Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(39)

The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Stay there. I’ll get it.”

She was sitting cross-legged on the bed when I returned carrying two martini glasses of chocolate mousse and two spoons.

I kicked my shoes off and joined her on the bed, sitting opposite her, copying her pose. Last time we’d done this we’d been virtual strangers. Now, sitting with her fully clothed and eating mousse was far more intimate than before. How was that possible?

I watched as she slipped the spoon into her mouth and closed her eyes. “You’re so sexy.” The words slipped from my mouth before I had a chance to stop them.

She opened her eyes. “Back at you. I meant to say so earlier, but this casual look you have going on suits you.”

I glanced down at my jeans and shirt as she waved her hand toward me. I guess she’d never seen me out of a suit.

“I mean the suit thing is hot with a capital H, but you can rock a pair of jeans with that ass.”

I chuckled. “Well, coming from the woman with the best ass in the universe, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “You should. I’m picky about the asses I date.” She blushed. “Not that we’re dating, I just mean—”

My heart thudded as I lifted her chin with my finger. “I’d like it if we were dating. Exclusively, if you want to try that.”

She smiled. “I’d like to.”

I nodded. “Good.”

Against my better judgment, I wanted more with this girl. More than I’d had with anyone since Alicia.

“I’m still hungry.” Beth had finished her mousse and was looking at me with sad eyes.

“I can order some more.”

“Not that kind of hungry.” She cocked her shoulder and looked at me from under her lashes.

This was new: she was making the first move. I liked that her confidence had increased; it meant she trusted me.

I set my glass on the bedside table. “What kind of hungry are you?” I lifted up on my knees and crawled toward her, coaxing her to her back.

I dropped a kiss on the corner of her lip. “That kind of hungry?”

“Hmmm, maybe.” She ran her hands up my chest and widened her legs as I held myself over her.

I dipped my head to her neck and swirled my tongue over her skin, then bit. “That kind of hungry?”

“Not quite, but almost.” Her voice was breathy and labored and filled with the need for more.

I pulled her top out of her skirt and peeled it off, revealing her incredible tits. Amazing. But I couldn’t stop to admire them. I needed her naked. I slid off her skirt and panties, followed by her bra. And there she was, laid out in front of me, naked and ready.

I smoothed my hands down her body, reminding myself of every curve. “Are you hungry for this?”

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me atop her, palming my cock through my jeans. “This.”

I groaned. She wanted my dick. If I’d had any doubt she was perfect for me before, she’d just erased it.

“That, my sweet, I can help you with.”

I pulled off my shirt, my eyes fixed on hers. She smiled and reached for her *. Fuck, she could make me hard so quickly. “No,” I barked.

“No?” She began to circle her fingers. As much as I wanted her to stop, to let me give her pleasure, the sight of her, one leg bent, her hand between her thighs, was one of the most glorious things I’d ever seen.

I kicked off my jeans and boxers and crawled back to her, knocking her hand away and replacing it with my own. “This is what you want?” I asked, pressing her nub as she arched her back.

“More,” she groaned. “I want you inside me.”

I grabbed a condom out of my wallet. She watched as I slid it over my dick, then flipped to her stomach.

“Hey.” I grabbed her hip and tried to pull her back. “Turn over. I want to see you.”

I’d always f*cked her from behind, but tonight I needed it to be more.

Her cheeks flushed and she moved to face me, reaching for my face. I crawled up between her thighs and slid my rock-hard cock over her entrance, up and across her clit. As usual, she was wet and ready, as if she had a constant need for me.

She writhed beneath me as I teased her. “More,” she breathed. “Please.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, basking in her cries.

She grasped my shoulders as I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside, inch by inch.

With each movement, she seemed to relax and melt against me.

If she were the only thing left in my world, I’d be a happy man.



Beth

I’d never felt so intimate with anyone. Dylan and I hardly knew each other, but it was as if he understood me, saw me, and wanted me, despite everything.

Our fight earlier had made me realize that although what we had was meant to be easy, losing him would have been anything but.

I cupped his face as he moved over me. We’d never had sex face-to-face, and watching him trying to hold back was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me. He growled and dipped his lips to my shoulder.

“This is it,” I whispered. “This is what I’m hungry for. You.”

He thrust into me, winding me. “Jesus, Beth. If you say things like that, I can’t . . .”