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  He pulled me inside the bedroom and shut the door behind us. He looked down at me, but I couldn't read the expression on his face. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my mouth grew dry.

  "I missed you," he said simply as his dark eyes looked down into mine.

  It felt like my heart missed a beat as I gazed up at him. I was pleased that he'd missed me… but that didn't mean I should read too much into things.

  I glanced away and looked down at the floor, forcing myself to break eye contact.

  He reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up, stripping it from his body and revealing his rippled abs and his perfectly toned chest. My eyes flickered downwards of their own accord. I would never get tired of looking at his body.

  Holy crap, he was beautiful.

  The dressing on his shoulder was new, so I guessed he'd managed to fix himself up on the road.

  "How is your shoulder? Has it been giving you any trouble?"

  He shrugged. “No. It's almost back to normal."

  He licked his lips and grinned at me. “Before I do anything else, I need to have a shower. It was a hot and sweaty ride.”

  I grinned at him. "I was wondering what that smell was," I teased.

  I considered whether I should offer to shower with him. The idea of seeing his beautiful body naked and kissing his rock-hard abs as the water poured over us was an appealing thought.

  I swallowed hard.

  I was getting far too carried away. I needed to give him some space, and I needed a chance to get my breath back. Just being in the same room as Nick Steel had sent me into lust mode.

  After I heard him turn on the faucet in the bathroom, I laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I debated whether to join him in the shower, but in the end, I just stayed where I was. I didn't want to look too desperate, and Nick deserved some privacy.

  After a few minutes, I heard the shower turn off, and I sat up on the bed, suddenly feeling shy and unsure of myself.

  The best thing to do would be to leave now and go back to the bar, allowing him to get dressed in private. That would be the sensible thing to do.

  If we got any closer, I was in serious danger of intensifying these feelings I had for Nick and getting my heart broken. But I didn't want to do the sensible thing… I was sick of doing what was sensible. All my life, I'd done the sensible thing and taken sensible choices.

  I wanted to have hot, raunchy sex with my tattooed, bad boy biker one more time before I left. Surely no one could blame me for that?

  Nick opened the door to the bathroom, and when I saw his body, I licked my lips. The towel rode low on his hips and droplets of water glistened on his tanned torso. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he reached up a hand to run his fingers through his wet hair.

  When he caught me looking at him, with what must have been clear lust plastered all over my face, his eyes took on a predatory look.

  My heart was hammering, and my mind was going wild, remembering exactly how it felt to have Nick Steel pushing himself into me. My body reacted strongly to the sight of him, forcing me to squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure down there.

  I cleared my throat and stood up. "Let me get a look at your shoulder," I said, somehow managing to get the words out past the lump in my throat.

  He smiled and sat beside me on the bed, and I couldn't help noticing the sexy smile on his face that told me he was completely aware of the effect his body had on me.

  I moved so I was in front of him, and he spread his knees, so I could get closer to his body and get a good look at his shoulder.

  From his seated position, his eyes were level with my breasts, and I felt my nipples pucker beneath my shirt as his warm breath caressed them.

  I could feel the heat of his body from where I stood, and I yearned to wrap my arms around him and pull his hard body against mine.

  Instead, I tried to focus on how his shoulder was healing. It looked pretty good considering, but there were still a couple of sutures that would need to come out soon. The doctor hadn't exactly used the latest equipment to treat him.

  "Does it still hurt?" I asked. My voice was so husky I barely recognized it.

  "It's not too bad,” he said, giving me a sexy half-smile. “Although, I could do with something to take my mind off it."

  I licked my lips as I interpreted his innuendo. I could think of a lot of ways to distract him, all extremely pleasurable.

  Beneath the thin towel he'd wrapped around his waist, I could clearly see his erection tenting the material. I felt moisture pool between my thighs as my nipples peaked even tighter against the lace of my bra. I didn't move from between his legs as I breathed in deeply, looking down at his soft kissable lips and the rough stubble that now lined his strong jaw.

  He raised a hand to skim my arm, and my skin tingled in response. He leaned forward, wrapping both arms around me, putting his hands on the back of my thighs and then sliding them up until they were resting just below my ass.

  "Would you like to do something to distract me, Ella?"

  Oh, hell yes.

  I couldn't stop myself from touching him. My hands moved to either side of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingers. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, allowing my tongue to trace them.

  He groaned as he opened his mouth to me, and the taste and sensation of his kiss had my clit tingling in anticipation.

  I reached up to grasp his hair between my fingers, and then I pulled back and gave him my most flirtatious smile. "I'd love to distract you, Nick. Where would you like me to start?"

  I could see the surprise light his eyes before he matched my smile. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we could start like this…"

  His hands cupped my ass and pulled me against him. My nipples were so tight, screaming for his attention as his breath whispered against them. I reached out and undid each button on my shirt slowly, in turn. His eyes scorched my flesh as he followed the progress of my fingers.

