Forever with You

I bit down on my lip as I lowered my hand. Now I really needed that candy. Tonight I was going to eat my emotions. I’d started down the hall and reached the bathroom when I heard a knock on my front door.

Frowning, I walked to the door and checked out the peephole. Surprise shuttled through me. It was Nick outside, but that didn’t make sense. He was supposed to be at work. Throwing the lock, I opened the door.

“What are—?”

The rest of the words were lost in action. He stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind him. My heart jumped into the vicinity of my throat. Nick circled an arm around my waist, lifting me up and pulling me against his chest. His other hand folded across the nape of my neck. Within a heartbeat Nick’s mouth was on mine and he was kissing me. There was nothing slow and tentative about this kiss. It was deep and consuming, and before I knew it, my arms were around his neck. I hung on to him, reeling from the depth of the kiss, of how I felt in his embrace. Like a treasure or a rare work of art. That was how he kissed, and it was like touching on forever.

Nick was slow to break the contact, but when he did, he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, and the kiss had twisted up my senses so much that I didn’t realize at first what he was apologizing for. Or why he was talking. I just wanted him to kiss me again. “I didn’t mean to come off as a dick at the bar,” he explained, clueing me in. “I was just surprised to see you and I was worried about you being in there, in case something happened.”

My fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair. “Nothing would’ve happened.”

“Yeah, life has a way of proving that statement wrong.” His lips brushed over mine as he spoke, sending a series of shivers down my spine. “Anyway, I think I need to learn how to think before I speak.”

A little smile tugged at my lips. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“You think so?” His gaze was hooded as he kissed me softly. When I nodded, I was rewarded with another lingering, blistering sweep of his lips. “Hold on.”

My breath caught as the arm around my waist lifted me clear off my feet. Instinct guided my legs around his hips. I felt him then, hard and straining against his jeans. It was like a switch had been thrown inside me. When he’d kissed me, pleasure swirled tightly, but feeling him now sent a bolt of pure lust through me.

Nick started walking, carrying me back toward the bedroom as he spoke. “I didn’t think.”

“Think about what?” There was a breathless quality to my voice I didn’t even recognize.

With his long-legged steps, we were in my bedroom within a heartbeat. “I didn’t think about how lonely you’ve been.” Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, his tongue dancing along mine. “That you’re new to this town, new to work, and new to me.”

Another deep, scorching kiss scattered my thoughts. He stopped in the middle of my bedroom, the hand around the back of my neck tightened, tangled with my hair. “I wanted to tell you that at the bar, but I was middle of helping Clyde hook up a new fryer. That shit was actually complicated. And when I came back out, you were gone.”

“I texted you.”

Nick shifted, placing me on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t check my phone.” Straightening, he shrugged off his leather jacket. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “As soon as I saw you were gone, I went to Jax. He let me go.”

I wet my lips as he reached down, wrapping his fingers along the hem of his shirt. “You left work to come here?”

“I don’t like the idea of you being lonely.” Pulling the shirt over his head, he let it fall to where his jacket rested. “Fuck. I don’t like that idea at all.”

My mouth dried as I got a good eyeful of him. Things had been so fast and heated the night we got together that I really didn’t get the time to appreciate him in all his bare-chested glory. Nick had a great body—a ru

He kicked his boots off next, then his socks. I don’t know what it was about seeing a man’s feet, but there was something entirely intimate about it. Maybe I was just weird like that. “You shouldn’t feel that way,” he continued, drawing my gaze to his. “I don’t want you to.”

“I know you have a lot on your plate and—”

“Yeah, I do.” His fingers went to the button on his jeans, flipping the waist open, then the ti

His jeans dropped, and he was in a pair of tight black boxer briefs.

“I can totally get behind this use of time,” I murmured.

He chuckled. “And that’s why I like you.”

There was a tiny part of me that wanted to demand what else he liked about me, but that wasn’t what came out of my mouth. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed.”

He stilled, his lips curling up at the corners. “What?”

“I . . . I haven’t really kissed a guy since high school,” I admitted, feeling a little foolish for blurting that out. “I know that sounds all Pretty Woman, but it’s just not something . . .” An unfamiliar moment of uncertainty slammed into me. “God, that’s a stupid thing to say right now. Can we forget I even spoke and get back to getting naked?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I get it.” He reached out, smoothing a hand along my cheek. “You and I . . . ? We’re something else, aren’t we?”

I laughed softly.

“Most people wouldn’t get it, probably wouldn’t even tolerate us, but together . . . we make sense.”

There was a startling truth to his words, but there was also a part of me that wondered if he would’ve come to that conclusion—if I would’ve found myself here with him—if I hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Then Nick was naked, and I was pretty much only capable of focusing on that. I hadn’t even seen the last piece of clothing go off, but there he was, and dear God, it was like hitting the male jackpot.

A hundred percent male, he was a study of hard lines, cut muscles, and masculine beauty. He had no shame standing there in front of me, and there was no mistaking how ready he was. And his size? Whoa.

Pulse pounding, I dragged in air as he curved his fingers under my chin. With slight pressure, he urged me onto my feet. A small grin played across his lips as his hands slipped down my arms and then to the hem of my tank. Without saying a word, he tugged it up and over my head. It joined his clothing. The tips of my breasts were already tight, aching.

His gaze dipped and he made this sound in the back of his throat that turned my knees weak. “These . . .” He ran one hand over the cup of my bra, and I sucked in an unsteady breath. “You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to see these.” That hand glided up, over the black lace and then under the cup. His thumb smoothed over the tip, and pleasure darted out from there, cascading into a shimmery veil of pleasure. “To touch them.” His other hand snaked around my back, and with nimble fingers he unhooked my bra.

A flush spread across my skin as the bra slipped down my arms and off me. Bare to his eyes from the waist up, I bit down on my lip as I let him look his fill, and he did. He looked until I felt like he was committing the image into his memory, until that flush turned into sweltering heat.

Then he cupped me with both hands.

My back arched and a breathy moan escaped me as his fingers did crazy insane things to my senses. I reached out, placing my hand on his chest to steady myself as he explored. His skin was hot under my palm and I could feel his heart pounding.

“Nick,” I breathed.

He shook his head. “I didn’t take my time when we were together. I’m rectifying that right now.”