"Siobhan," he says, "I thought you weren't interested in dinner with me."
"I'm not." I take a fortifying breath and dive straight into the deep end. "I want to have sex with you, Nick."
His face goes blank. For several seconds, he doesn't move or speak, though his gaze stays fixated on mine. Then he smiles in that smoldering way again. "You surprise me at every turn, Siobhan, but I'm glad you're here. Come inside."
Nick ushers me into his apartment.
It's huge, with a big living room that features an enormous floor-to-ceiling window. I drop my purse on the floor beside the sofa and sit down.
He sits down beside me. "What now? This was your idea, so you should set the pace."
What do I want to do with him first? I've never seduced a man before, so I have no idea how to proceed.
I climb onto his lap, straddling him, which pushes my skirt up above my hips. "Kiss me, Nick, like you did earlier. But make it even hotter this time."
He slings his arms around me and pulls me close.
Our mouths meet, and heat flashes through me. When he dives his tongue between my lips, I moan and clutch at his shirt. We consume each other with our tongues tangling and our breaths blustering over our skin while I sink deeper into his lap and he moves his hands down to cup my ass. His fingers massage my flesh.
God, I need him inside me. Right now.
I tear my mouth away from his, though I'm still gripping his shirt.
He arches one brow and slides a finger inside my panties, between my ass cheeks.
I'm breathing hard, on fire, and I can't hold back anymore. So I rip his shirt open.
Buttons go flying, clicking as they land on the table behind me and the one at the end of the sofa.
Now that I've shed all semblance of self-control, I lay my palms on his bare chest and rub them up and down, loving the feel of the hairs that dust his chest and the muscles that carve lines across it. I dip my head to lick a swirling path over his chest, flicking my tongue over one nipple and then the other.
He sucks in a breath. "Christ, Siobhan."
I raise my head. "Rip my shirt off. Please. Hurry."
"Are you sure you want me to do that?"
"Yes, dammit."
He grabs my shirt and tears it open. More buttons go flying, clicking down somewhere in the vicinity of his buttons.
I unhook my front-close bra.
"Fuck," he mutters. "Siobhan, you are gorgeous."
"So are you, Nick." I wrap myself around him, tunneling my fingers into his hair and rubbing my breasts on his chest. "I need you inside me, right now."
He opens his mouth like he wants to speak, but I don't give him the chance. I cover his mouth with mine, pushing my tongue deep and moaning at the sensations evoked by the contact. His tongue is hot and wet, velvety and agile, but the roof of his mouth feels smooth. I love the way his cock is getting firmer every second, pressing into me more and more. Never before have I wanted a man like this, with such intense lust that I don't give a damn if I'm making a fool of myself. Nick Hunter knows how to kiss, and he does it better than any man I've ever known.
What will sex be like with him? Phenomenal. I have no doubts about that.
I wrench my mouth away from his, breathing hard, almost gasping. "Bedroom, now, please."
"Are you sure about this?"
"You already asked me that. So can you please shut up and fuck me?"
When I lunge for his mouth again, he holds up a hand between our lips. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but we should stop. Think about it. Make sure you want this."