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Warning: Sexually Explicit Content!

We hurried out of the venue after the show ended, anxious to get back to the warmth of our hotel room. My ears were still ringing from the sheer volume of the screams, and the music itself, and I was still giddy from Nick’s kiss. I could still feel his lips against mine, and his arms around me. I never wanted to forget that feeling.

Jillian and I had sprung for a really ritzy hotel not far from the concert venue, as a way of thanking Meegan for the tickets. By the time we’d actually reached the lobby, it was swarmed with people, much the way the venue had been for the concert.

“What the hell is this about?” Jill shouted to me as we pushed our way through the crowd, showing a hotel employee our room key so we could get past him. “Where did all these people come from?”

“My guess is the same place we just did,” Meegan called back, grabbing my arm to keep from getting lost behind us. She’s pretty tiny and would easily be lost in the shuffle.

“But why are they here?” I asked, wincing as I caught an elbow to the side.

“Kissing Nick must have fried your brain,” Jill said, smirking at me over her shoulder. “I’m pretty sure that this is where the group is staying. It makes sense, now that I think about it.”

“Oh God,” I breathed, barely able to keep up with Jill as I processed the idea that Nick would be in that very hotel that night, sleeping just a few floors away from me. I felt my face heat up as I let my mind wander.

“We’ve lost her,” Meegan yelled as we neared the elevators. She started shoving me forward as my feet became very heavy.

I threw a glance over my shoulder to see if the guys were coming in yet, knowing full-well I’d want to be in that crowd if they had. The thought was stupid, I knew it, but I needed to get close to him again. That’s all there was to it.

“I kind of want to hang around down here,” I said when we were safely inside the elevator, out of the crowd. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face.

Meegan and Jillian exchanged a smirk, then glanced back at me. “You won’t get near him with that mob,” Jill pointed out. “Why don’t we go upstairs, raid the mini-bar, settle in for the night, and then we can wander the halls later, see if we find them?”

“As if they’re just going to wander around the hotel randomly at night,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I have a better chance of having monkeys fly out of my ass than running into Nick Carter here in the hotel later.”

“You never know,” Jill said, putting her arm around me. “It could happen.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes again.

I trailed behind the girls when we reached our floor, and I admit it, I was pouting. I felt like I’d missed my chance to see Nick again, and I wasn’t happy about it.

A couple of hours later, after going through all of the thousand pictures we’d collectively taken at the show that night, Meegan and Jill curled up on their beds with a movie. I couldn’t stop thinking about Nick being in the same hotel as me, and I was starting to worry about the amount I was thinking about him. Surely that couldn’t be normal.

“I’m going to go down the front desk and get some extra pillows,” I decided out loud, jumping up off of my bed. I figured, what the hell, it was worth a shot.

“They have people to bring those things up here, you know,” Meegan said on a yawn, not looking away from the television. “You don’t have to go out there in the middle of the freakin’ night.”

I shrugged and checked my hair in the bathroom mirror. “I don’t mind, it’ll save us having to tip someone.”

“Don’t be long,” Jill said, giving me a sleepy smile as I ducked around the door.

Now that I was out in the hallway, I had no idea what to do, where to go. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. What the hell was I even thinking? I shouldn’t be seeking the guy out like this, it wasn’t healthy. But I couldn’t make myself go back into my room, either. I set off down the hallway.

We were on the 11^th floor, so when I got in the elevator I pressed the button for the lobby. I needed to actually get those pillows, so that when I went back to the room I wouldn’t look like an idiot.

As I padded across the plush carpet in the lobby, I noticed a little group of people off to one side, clearly just shooting the shit, enjoying a carefree conversation. I tried not to stare, but when one of the larger guys in the group moved and I saw Nick, sitting in a chair against the wall, hidden from view by the men he was talking to, I couldn’t help but gawk a bit. He looked as amazing as he had at the concert, but his hair was wet and he was wearing what looked like old sweats. I forced myself to look away.

I went to the reception desk and waited for the brunette woman behind the counter to turn around. She greeted me with a big smile.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m in 1121,” I said, leaning on the counter, trying to forget who was just across the room from me. I was losing my nerve. “We’d like a few extra pillows, please.”

“Your name, dear?”

“Myckaila Jordan,” I said, ignoring the burst of laughter from behind me. “The room is under Jillian Bennett, though.”

“Okay, Ms. Jordan,” the woman said, clicking away on her keyboard. “I’ll have those sent right up.”