  When I opened my shirt, he leaned down, kissing and tasting the sensitive skin at the swell of my breasts. I was glad he was holding me tight, because if he hadn’t been, I think my legs would have buckled beneath me as my whole body was trembling.

  "I want you to touch me," I gasped. "I've missed you."

  With a growl, he pulled my hips towards him, slipping his leg between mine and pressing it firmly between my thighs. I groaned at the delicious pressure and ground myself against him.

  "You have a fantastic ass," Nick said as he clutched it tighter. I moaned again as I rubbed myself shamelessly against him.

  His tongue caressed the sensitive flesh of my neck, and I leaned to one side to give him easier access. His hands slid over my waist, moving upwards until they cupped my breasts. He used his fingers to circle my lace-covered nipples before moving one hand behind me to release the clasp of my bra. I pushed down harder against him, desperate for more of the sensation.

  As I moved my fingers over his broad shoulders, I looked down and saw his huge erection just beneath the towel. My fingers moved lower and lower. I was just about to close my fingers around his length when he gripped my wrist.

  He gave me an almost imperceptible shake of his head. "Not yet, Ella."

  Instead, I trailed my fingers along his defined abs, rocking my hips as I rubbed myself against him, feeling the pleasurable sensations gather between my legs.

  Nick shifted his position so suddenly it took me by surprise. He grabbed me around the waist and turned me around before laying me back on the bed. His gaze steadily met mine as he pulled off my jeans.

  I flushed scarlet as he pulled off my panties. The lights were still on, which meant he could see everything.

  On the positive side, it meant I could see everything as well, and as the towel fell back from around his waist, I caught sight of his huge cock. My breath caught in my throat.

  I whimpered as he lifted my legs, spreading my thighs so he could get access to what
he wanted — the most intimate part of me.

  My heart was pounding as he leaned forward and trailed a line of kisses along my belly, licking and tasting my skin as he went. As he travelled lower and lower, I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter.

  He knelt down between my legs. My breath was coming hot and fast as he leaned forward. His tongue slid up my inner thigh before he lowered his mouth to my wetness. He pushed my legs further apart, and his tongue caressed the swollen bud of my clit.

  I gasped in pleasure as he flicked his tongue rapidly across my most sensitive spot. My hands seemed to move of their own accord, and I gripped his hair between my fingers. He pushed my legs, spreading them wider still, as his tongue kept up that delicious movement. His finger teased me at my entrance, before he slowly moved it inside.

  Ohmygod.

  I gasped and took a breath. I moaned out his name, as he pushed his finger further inside me. My hips jerked as I felt my orgasm building. My whole body seemed to tighten and tense as he increased the pressure with his tongue. And when his fingers delved further inside me, I felt shockwaves starting in my clit that rapidly spread through the rest of my body. I cried out pulling him against me.

  I lay back against the sheets panting. This was what I'd been missing all my life. I’d never had sex this good.

  Before I could recover fully, he'd moved on to the centre of the bed and positioned himself between my thighs. He put on a condom and then held the base of his erection in his hand as he slid it against my opening.

  Holy crap!

  I felt so tight, so I didn't think it was possible to take him all in. But my inner walls stretched as he pushed his way into me.

  His hand moved down to the place where we were joined, and his thumb circled my clit as he began to press himself into me. He moved slowly, and his eyes searched out mine as he pushed himself deeper and deeper.

  I began to move at the same pace. His movements were controlled, not like the wild thrusts of last time. It felt so tender, so deep and so connected.

  I hadn't expected to feel so emotional. It wasn't just sex. It was starting to feel so much more meaningful. How could I walk away from this?

  I pulled his body tightly towards me, so he wouldn't see me tear up.

  I couldn't take much more of this tender sweetness. It was killing me.

  I reached up, clutching his ass and pulling him tightly into me, and then while looking into his eyes, I said, "Fuck me hard, Nick.”

  There was confusion in his eyes for a second, but it didn't last long before he did exactly what I had asked him to. He thrust into me hard, and the control he'd held onto before was completely shattered.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my nails clawed his back, trying to pull him deeper and closer.

  I could already feel the pressure building inside me again, spreading from between my legs and flooding through my entire body.

  "Jesus, Ella," Nick groaned as his thrusts grew faster. "Come for me, baby."

  My hips rose to meet his with each thrust. My eyes flickered closed as I felt my orgasm wash over me, sending me spiraling out of control.

  Nick gave one last thrust, and his entire body stiffened as he came inside of me.

  Breathing heavily, he rolled off of me and then pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair and kissing me tenderly.

  "Well, that was definitely a distraction," he said and kissed my forehead.

  I settled against his warm body, hugging him tightly. I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek.

  To me, that had been more than sex. Despite everything that had happened in this stupid, crazy situation, I was terrified that I'd fallen in love with Nick Steel.

  Sex had always been amazing with Nick, but this time it had shaken me to the core. I knew that I could never have a relationship with this man, and that realization hurt.

  Tomorrow I would go back to my normal life, and Nick would probably have a different woman in his bed next week.

