Sweet As Sin

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The last thing I expected to hear at that moment was a soft, satisfied laugh.

Damn. The man could read me like an open book. “Do not laugh at me.”

Nico’s scowl had faded, replaced with a look of amusement. The twinkle in his eyes was even more satisfied than his laugh. He slowly withdrew his fingers, making me shudder, then stroked them up and down my s*x, focusing on the aching nub on top. He pinched it between his fingers and tugged. I gasped, stiffening, my eyes wide, staring up into his.

The doorbell rang on and on.

Nico ignored it. “You gonna hide your feelings from me again, Kat?”

Stroke. Tug. Stroke.

“I—I can’t . . . okay yes probably.” The last part came out in a breathless rush as the coil of pleasure deep in my belly wound tight.

Nico kissed me softly on the lips. “The correct response to that question is ‘no,’ baby.”

Stroke. Pinch. Stroke. I couldn’t help the soft, pleading whine I made. More stroking, firmer, quicker, as Nico intently watched my face. His own was hard with desire. My lips parted wordlessly when I felt a tiny contraction.

And then, bastard that he was, Nico stopped.

“No! Nico!”

Without breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on the two fingers that had just been inside me. He really made a meal of it, too, running his tongue all the way down to the base of his fingers, sucking all the way back to the tips. It was sexy as hell. Then he crushed his lips against mine and f****d my mouth with his tongue.

He wrapped an arm around my back, hard as an iron bar, and held me against him, kissing me with so much passion and possessiveness it took my breath away. He rolled on top of me, gripped both my wrists in his hands, and pinned them to the pillow above my head.

The doorbell fell silent. With all my heart, I hoped the band had decided to take a hike down the canyon and would never be seen again.

Panting, Nico pulled away and stared down at me. His eyes were wild. He looked even more undone than I was. He looked about to explode.

So, brat that I am, I laughed.

I flexed my pelvis against his, feeling the hard length of his erection through his sweats. “Aw, what’s the matter big boy? Feeling a little frustrated?”

Fast as lightning, he sat up, pulled me along with him, flipped me over, and had me across his knees. Then he leaned down and sank his teeth into my bare ass.

I cried out, mostly from surprise. It stung, but didn’t really hurt. I think my ego was more hurt that he could flip me around like a pancake and I could do nothing to stop it.

Or could I?

I looked at him over my shoulder. When he glanced at me, kissing the flesh he’d just nipped, I lifted my butt so there was a pretty arch in my lower back. In my best phone-s*x-operator voice, I breathed, “So you’re an ass man, then, Nico? Or . . . ” Slowly, I rolled over, watching as his eyes devoured the sight of my naked body. I cupped my breasts in my hands. “Are you more of a breast man?”

When he remained silent, staring down at me in molten stillness, I smiled even wider. “No? Must be a leg man, then.” I slid my hands down my ribcage, over my belly, and across my hips, then, catlike, stretched out to my full length, pointing my toes and lifting my hands over my head.

I was totally naked. Totally exposed to him. And, due to his expression of extreme desire, feeling totally fantastic.

Until he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me across the bed, and on top of him. I wound up on his lap, legs around his hips, face in his hands, stunned by how easily he could manage my weight and get me exactly where he wanted me with minimal effort on his part.

Nico answered me in a gruff whisper. “When it comes to you, Kat, I’m all three. But make no mistake: I play to win. So if you wanna start this little teasin’ game, I’m not gonna stop until you beg me to.” He ran his tongue along my lower lip, and rocked his pelvis into mine, putting pressure in the exact right spot to make me softly gasp.

“You started it!” I might have already been begging a little. The band was a distant memory by now.

“Did I? Hmm.” Nico cupped my ass and ground me against him. My n*****s skimmed his chest, sending jolts of pleasure through me, jolts that grew hotter and stronger when he moved his hands to my breasts and gently squeezed. He stroked his thumbs back and forth over my aching n*****s, watching my face all the while. Watching as my lids grew heavy, my breath grew short, my pulse went haywire.

Oh God. Could he make me come . . . just like this?

I whispered his name. A small smile played over his lips.

“Yeah, baby? What is it? You got somethin’ to say?”

It was already on the tip of my tongue. Just one little word and I could fall apart in his hands. Please.

But that would be too damn easy. And if there was one thing I was determined not to be with Nico, it was easy.

Well, easier.

I smiled a little smile of my own. “Yes. Actually I do.” I reached between us, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his sweats, and wrapped my fingers around his stiff, swollen c**k. His eyes went wide. I was more than a little satisfied to hear his sharp intake of breath. Sweetly, I said, “I play to win, too, handsome. You’re on.”