“Thank-you,” I said, not sure what to do now. I really could have just called down for that. I felt like a complete moron.

I turned away from the counter, figuring I’d just head back to the elevator, in no way having the guts to actually go over to Nick now that I’d seen him.

Then I saw a little room off to one side of the lobby, with comfortable looking chairs and magazines on the small tables beside them. It was a sitting room of sorts, and it looked quite inviting. I couldn’t go back up to the room yet, so I’d curl up in one of the chairs and read a magazine. Simple.

I made my way over to the little room, keeping my head down, trying not to glance over at Nick again. I failed, though, and shot one little look over to where he was still sitting. I almost stopped breathing when I realized he was looking right at me.

Recognition dawned on his beautiful face and he smiled. I smiled back and quickened my pace, not wanting him to think I was looking for him or anything. That would make me feel like an even bigger fool.

I chose the chair farthest from the doorway of the little room, near the fireplace I hadn’t seen from the lobby. It was quite cozy, nice and warm, and if I’d have known it was down there, I would have brought my book. As it was, I settled for one of the magazines laid out in front of me. I focused on my breathing, wanting to calm myself down, to get the giddiness out of my system.

Not much time had passed when I heard someone else enter the room. I looked up from the article I was reading and saw Nick standing in front of me, somewhat awkwardly.

“Hi,” I whispered, not sure what else to say. He was looking at me like he was expecting me to speak first, so I did. “How are you?” I felt like I’d swallowed cotton or something, for all the trouble those three little words had getting out of my mouth. He should really know better than to do that to a person. It wasn’t fair.

“I’m good, thanks,” he said, coming a few steps further into the room, tucking his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. “Am I bothering you?” He seemed almost shy now, with just the two of us in the room, and it was quite different from the confident man who’d taken my camera from me that afternoon or kissed me at the show that night. The change was a bit disconcerting, but it made me a bit more comfortable.

“Not at all,” I said, smiling and setting the magazine down. “My roommates are watching a movie I’m not too fond of, so I came down here for some peace and quiet.” The lie felt totally natural coming out of my mouth, especially since I knew I couldn’t just come out and tell him I’d been looking for him. He’d run, screaming, the other way if I said that.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?” he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Peace and quiet sounds good to me right now.”

“Sure,” I said, ignoring the little thrill that shot through me as he looked at me. I gestured to the empty chairs around me. “Take your pick.”

He sat in the chair beside me, and gazed at the fire for a moment. That was the first time I’d seen him sit still all day. He was amazing when he sat still like that, without the energy flowing through him, forcing him to move and fidget.

We didn’t say anything for awhile, but I was beyond aware of how close to me he was actually sitting. Just one little table separated us, and I’d already figured out how long it would take me to jump over it at the slightest indication from him that he wanted me to.

Luckily I had more control on myself than that, and stayed where I was.

“Did you enjoy the show tonight?” he asked, finally breaking the silence. He glanced over at me, a sweet smile on his face, his blue eyes dancing in the firelight.

I nodded without hesitation. “It was one of the best shows of yours I’ve seen,” I answered honestly. “I love the choreography, and the pyrotechnics.” I paused. “You guys aren’t bad either.”

He chuckled. “I’m guessing you’ve seen more than one of our shows?” he teased, leaning ever-so-slightly toward me in his chair.

This time I hesitated. How was I going to tell him I’d seen 14 shows now, without him thinking I was a freaky fan? I opted to be non-committal and shrugged. “A few,” I said, hoping I sounded casual. “I’ve never been that close before, though.”

“It changes the experience a bit, doesn’t it?” he said, looking over at the fire this time. He seemed to be talking more to himself than to me. “Being that close?”

“Definitely,” I said quickly, then mentally kicked myself for sounding so eager. His kiss from the show ran through my mind, and I smiled, despite myself.

“I hope you don’t mind that I kissed you,” he said, echoing my own thoughts. His eyes caught mine.

That startled me. Surely no one ever minded when he did that type of thing? Maybe he was just being polite?

“Not at all,” I said quickly, probably a little too quickly, because he smiled and seemed to blush a bit, but it was hard to tell in the firelight. “I mean, it’s part of the experience, right?” I added lamely.

“Something like that,” he said, then abruptly stood up. He was so graceful, I could only stare. “I should probably get back upstairs,” he muttered, looking awkward again.

