Page 12 of Naughty or Nice?
If you’d askedme even yesterday if I could ever kiss the father of my ex-boyfriend, I would’ve looked at you like you were crazy.
I would’ve laughed as if you’d told me something not only stupid, but somethingimpossible.
I. Would. Never.
At least, that’s what I used to think before it actually happened.
Nicholas kisses me on the mouth and I let him. I welcome his lips on mine as a chemical draw I can’t explain swirls around us and we find ourselves incapable of resisting each other.
The alcohol has lowered our defenses. It’s erased our inhibitions and freed our desires.
We’ve spent the night until now enjoying each other’s company, dancing around the mutual attraction.
Nicholas’s kisses are what I’d imagine them to be—they’re assertive yet slow and nuanced. His lips are firm yet soft, his beard thick and coarse against my skin. He kisses in a waythat makes his attraction known. It’s a palpable feeling that consumes me and makes my pulse beat wildly in my veins.
I plant a hand on his chest and feel his doing the same. His heart’s thundering beneath his cavernous chest.
Yet he stands so still, so solidly against me that he feels immovable.
He’s the support I need as my knees shake and my bones feel like they’re melting.
The angle of our kiss shifts and our lips part for tongue. We fall into a rhythm driven by heated passion. His tongue strokes mine only for mine to follow his lead. Our pace is so slow and unhurried, which makes the moment even more erotic.
It makes my insides flutter in anticipation.
A part of me I’ve recently only reserved for Nate comes alive.
Sexual desire that quickly flames over me and has me panting as Nicholas kisses me again and again.
When I try to have some semblance of decency to pull away, he grabs me by the side of my neck and crushes his lips back to mine. He eases me up against the wood-paneled wall, an arm planted to cage me in.
My mind goes fuzzy. All thoughts fade away.
All I can do is savor the feel of his lips and tongue. He sucks at my jaw and grips my waist, and I part my legs, half-straddling one of his thighs. My fingers slide up the nape of his neck into his shock of white strands, dragging my nails against his scalp.
He growls against my lips and hoists me up off the floor.
Neither of us seem to recognize what the hell we’re about to do. Though we’re distantly aware where this will lead. But it’s the ramifications that escape us.
The aftermath that will be waiting for us once this heated moment of passion ends.
Nicholas pins me against the wall and kisses me like no other man has ever kissed me before. Damn sure not Nate.
Any sexy moments between me and my ex-fiancé feel decidedly tame and vanilla compared to this moment.
Compared to Nicholas running his tongue along the arc of my neck and then biting at the soft flesh he finds there.
I moan and quiver in his arms, notching my legs about his waist and gyrating against him.
I’m hot and flushed and throbbing down below. My pussy’s begging like she’s never been pleasured before. I’m practically salivating at the thought of what it would feel like to be filled by my ex’s father’s dick.
Which sounds crazy as hell.
Yet so fucking hot at the same time.
“You wet for me, darling?” he husks out between kisses on my neck.
My sweater dress has ridden up my hips and thighs. Only my tights and panties serve as a barrier from the wetness he’s mentioned.