Chapter 208

Maybe it was instinct, my body’s natural reaction when being kissed by the man I so deeply cared for.

Or maybe it was habit, borne from so many shared kisses in our younger days, or since being reunited.

Whatever the reason, when Nicholas kissed me, my entire body seemed to come alive. As if these past few days since our separation, I had been trapped in some kind of stasis. I’d been kept on ice, cold and alone.

Now, Nicholas breathed fresh life into me.

His mouth was a furnace. His hands held me with an immovable grip. This was fine with me. I didn’t want to be moved.

I wanted to be held, caressed, adored.

I wanted to give those things in return. My own fingers were clawlike as I gripped at his shoulders and dragged him closer, as close as could be, until no distance separated our bodies – only our clothes. Those pesky things. Yet getting naked was too dangerous here.

We were in a coat closet. Rails of coats on hangers lined either side of the long, narrow room.

Nicholas released his hold on me, but only so long as to split the coats. Then he pushed me through the opening until my back hit the wall. He instantly joined me, crowding around me as the coats shuffled behind him, practically concealing the gap.

“Nick,” I whispered. The name came out as desperate as I felt. I was on fire. He was the only one who could put me out. But first, he had to fan those flames to a record heat.

He was well on his way again as his mouth covered mine. His tongue licked into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, allowing him easier access.

His hands traced down the sides of my body, down, down to my hips. There, he hooked his hands under my thighs and he lifted me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me to the wall with his body. His hands gripped my ass, maybe for support, maybe just to feel, as he was squeezing.

I broke the kiss to gasp. I was nearly light-headed from the lack of oxygen. This was all happening so quickly. Maybe we should talk about it. Maybe we should…

It was dark in the closet, with only a dim light coming through from around the door. Yet even in the darkness, his golden eyes sparkled as he looked at me with the same adoration he had when he sat across the table from me.

That same look would get us into trouble someday, I was sure of it.

But weren’t we already in trouble?

Our dates were giving interviews and we were here, so very nearly lost in each other.

Nicholas licked his kiss-swollen lips. His gaze dropped down to my mouth. “Piper.”

That was all he said. That was all he needed to say.

Just low and deep and growly. My name.

And all other thoughts flew away. All consequences of what might happen here were immediately dismissed.

Maybe when we left this room, we’d go back to ignoring each other. But for now, while we were here, I could have this.

We were already here, after all. What was the point of holding back now?

The rest could wait. Reason could wait.

For now… This.

With the way he was holding me, my face was on level with his. It was so easy for me to lean forward and claim his mouth with my own biting kiss.

He smiled against my mouth, but only for a moment, before he gave me more and his mouth was too busy to smile.

I combed my fingers through his hair.

He hummed in pleasure. I felt his growing hardness press against my thigh. He shifted slightly, and now it pushed straight between my legs.

“N-Nick!”

At my reaction, he did it again, bucking his hard dick straight up against me. It slipped along my core and pressed at my clit, providing delightful friction along all of my sensitive parts.

“Oh, Nick…”

“Feel good?” he asked, voice rough.

“God, yes.”

He growled a little. “Good.” Then he did it again.

I dropped my head back. It hit the wall with a thud. This exposed my neck, and Nicholas dove forward, latching himself onto the newly exposed skin.

The marks he’d made before were fading. He sought to renew them now, suckling and nipping at the column on my throat.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the onslaught of his hot, wet mouth on my skin, as well as the hard dick bucking up between my legs.

If only we weren’t wearing clothes, he would finally be inside of me. I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. I’d be his, body and soul.

What? No…

I shouldn’t think like that.

But lost as I was on the waves of lust and heat and pleasure, I had trouble remembering why.

I only wanted more.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“Won’t.”

Suddenly he began to swirl his hips rather than punch forward, and the new motion caused new pleasures.

“Ah-ah!”

“Shh,” he said into my skin. “You have to be quiet.”

I didn’t trust myself, not with how good everything felt. So I brought my hand to my mouth and clenched my teeth down on my knuckle. It wouldn’t stop all the noise, but it would stop most.

Nicholas, even during his correction, did not stop his gyrations. He did not slow.

In fact, now, with my fingers in my mouth, he began to pick up speed. His hard cock rubbed me in an onslaught of pleasure. Of heat.

Of yes…

And more, more, more…

The words didn’t come out, but the soft noises did: gentle gasps and wordless moans.

Nicholas, for his part, was losing himself too. He kept his mouth at my neck, but instead of lavishing attention, he was grunting in time with his harsh thrusts.

“Mmf. Mmf. Mmf.” A fast rhythm. “Piper, God…”

“Hm, ah…oh,” I said in return.

We chased the pleasure together, hands clawing and pawing. I scratched down his shoulders. Still gripping my ass, he began to move me in tandem with his hips, bringing me harshly down as he bucked up against me.

It felt so good. It was never going to last.

I took my hand away from my mouth for only an instant. “Close,” I said, a warning, before I bit down on my knuckles again.

“I’ve got you,” Nicholas said, and I knew in my heart that was true.

Nicholas. Reliable, sexy Nicholas, always there.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come from my cock.”

Not just your cock, I thought but couldn’t say. I didn’t trust my voice now. If I removed my fingers, I might end up screaming.

Close, close, so close.

And then –

“Nnngh!”

I came in a ripple of exploding pleasure.

“Piper,” he gasped, then bucked one final time. His hips trembled. His hands tightened.

Together, we rode the waves of our pleasure until they calmly subsided and lowered us back to the earth.

Nicholas lowered me down to the ground, then stepped back. His breathing was heavy. Mine matched his.

We took a moment to adjust ourselves.

“Nick…” I said as an opening. “We should take about this, right?”

He looked at me, and a hardness returned to his features. “We need to get back. They’ll notice we’re gone.”

So we weren’t going to talk about it.

And this didn’t actually change anything.

This was a release, maybe, from the tension between us. But, as I suspected, when we left this closet, we’d go back to our respected dates and pretend this didn’t happen at all.

I knew it would be like this.

It still hurt.

I pushed past him.

“Piper,” he started to say, but I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say now. He’d only keep hurting me.

I reached the door and opening it, pushed out into the foyer.

Nicholas, who had been closely chasing me, came out in my shadow.

Before us, a camera crew were filming an interview with Nathan.

And we were directly in the shot.