“Yeah, me too,” I said, rising as well. I wasn’t sure why I stood up, as I’d had no real intention of going back to my room, but I did it anyway. “It was nice talking to you. And thanks for today and tonight. That meant a lot.”

He smiled and moved a step closer to me. “No problem,” he said, his smile burning through me. My pulse started to race and I was suddenly very uncomfortable standing there.

I tried to move past him, to get out of that little room, but there wasn’t enough room between the chairs for me to get by, and I brushed up against him on the way through. The electricity I’d felt earlier charged from the spot where I’d touched him, and I stopped.

“Sorry,” I said, blushing six shades of red, not daring to look up at his face. I was beyond embarrassed, and yet I didn’t want to move.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his voice low, his breath warm on my face. His hand came up to rest on my upper arm, and I instinctively turned to face him. He curled his upper body down toward me, and I knew what was coming. I wanted to pinch myself, to tell myself this was just some dumb dream and I’d wake up with Jill screaming in my ear that we were late any second.

But that didn’t happen. His hand slid down my arm and moved to my waist, and mine moved up over his shoulders, marveling at how strong and solid they were. I waited, hesitantly, for him to make the next move, to show me what he wanted from me. There was no way I was going to do anything unless I was following his lead.

I had to shut out the part of my mind that was screaming at me to get the hell away from him. I knew he slept with anything that moved, I knew that he wouldn’t care about me at all when it was over, I knew that I should have more respect for myself than that, but the truth was, in that moment, I was able to convince myself otherwise. I’d wanted this man, in one way or another, for over ten years, and now he was standing in front of me, his hand gently kneading the side of my hip, drawing me closer to him, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to walk away.

“Myckaila,” he breathed, his face coming even closer down to mine. I forced myself to look up into his eyes, and the desire I saw there shocked me. How the hell could he want me, of all people? But bugger that, I wasn’t going to question it.

“Do you want to kiss me, Nick?” I asked when he’d hovered too long, as though waiting for permission. “Again, that is?” I added with a soft chuckle.

He grinned, the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen, and tilted his head sideways a bit, like a curious puppy, so damned cute. “If you’ll let me,” he said. “Again.”

“I will,” I breathed, fighting off a shiver as he tightened his arms around me. I slid my fingers up into his hair, loving how soft it was against my skin, caressing the back of his neck as he lowered his head that last inch or so.

He pulled me flush against him as he brushed his lips softly over mine the first time. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen, soaking in the warmth that radiated from him. I could feel every ridge of him against me, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He was just soft enough to be inviting, and I cuddled in as our mouths connected again, a little more heatedly this time.

When his tongue snaked out and ran over my bottom lip, I was a goner. He scooped me up, pulling me up on my tiptoes so I fit better against him, and continued to deepen our kiss. He tasted oddly sweet, like he’d brushed his teeth recently, and he smelled like he’d just stepped out of the shower. He was warm and inviting and I didn’t ever want to move.

“Mycki,” he whispered after a few seconds, never moving away from my face. He placed little nipping kisses on my cheeks, up over my eyelids, and finally on the end of my nose before returning to my mouth. By this time I was clutching him more to stay on my feet than anything else. If he let go, I’d be a puddle of goo on the floor.

“What do you want, Mycki?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. He was very serious all of a sudden, and I guessed the ridge that was pressing against the bottom of my belly had something to do with it.

“Whatever you do,” I whispered, not nearly bold enough to tell him I just wanted him.

“Are you sure?” he said, his hands stroking up and down my back, making it impossible to form a coherent thought. I nodded.

He took my hand and led me quickly from the little room, toward the elevators at the far end of the lobby. When the doors had closed safely behind us, he pressed me against the back wall and continued his assault on my lips, this time pushing that insistent part of himself against my stomach. I couldn’t suppress the moan that rolled out of my throat.

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased moving to nibble my earlobe. He sucked in a breath when I did the same to him, getting bolder by the second.

“That’s a safe assumption,” I said, my voice husky with need. “This damned elevator doesn’t go fast enough.” His hands found my hips and molded me to him, his ridge more apparent now than ever. Knowing that I brought on that kind of response in him, of all people, made me even braver. I slipped my hand between us and gently ran my fingers over the bulge I found.

He pushed against my fingers lightly, almost imperceptibly, as he kissed me again. Our breathing sped up as we became more and more heated, not caring that we were still in a public elevator, and that anyone could enter at any moment. We counted on the fact that it was the middle of the night to keep our secret for us.

