stated smugly, putting her on point with his weapon. “ But feel free to prove me wrong. Now would be a good time to get those tricks down your sleeve.”
Ava switched off her blade and hooked the grip in the waistband of her pants. Slowly, she reached out for his weapon and found the button to turn off his laser too, her eyes never leaving his face. “Seems you’re right,” she agreed meekly, dropping his sword to the floor. “You’ve won. I owe you a prize.”
“You do?” Nic’s eyes blazed darkly down at her as he took another step closer to her.
“Yeah.” Ava paused. Her heart skipped a beat when she spoke the next few words. “What would you like?” she whispered.
The words startled Nicolas, but he didn’t move. His gaze was locked on her face as he visibly swallowed. Ava held her breath, silently praying for him to take that last step and back her up against the wall. Her entire body was tingling, warm and willing. She would open up to him and make him hotter and harder than Clea had ever managed to do. She knew she could.
“You tell me,” he replied at last, sounding desperate and eager and fearful all at the same time.
Ava took a deep breath before putting both of her hands on the small of his back. She avoided his eyes, so confused and tormented. Instead, she fixed her gaze on his neck just above the collar of his shirt. Ever so gently she drew him in, inch by inch, until his chest almost brushed against her breasts and his silhouette obscured the light from the barn’s windows. A thrill ran through her when she pressed her soft lips to the skin below his ear, just like she’d done a few days ago.
Nicolas’s hand landed on the curve of her hip, his thumb tentatively caressing the bit of skin peeping out between her top and her pants. He moaned almost inaudibly when Ava’s mouth continued its path along his jaw. The tiny gap of air between their bodies seemed to simmer with heat when she slid her hands up his back, gripping his shoulder blades and willing him to let down his guard completely.
“Nic,” she whispered against his mouth before tracing his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, her cheeks red from arousal when his hot breath mingled with her almost-kiss.
And then it happened. He took that last step forward and crushed her lips with his mouth, his strong body pinning her to the wall. His warm hand slid into her neck, his thumb stroking her ear. Nic’s tongue darted between her trembling lips, taking possession of her just like she’d dreamed of being claimed. He tasted dark and earthy, and so unlike the boys she’d kissed before. His kiss made her tremble with anticipation and weak with searing, pulsing lust.
At first, Nic held back, but when Ava pushed up into his arms and responded to his caress with wild abandon, he kissed her more hungrily, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth, his hands eagerly roaming over every little bit of her body. Ava leaned her head back against the wall, feeling woozy from the wine and the fight and this sizzling, all-consuming kiss.
When Nicolas slowed down and languidly grazed her bottom lip with his teeth, Ava shivered violently. He was even better at this than she’d thought. His kisses made her insides hot and tight. Her hands drifted down to his butt, cupping the taut swell of his finely-toned ass before reeling him in. She wanted to feel his hard cock pressed against her abdomen, so close to her slick, wet heat. Feeling his raging erection was enough to make her even more soaked.
“ Take me,” she mumbled helplessly. “Please. Just…” She’d never been hotter for anyone in her entire life.
Somehow, her incoherent plea made him snap back to reality. Nicolas froze, then stumbled back as if she’d forcefully pushed him off, staring at her with wide eyes. “Oh, God,” he groaned, touching his mouth with trembling fingers as though it had done unspeakable things without his consent. “Ava. Please – don’t. Don’t you
Ava switched off her blade and hooked the grip in the waistband of her pants. Slowly, she reached out for his weapon and found the button to turn off his laser too, her eyes never leaving his face. “Seems you’re right,” she agreed meekly, dropping his sword to the floor. “You’ve won. I owe you a prize.”
“You do?” Nic’s eyes blazed darkly down at her as he took another step closer to her.
“Yeah.” Ava paused. Her heart skipped a beat when she spoke the next few words. “What would you like?” she whispered.
The words startled Nicolas, but he didn’t move. His gaze was locked on her face as he visibly swallowed. Ava held her breath, silently praying for him to take that last step and back her up against the wall. Her entire body was tingling, warm and willing. She would open up to him and make him hotter and harder than Clea had ever managed to do. She knew she could.
“You tell me,” he replied at last, sounding desperate and eager and fearful all at the same time.
Ava took a deep breath before putting both of her hands on the small of his back. She avoided his eyes, so confused and tormented. Instead, she fixed her gaze on his neck just above the collar of his shirt. Ever so gently she drew him in, inch by inch, until his chest almost brushed against her breasts and his silhouette obscured the light from the barn’s windows. A thrill ran through her when she pressed her soft lips to the skin below his ear, just like she’d done a few days ago.
Nicolas’s hand landed on the curve of her hip, his thumb tentatively caressing the bit of skin peeping out between her top and her pants. He moaned almost inaudibly when Ava’s mouth continued its path along his jaw. The tiny gap of air between their bodies seemed to simmer with heat when she slid her hands up his back, gripping his shoulder blades and willing him to let down his guard completely.
“Nic,” she whispered against his mouth before tracing his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, her cheeks red from arousal when his hot breath mingled with her almost-kiss.
And then it happened. He took that last step forward and crushed her lips with his mouth, his strong body pinning her to the wall. His warm hand slid into her neck, his thumb stroking her ear. Nic’s tongue darted between her trembling lips, taking possession of her just like she’d dreamed of being claimed. He tasted dark and earthy, and so unlike the boys she’d kissed before. His kiss made her tremble with anticipation and weak with searing, pulsing lust.
At first, Nic held back, but when Ava pushed up into his arms and responded to his caress with wild abandon, he kissed her more hungrily, plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth, his hands eagerly roaming over every little bit of her body. Ava leaned her head back against the wall, feeling woozy from the wine and the fight and this sizzling, all-consuming kiss.
When Nicolas slowed down and languidly grazed her bottom lip with his teeth, Ava shivered violently. He was even better at this than she’d thought. His kisses made her insides hot and tight. Her hands drifted down to his butt, cupping the taut swell of his finely-toned ass before reeling him in. She wanted to feel his hard cock pressed against her abdomen, so close to her slick, wet heat. Feeling his raging erection was enough to make her even more soaked.
“ Take me,” she mumbled helplessly. “Please. Just…” She’d never been hotter for anyone in her entire life.
Somehow, her incoherent plea made him snap back to reality. Nicolas froze, then stumbled back as if she’d forcefully pushed him off, staring at her with wide eyes. “Oh, God,” he groaned, touching his mouth with trembling fingers as though it had done unspeakable things without his consent. “Ava. Please – don’t. Don’t you
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