Elastic Hearts (Hearts #3)

“No quickie.”

I reached for his shirt again, tugging it open and planting my palms on his hard chest, making my way to his shoulders and down his sculpted arms, taking the shirt off with my touch. My heart was beating wildly as I studied the sight in front of me, his lean frame, the six-pack I had no idea he had beneath his work clothes. I swallowed thickly as my gaze made its way back up to his eyes. The fire in them made my stomach flip. He took his shoes off, kicking them off to the side before stripping out of his socks, then he pulled me back to him and took my mouth in his again, his hands groping my ass, my waist, my breasts. His hands went around and unclasped my bra, tugging it down quickly and throwing it to the side. His hands cradled my face as he gazed down at me and my heart began to thunder inside my chest. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but didn’t, instead lowering his mouth to mine once more.

He walked backward, bringing me with him as he held me by the waist, his mouth all over me—my mouth, my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. I held on to his strong forearms so I wouldn’t trip over my feet or his. He pushed a door open and I gripped on to him when I opened my eyes and realized I was standing inside Victor’s bedroom. The young version of me did a backflip. Never in a million years did I ever think my life would take me there, to his intimate lair. And never in a million years would I have thought it would be so normal, so cozy, unintimidating. It was a very manly room, from what I could see—large bed, dark sheets, dark décor. He pulled me toward the bed and pushed me down so I landed on my back, the plush mattress catching me and springing me up slightly.

I laughed as I looked up at him, towering over me, looking all serious wearing only his slacks.

“You look like you’re about to punish me,” I said.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

His gaze made its way down my body as he said the words, licking his lips in the process. I shivered against the soft sheets beneath me. He came closer, putting a knee between my legs to push my legs farther apart. In only a black silk thong and matching pumps, I was exposed. I would have felt shy, had it not been for the way he looked at me, like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. I opened my legs farther as he stood up straight and started working on taking off his belt. As he unbuttoned his pants, I fondled my breasts, and he groaned at the sight. My hands trailed over my stomach. I laid them flat against my abdomen, tucking them into my panties.

“Fuck. Yes, Nicole,” he said, his voice raw as he stripped out of his pants, taking his boxer briefs with them. My heart stopped for a second as I looked at his erection and just how ready he was for me. His hand closed over it as he pumped and watched me. I moaned, slipping my fingers along my folds, remembering what he felt like inside me.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he said. “I wish you could see yourself.”

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” I said, biting my lip to stifle another moan. “I wish you would touch me instead of yourself.”

His jaw clenched as he stepped toward me. It was as if his self-control snapped in that instance.

His hands gripped my panties and pulled, the thong biting into my ass as he ripped them off me.

He brought his face down to my chest, making his way to one of my nipples and licking, biting, tugging before sucking the entire thing into his mouth. My hands flew to his hair and pulled.

“Holy shit,” I said, feeling the sensation everywhere. “Victor.”

“Yes,” he said against my other nipple. “Keep saying my name. Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want this so much,” I said, a gasp when he made his way down my stomach, licking, biting, dragging his teeth all the way to my clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Oh my God.” He licked the seam, up and down, not leaving any bit of it untouched by his tongue, before focusing on my clit again.

“Tell me, Nicole,” he said, tugging at my lips. “Tell me how much you missed this.”

I groaned, my pelvis jumping at how good his mouth felt on me.

“Tell me how much you need this,” he continued as he groaned, putting more pressure on that spot. I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my toes curling, a burn gradually moving from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as an orgasm began to wash over me. He kept licking me, sucking me, even after I screamed out his name. I shook my head, pulling at his head.

“I can’t,” I said in a whimper. He kissed the inside of my thighs and replaced his mouth with his fingers as he made his way up my body, his eyes right in front of mine. “Victor,” I cried out again when he pushed his fingers inside me. He didn’t do it slowly. He didn’t let my body acclimate to anything.

He wanted me to feel it.

And I did.

Everywhere.

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