Angry Nick was a sexy Nick, and she could never admit this to anyone, especially him, but his shitty behavior had turned her on. When he bit her lip? She’d been equal parts shocked and aroused.
Oh, who was she kidding? The bite had been hot. His terse words, hotter. The angry look on his face? Hotter than hot. Her panties were wet, her entire body tense and edgy, screaming for him to touch her.
He still wouldn’t touch her. Oh, they were lip-locked, but his hands weren’t on her.
She desperately wanted those hands on her.
“Come inside with me,” she murmured against his decadent mouth when she broke the kiss, licking at his parted lips.
“Is this some sort of trick?” He stepped away from her, his mouth damp, his expression wary.
“No.” She shook her head. She couldn’t take it any longer. They’d danced around this for too long. Tonight, she would have him. She should be furious at herself for giving in so quickly. Date one of their eight-date deal and she was practically begging him to come inside so they could get naked together.
Shameful, hussy-like behavior, but she didn’t care. When was the last time she had an orgasm with a man? Oh, a little self-satisfaction took care of things when she was feeling needy, but she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex with a man and came.
Without a doubt, she knew Nick would give her an orgasm. Multiple orgasms.
All she had to do was ask.
“One minute you’re mad at me, and now you’re asking me to come inside?”
Oh, that sounded deliciously dirty to her newfound filthy mind. “Yes, Nick. I am most definitely asking you to come. Inside.” She put extra emphasis on the last two words.
A single dark brow rose, and he shook his head, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “I don’t trust you.”
“What?”
“I said I don’t trust you.” He watched her, his gaze running down her body slow and easy, like he had all the time in the world. Whereas she felt like she would combust if she didn’t get him in her house and in her bed at this very minute.
“Why don’t you trust me?” And having this conversation while they were standing on her front porch? Even more bizarre.
“I’ll walk inside, I’ll get a little too eager and slide my hand up your shirt or in your panties, and then you’ll tell me to get out.” He scuffed his foot at the concrete like a little kid. “I’m not sure I want to take that risk.”
His words made her want to squirm. At the very least, press her thighs together to stave off the ache that bloomed between her legs. “I won’t say no.”
He made a scoffing sound. “This game we’re playing is sick and twisted.”
“I sort of like it.” The minute the words left her mouth, she slapped her hand over it, wishing she could take them back.
His eyes widened the slightest bit. “You drunk, Will?”
She dropped her hand as she slowly shook her head.
“Exhausted? Not feeling right? I know I interrupted your nap earlier.”
“I feel perfectly rested.” Anxious and antsy for some naked man flesh, but she didn’t want to admit that little tidbit.
“So what else could explain the sudden change in opinion? One minute I’m lower than the shit on the bottom of your shoe and the next you’re ready to get it on like Donkey Kong.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “You make no damn sense, woman.”
“Stop trying to figure me out and come here.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her house, slamming the door and then pushing him up against it. Pinning him there in the foyer with her hands pressed against his broad chest, she gave him a little shove. “I swear you’re twice the size you were the last time we were together like this.”
“A man gets older, he gets a little bigger.” Nick shrugged, his head bent so he could meet her gaze. “You are a complete contradiction, you know that?”
She licked her lips and drifted her hands down his front, pushing them up and under his sweater with one quick movement, making connection with hard, bare skin. His lids fluttered at first contact, and triumph surged through her.
“Your abs are inhuman,” she whispered, tracing the delineated muscles with her fingers. “Are you even real?”
“I am one hundred percent real.” He reached beneath his sweater and grabbed hold of her wrists, pulling them out. “If you can prove to me that you won’t kick me out after about ten minutes of teasing, then I might let you get real up close and personal with my abs.”