When the doors finally opened, there was a large man standing just outside in the hallway. He glanced up, saw who we were, and nodded slightly. Nick all but ignored him as he led me down the hallway to the last room on the left. He pulled his key from his pocket and let us inside, then turned back to me, backing me into the room.

“Home sweet home,” he joked as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. He reached out to me and I gladly went to him, shivering madly with nerves and anticipation. This was really happening, and there was no going back now.

He pulled me against him again, resuming his kisses where he’d left off, this time sliding my sweatshirt up over my head before throwing it on the floor behind us. My first moment of insecurity kicked in and I felt shy and exposed, standing there in only my bra. I was a bit fleshier than I should have been, and I was sure he could see every little bump and imperfection in me. I shrank from him slightly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern clouding his beautiful face. “Mycki, are you all right?” He extended a hand to me and gave me a curious look when I didn’t take it right away.

“Just a little nervous, that’s all,” I said honestly, knowing that my blush spread beyond my face this time. I probably looked like a lobster standing in front of him, which didn’t make me relax at all.

“Nothing to be nervous about, baby,” he soothed, moving behind me and slipping his arms around me. His lips attacked my neck, gently this time, as his hands wandered across my stomach and down over my hips. “Trust me, okay?” he purred in my ear.

“I do,” I said, not exactly sure if it was true or not. Desire far outweighed trust in that moment, though, so I wasn’t going to tell him I didn’t trust him. I wanted to trust him, my body wanted me to trust him, so I just went with the flow.

Despite myself, my hands came up to cover my abdomen, almost pushing his hands away in the process. This was not going at all well now, and I tried not to panic.

“Don’t cover yourself, love,” he whispered, pulling my hands away. “Let me see you, please?”

He was so gentle, so sweet, that I couldn’t say no. I let him turn me in his arms, let him stare down at me as I closed my eyes and fought the blush that was threatening to spread again. He ran a finger down my jaw, tracing it slowly down the column of my throat, over my collar bone, and further downward, spreading goose bumps in his wake. I reached out and laid my hands on his chest, over his heart, and felt it beating faster than it should have been. He was carefully controlling his breathing, and was being extra gentle, but his heart gave him away. He was as excited as I was. He gave me a shy smile when I looked up into his eyes.

“C’mere,” he muttered, crushing me to him again, allowing me to bring his t-shirt up over his head and drop it to the ground as he had done with mine. It was his turn to be shy now as my fingers traced over his stomach. He stopped my progress and put my hand on his shoulder instead.

“Nick?” I questioned, not sure why he had moved me.

“Just a little self-conscious about that area,” he said, his own face turning a bright red this time. “Always have been.”

I thought back to all the thousands of pictures I’d seen of him over the years. He was rarely, if ever, photographed without a shirt, the way the other guys always seemed to be. The idea that he had insecurities just like I did made him even more irresistible. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss right at the top of his stomach, then trailed kisses back up until I reached his mouth.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered against his lips, pressing my bare skin against his. “So beautiful.”

He didn’t say anything, just gathered me against him even tighter and began backing me toward the bed. My whole body felt like it was on fire, like I was going to explode. I reveled in the feel of his skin on mine, and when he reached behind me to the clasp on my bra, releasing it and sliding the straps down my arms, my knees almost buckled.

Nick sat on the bed and guided me down onto his lap so I was straddling him. I could feel him now, pushing on the inside of my thigh as I settled myself on him, still drinking in his kisses eagerly, my hands firmly entangled in his hair. He leaned back slightly to move my bra out from between us, then crushed me against his chest, sending jolts through me at the bare contact. My breathing became heavier, almost embarrassingly so, as his slid his hands over my bare arms, moving forward until he was cupping one breast in each hand.

“I need to taste you,” he whispered, kissing a line over my cheek, down my jaw, to my throat and lower. I threw my head back, clutching at his shoulders, to give him more access, and when his questing lips found my nipple the first time, I couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped my lips. He was so tender, so gentle, and yet so passionate, all at the same time, I couldn’t get my head around it. I hugged him to me, marveling at the feelings he was causing to course through me.

Without losing contact with my nipple, he flipped me onto my back on the bed and came up over top of me. I wanted his weight on me, wanted to feel every inch of him, so I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down, forcing him to move back to my mouth. His knee slid between my legs, spreading them slightly, as he slipped his arms under my back to hold me tighter to him. I honestly thought I was dying, and that this was what Heaven was for me.

