled as a bug zapper, obliterating any insect flying nearby. Her hands roamed his body, molding those perfectly defined muscles. She slipped them under his shirt because she needed to feel bare skin. Smooth. Hard. Hot to the touch. Her fingers streaked over his abs, ribs, and ridiculous pecs.
Kayla broke the kiss, but only so she could catch a quick breath. Her hands went back to work. She stroked his baby-soft hair, massaged his temples. Nico opened his eyes. Flame flickered in his dark irises. “What are we doing, Kayla?” he asked in a gruff voice. One hand cupped her ass.
She pressed kisses to his throat, then sucked in a patch of skin. So good, she could’ve swallowed him whole. “We’re getting reacquainted.” She lapped his Adam’s apple. Their eyes met, and she took his face and let her thumbs trace his handsome features. His moist mouth beckoned her, and she claimed his lips, nipping the shapely top one, sucking the fuller bottom.
His stark gaze never left hers. And yet, a part of him still held something back. She could feel the tension in his body, the battle waging inside his head. Kayla wanted to put him at ease. They had more than a physical attraction. Nico needed to free his mind and let her take him on this journey. Only then could he see what she already knew. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, tilting his head back when she went for his neck again.
This, from a man who’d initiated the kiss. “No?” Kayla pressed against his massive erection. Instead of riding him–which her body so wanted to do–she kept still and let him sort through his feelings. She inhaled lingering traces of cologne that blended effortlessly with his natural male scent. Nobody said she couldn’t mark her territory. Nico would be sporting a hickey by the time she got through with him. If he’d lied about a girlfriend, he’d definitely be in the doghouse.
Nico’s eyes turned to two little slits. She swore she heard a hiss when she nibbled his earlobe. Good. She wanted that guard down. His hand went from her ass to her breast. He cupped it, squeezed it, got in a helluva good feel before moving to the other one. She rocked the swing. Motion kept the friction in play. She pressed her hands to his thighs and leaned back so he’d have full access. His head dipped down and she mashed her chest into his face. Nico smothered himself in her cleavage. He kissed wherever bare flesh peeked out, used his chin to push down her top so he could have more.
Kayla watched his hungry mouth on her. She’d fantasized about this a million times over, but oh God… She bit her lip because it felt so damn consuming. Her imagination hadn’t done the man justice. He took his time tasting, teasing, licking with a hot tongue that induced a steady stream of pleasure.
She wanted to remove all barriers, strip off her clothes. But no. Slow and steady would win this race. The more Nico hungered, the easier it would be to convince him. Not that he
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