This Nicki was no more real than the sultry pole dancer or the bad-ass biker chick.
Taryn had done it. So had Lexi and Maggie. Because they all had some fucktarded idea that by leaving they would be doing the best possible thing for the people they cared about most. Sean’s heart stuttered in his chest, then stopped beating entirely for several long ticks of the clock. Was it possible that Nicki cared for him the way he did for her? Oh, he knew she would realize it eventually, but maybe she already had and that was why she was swinging so hard in the other direction now...
His blue eyes bored into hers, searching. There! The silver flickered, softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. It was all he needed. Fine. If she wanted to play that game, he was in. He could do big and bad, too. And she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Not quite,” he said, allowing a hungry look to seep into his features. It wasn’t difficult. Being anywhere in the vicinity of the woman made him hot and hard. Hell, physical proximity didn’t really matter at all. Just thinking about her did it for him.
“Yeah?” she asked, tilting her chin with arrogance even as she took a step back. “Like what?”
Sean crossed the room in two long strides. He cupped the back of her head with one hand and thrust the other between her legs while taking full and thorough possession of her mouth. She resisted, her nails like claws curling into his chest, drawing blood, but he persisted, his tongue insistently probing until she relented and opened for him. He dominated her, his grip like iron, demanding the very breath from her lungs and replacing it with his own.
“I haven’t finished with you yet,” he said huskily several minutes later when her eyes were sufficiently dazed and her body suitably pliant. Hell, he would never be finished with her.
“What did you have in mind?” Her voice was sex personified, a low throaty purr he could never get enough of.
“I haven’t tasted you,” he breathed as his lips skimmed her jaw line. “And I need to taste you.”
*
The whimper that escaped was purely unintentional. With his skilled hand cupping her sex through her jeans, massaging, teasing, and those hard, sensuous lips moving over her face and neck, and – oh God – licking that spot just behind and below her ear, she had even less success withholding the full body shudder that racked her.
“Like I tasted you?” she reminded him purposely, knowing the words had their intended effect when he growled deep in his chest and slipped his hand into her jeans, thrusting one, then two fingers into her sex, sending her into instant climax and drenching his hand with her slick juices. She clutched his biceps and bit her lip to keep from crying out – she would not give him the satisfaction, but Sean had other ideas. He withdrew his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, suckling them like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His icy blue eyes darkened until they resembled perfect sapphires.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a wicked grin, “I am not just going to taste you. I’m going to feast on you for hours.”
He kissed her then, hard and possessively, forcing her to taste herself upon his lips and tongue. Her knees were so weak Sean was forced to hold her upright as he began to lick and bite his way down her body.
“Nick - ” she murmured as Sean began deftly working the jeans off of her hips with one hand, never lightening up on the onslaught with his mouth. “Can’t while ... he’s here ... ” she panted.
“Then we’ll go to my place,” he said, returning to nuzzle her neck. He liked that idea anyway. He had more than a few items that would assist him in keeping Nicki around - handcuffs, silk binding ties, some hemp rope... He answered her full-body shudder with one of his own.
“Can’t ... leave him ... alone...”
Sean pushed forward until her back was against the wall, using his significantly larger mass and strength to pin her there while he fished the cell phone out of his pocket. Holding her in place with one muscular thigh wedged between her legs, he thumbed the smart phone screen until someone answered. Because his face was so close to hers, she heard the person on the other end clearly.
“S’up?” The voice sounded like an echo of Sean’s.
“Need you to babysit.”
“Now? I’m just about to –“
“Now.”
Nicki managed to hear a few mumbled curse words – she wasn’t even sure they were English – before the connection broke and Sean returned his full attention to his seduction.