“Nick,” I gasped when he moved his hips distinctly between my legs, allowing me to feel his arousal as best I could through our mutual clothing. I wanted that clothing gone, wanted him in me, wanted nothing more in the world at that moment.

“Too many clothes,” he grunted, as though reading my mind. He sat up and stared down at me, a cocky little grin playing around the corners of his mouth. “We need to get rid of these.” He tugged at the legs of my pajama pants, causing them to slide down my legs. When they were on the floor, he reached up and did the same with my panties, adding them to the pile we’d created.

“Your turn,” I teased, sitting up and reaching for his pants. In one fluid motion he had his pants and his boxers on the floor and was coming back down on top of me. I didn’t even pause to look at him in all his naked glory, I just accepted him greedily. I kissed him furiously, like a madwoman, hands grasping at whatever skin I could feel, totally losing control.

“Mycki, wait,” he gasped as I tried to maneuver him so he could enter me. “We can take our time, baby, we don’t have to rush.” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “We can make this last, we’ve got all night.” He smiled down at me and the tenderness in that smile made my heart ache. I suddenly felt very foolish for wanting to rush. He was right, the longer we made this last, the longer I got to be in his arms that night. I wouldn’t be so foolish again.

I looked away as an embarrassed grin spread over my face. He leaned down and kissed my neck slowly, lovingly. “I’m sorry, Nick,” I whispered, gliding my fingertips up his back and over his shoulders. “It’s been awhile, I guess.” That was beyond the truth. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in over a year, and hadn’t had sex in longer than that. It was probably the longest dry spell I’d ever had, and now, here I was, in the arms of one of the most beautiful men on the planet. Making myself slow down was damn near impossible, but I resolved that I would do it.

“I understand that feeling,” he chuckled against the underside of my jaw, his hand straying over my chest and stomach again, not in any hurry.

“I’m sure you do,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes even as I arched up against the fingers that were teasing my belly button. “I’m sure you just have to go so long without sex, you feel like a fucking monk.”

He stopped kissing my neck to look down into my eyes, a strange expression in his blue ones. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?” he said, his voice loaded with emotion, but I couldn’t tell exactly which emotion it was. “But trust me, there’ve been a few dry spells for me, too, recently.”

I smirked, wanting to take the serious expression from his face. “Well then, let’s start a wet spell, shall we?” I teased, resting my fingers over his hand and sliding him downward, to where I most wanted him to be. When his fingertips gently nuzzled through my curls and found me, wet and waiting, I almost jumped off the bed. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to move and stroke, to have me clinging to him almost instantly. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. There was no way sex would ever be just sex again, not when I knew it could feel this amazing.

“Look at me, Myckaila,” Nick whispered, his face only an inch or two from mine. “Let me watch you.” He locked his gaze on mine and I let myself drown in those eyes, in their particular crystal blue colour, in their perfect shape as they crinkled with his smile. Even through the haze of pleasure he was creating in my body with his expert fingers, I could tell he was enjoying the expression on my face, enjoying watching my satisfaction at his hand. That just made him more amazing than I already thought he was.

“Nick, I’m getting there,” I panted after one particularly jolting shock of pleasure ripped through me. “Please, I need you in me, okay? Now?”

All too happy to oblige, he kissed me soundly, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as his fingers dipped inside me, testing, stretching, making sure he would fit. I appreciated his concern, but at that point, I was too far gone to even care. I just wanted him, and I wanted him now.

He moved up over me, never breaking our kiss, and took my hand, guiding it to his length. I closed my hand over him, giddy at the size of him, at how smooth and perfect he was. I moved my fingers over him a few times before I led him to me, preparing him for what we both wanted.

“Ready?” he breathed against my mouth, balancing himself on his arms, keeping his weight off me for a brief moment. I pulled my legs back and looked up into his eyes just as he began to slide forward, slowly, sensuously, giving me time to adjust to him. He had amazing control, only going an inch at a time, his eyes on my face.

I moaned his name as he reached his hilt and just stayed there for a minute, settling his weight down on top of me, curling his arms under me so he could smooth the hair off my forehead as he placed little kisses over my eyelids and down my cheeks.

“Nick, we’re not using anything,” I whispered, hating to be the voice of reason, but also knowing that I couldn’t just throw caution to the wind with a man who’d had so many previous partners. I was on the pill, but didn’t want to risk what else could come from our little tryst. I had to hang on to at least some sense of good judgment that night.