  4

  Nick

  I wasn't really sure what just happened between us, but I knew that I couldn't fight this urge to tell Ella how I felt for much longer. It was all I could do not to blurt it out when I'd been buried deep inside her.

  I raked my fingers through my hair and looked down at Ella. Her breathing was already deep and steady, so I thought she was sleeping. I sat up and reached for my jeans.

  Frustrated with myself, I yanked them on and tried to fasten my belt buckle. My fingers felt numb and awkward. How had I let it get this far? How had she gotten under my skin like this? The situation was driving me crazy.

  I tried to convince myself that I could do this. I would get through it. Soon she would be gone and this thing between us would be over. Things would get back to normal. But even as I tried to reassure myself, I knew it wasn't true.

  Things would never go back to normal for me after Ella.

  Ella stirred in her sleep and turned over. I held my breath as the sheet shifted, revealing the soft curve along her upper thigh and hip.

  I licked my lips and felt my cock jerk in response. Damn. I'd always been quick to recover before, but that had to be a record.

  "Where are you going?" Ella asked me sleepily.

  She looked so beautiful lying there. I fought against the desire to get back into bed and wrap my arms around her. I wanted to tell her I would never let her go and that I would leave with her tomorrow. I would do anything she wanted me to.

  I shook my head, trying to shake some sense into it. I needed to get out of there fast before I did something stupid.

  “I’ve got to go and check in with Victor. I didn't see him when I got back, and he likes to see us all straightaway after we return from a job."

  Ella raised an eyebrow. "Straightaway? Then won't he be mad at you? I'm sure someone would have told him you've been back a while already."

  I grinned at her. "It was worth it."

  I headed for the door and then looked back one last time as she curled up on the bed and covered herself with the sheet.

  "I won't be long," I said as I slipped through the door and closed it behind me.

  At the bar, I ordered a bourbon and threw it back, swallowing it down in one gulp. I ordered another and took it over to Victor's table.

  Jackson was sitting beside Victor as always. He gave me a tight smile, which I didn't bother to return.

  "Steel, did you have a good trip?" Jackson enquired with an infuriating smile on his face.

  I sat down in the chair opposite Victor. "It was fine," I said curtly.

  Victor looked at me with a cold, assessing stare. "Any trouble?"

  I shook my head. There were a couple of places on the outskirts of Victor's properties that had been a little reluctant to pay, but it hadn't taken much to persuade them, so I didn't bother to mention them.

  I shrugged. "The same as usual."

  Victor nodded and then said sarcastically, "Well, Nick, don't let us keep you from your lady friend."

  Jackson smirked again beside him and then raised his bottle of beer to me.

  I shook my head. Screw them.

  I picked up my bourbon and left the table, heading back to the bar. I wanted to go back to Ella, but I couldn't trust myself not to say something stupid. So I went to stand beside Chad and Tom, only half listening as they argued over the merits of Victor's new Harley compared to his older model.

  One of the girls, a stripper called Amy, a girl from Dorset city, came over to say hello. I guessed she was on later that night as she was already decked out in her sparkly costume.

  "I haven't seen you over the past few days," Amy said.

  "Victor sent me away on a job."

  Amy's eyes widened. "Oh, I hope it was successful."

  "Successful enough."

  She chattered on for a while and I zoned her out. I carried on ordering drinks as Chad and Tom's argument about the Harley started to get more heated.

  I needed the alcohol to stop me thinking. I didn't f
eel in control of the situation and I hated feeling like that.

  Amy had paused in the conversation and was looking up at me expectantly like she was waiting for a reply. I smiled and hoped that was good enough.

  I wasn't really listening. My mind was racing. I knew that time was slipping away from me and I was losing all hope of figuring a way to get out of this mess and keep Ella by my side.

  ***

  Ella

  My emotions were all over the place. I couldn't think straight, let alone sleep. I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. Nick had been gone for quite a while and I wondered whether he would still be at the bar. I could only hope the Victor hadn't sent him away again.

  I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed before making my way to the bar. I had a horrible hollow feeling in my chest, and I knew that was down to the fact I was leaving tomorrow.

  I would have given anything to have met Nick under different circumstances.

  Maybe I could ask him to leave with me…

  New York was a big place. He was smart and talented and was bound to be able to find a job. At first, he could move into my apartment, and later, when we got settled, we could find somewhere bigger or maybe move out to Jersey. Renting in New York was ridiculously expensive.

  I almost laughed at myself when I realized how carried away I was getting. Did I really think that Nick Steel was the type of man to settle down with a couple of kids and a dog in New Jersey?

  I reached the entrance to the bar and took a quick look around. I couldn't see Victor's table from where I stood, but I could see the bar clearly, and I was surprised to see that Nick was there, propped up between Chad and Tom and talking to one of the girls, who was dressed in an extremely revealing outfit.

  I had a horrible sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my hands were shaking. I shoved them into the pockets of my jeans.

  He was just having a drink. That was all. There was nothing wrong with that.