“Damn,” he hissed, bowing his head to the pillow over my left shoulder. “Hang on.” He gently moved away from me and went into the other room, returning with a condom packet in his hand. I loathed the idea of not feeling just his skin, but knew I couldn’t chance it.

He quickly sheathed himself and knelt back down between my knees. “I’m sorry,” I murmured as he came down to me again, curling his arms under me as he had before.

“Don’t be,” he whispered, kissing me briefly. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

I nodded, then reached down and guided him to me again. This time there was no hesitation, no slowing, just one long thrust and he was fully seated inside of me. I cried out at the sensation, the full feeling I’d been craving since our first kiss downstairs.

He set a gentle rhythm, rocking against me slowly, causing me to lock my legs around his back and arch my back up to meet every thrust. He seemed content just to go slowly, to prolong this, to kiss and caress and make it as sweet as he could.

“Myckaila, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against my ear after a little while, his tempo beginning to increase ever-so-slightly. “So beautiful.” His lips latched onto my neck and he began showering kisses over my skin.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I said, before I could censor myself. I froze for a second, wondering how I’d explain that if he asked. I’d just met him today, I didn’t want him thinking I was a rabid fan who fantasized about what this would feel like. Only the second part of that statement was true. I’d thought about it more than once, I had to admit to myself.

He didn’t seem fazed by my comment, though. I felt a rumble roll through him as he laughed a bit, never slowing the pace of his hips. He’d probably heard that before, a million times, and he definitely knew that’s why he could have sex with pretty much any girl he wanted. We’d all thought about it, no question.

We didn’t say anything for a long time, just moved together, easily, naturally, as though we’d been moving together for years. I’d dreaded the awkwardness that can come from being with a partner who doesn’t know you, who hasn’t learned how to move with you yet, but there was none of that with Nick. He instinctively knew what to do to make my body sing. When his fingers slipped between us to find me, to add that little bit extra to my pleasure, I buried my hands in his hair and brought him to me for a rather aggressive kiss, just to show my appreciation. That appreciation intensified as my orgasm loomed, and he sped up his movements even more.

“Nick,” I gasped, arching my hips up to him, urging him to go faster as I felt myself begin to crest. He felt it too, and sped up a bit, making his thrusts longer, harder, and faster. His fingers quickened, too, and before long I was calling out his name as my release crashed over me, leaving me trembling and panting in his arms.

Only once I’d come down a bit did I realize he’d been watching my face the whole time. I blushed, but didn’t stop moving under him, as he evened out his pace again and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.

“You’re going to give a girl a complex,” I teased breathlessly as he grinned down at me.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed by that,” he said lightly, brushing his fingers over my forehead and into my hair. “I think we’ve passed that now, don’t you?” He gave a pointed glance downward to where our bodies were still fully joined, still moving in perfect unison.

“I’m just not used to it, that’s all,” I said, tugging on his shoulders so he covered me fully again, and tilting my hips up so he could go deeper inside me. “When do I get to return the favour?”

“Whenever you’re ready to, love,” he said softly, his breath warm against the side of my face.

I shoved him up off of me and sat up, then pushed him down on his back and straddled his hips. I guided him slowly back into me and began a steady rhythm again, faster and a bit more aggressive than he’d set before. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed my hips in his hands, working me on him. I braced my hands on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, never slowing my movements. He was so amazing laying there, his hair in disarray, his face smooth and relaxed, his stunning blue eyes sparkling up at me. I never wanted to forget what he looked like in that moment, never wanted to let go of how he was making me feel.

After awhile I felt him begin to twitch inside me, so I leaned down on his chest and locked my lips against his. His hips began to thrust up more frantically, and his hands became more demanding.

“You feel so amazing,” he growled into my mouth, sitting up to wrap me in his arms, still moving madly under me. “I’m close, Mycki, really close.”

“I want to look into your eyes, the way you did into mine,” I whispered, moving my face back a bit so I could see him. He held me securely against his chest as he rocked faster and faster against me, and I felt my own peak rising again. I desperately wanted to reach that peak with him, to feel myself let go just as he did.

He tensed a bit beneath me and thrust his hips up extra hard one final time, calling out my name as he did so. Feeling him tense like that sent me right over the edge and I joined him, my eyes never leaving his as ragged breaths tore from my lips. A pained expression clouded his eyes briefly, so briefly I wasn’t even sure I’d seen it, then he was kissing me again, eagerly yet tenderly, laying me gently on my back again.