A Not So Silent Night

5. Olivia

CHAPTER 5

Olivia

Stepping from the bathroom, I’m surprised to find Nick standing before me.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles as he drops the clothes on the bed, “I’m sorry.”

His words and tone might be apologetic, but his eyes tell a different story as I watch them hungrily trail over every inch of my exposed skin.

It isn’t every day a guy who looks like Nick is this captivated by me.

I don’t think guys that look like him ever give me a second glance.

Nick is tall, probably a few inches over six feet. His dark hair is cropped almost short enough to be a buzz-cut. The adorable, panty-dropping craters of dimples that appear when he smiles are probably a huge deterrent for him growing out his facial hair. His shoulders are broad, but he has the lean muscular physique of a guy who runs frequently. Which, with his job, makes quite a bit of sense.

As my eyes roam down his body, I notice the massive and growing bulge at the front of his pants.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Realizing that I am gawking at his enormous erection, my eyes snap back to his face.

That was a mistake…

Our gazes lock on each other’s, and I feel my whole body begin to flush. The attraction between the two of us is magnetic, a pull I am unable to deny. Crossing the distance between us, my eyes glance back to his crotch. When they return to his face, he has a mischievous smirk that shows off one of his dimples.

He shifts his weight when I reach him, likely in an attempt to reposition the monster between his thighs.

Holding my towel with one hand, I place the other on his chest and am surprised to feel his heart thumping beneath it. I press myself up onto my toes, lean into Nick for balance, and place a soft kiss against his jaw before saying, “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Fuck, Jersey.” The growl that escapes from him can be felt under my palm as it travels from his chest. “That isn’t helping this situation. ”

“What situation?” I tip my head and look up at him coyly.

“You know damned well what situation.” His large hands slide around my back as he pulls me flush against him. Holding me tightly, the hard bulge in his pants is wedged firmly between the two of us.

“Oh.” I smirk back at him. “That little situation?”

“ Little ?” He pulls me tighter while raising an eyebrow.

“Okay. Fine.” I jokingly roll my eyes. “This adequately-sized situation.”

His fingers dust along my jaw and his thumb drags over my lower lip, and in a low gravelly tone, he says, “I bet this mouth gets you in a lot of trouble.”

“I betcha it gets me out of a lot of it, too.” I wink at him, fully aware of the dangerous game I am currently playing.

“I bet it does,” he snarls as his fingers tangle through the wet hair at the nape of my neck. I watch his chest rise and fall with every audible breath he takes. He firmly fists a handful of my hair and uses it to pull me onto my toes and to his face.

His lips are soft and supple when they brush over mine. They are a dire contrast to the way he kisses me. He presses his lips against mine bruisingly hard, his tongue aggressively claiming every bit of my mouth. When he pulls on the fistful of hair, I whimper into his mouth, and it only fuels the fervor at which he kisses me.

I don’t even realize that we are moving until my back presses against the wall as Nick cages me in. Grabbing each of my hands, he lifts my arms over my head and pins them to the wall. My chest is heaving so hard as his lips slowly travel over the length of my neck; the towel wrapped around me falls to the floor.

“Nick,” I moan as his teeth graze over my collarbone.

“Fuck.” He gently nips at my shoulder. “I love the way it sounds when you moan my name.”

“Nick!” Kris’s voice bellows from down the hall. “Did you forget my peppers, or are they still in the truck?”

“They might still be in the truck,” Nick yells in annoyance as he lifts his lips from my neck.

Gripping my chin firmly in his hand, he places a firm kiss against my lips as Kris’s voice carries down the hall again. “Are you going to go and get them?”

“I’m coming,” Nick shouts as his thumb runs over my lower lip. Returning his attention to me, his voice is gruff when he says, “I intend to taste plenty more of these lips tonight, Jersey.”

As he walks from the room, I am pretty sure the wall is the only thing keeping me upright.

Fuck .

What the hell was that?

Catching my breath and well aware of the ache between my thighs, I walk toward the bed to look at the clothes Nick had left for me. Gray sweatpants, which will be about five sizes too big for me, and a Blink-182 T-shirt that I will also be swimming in.

Realizing that my bra and panties are likely in the wash with the rest of my attire, I have no choice but to go commando. After throwing on the clothes, I walk into the bathroom. I quickly towel dry my and pull it into a messy bun. I wrap the elastic around my hair and take in my appearance in the mirror; I am absolutely swimming in the clothes he gave me.

I look fucking ridiculous.

As I walk down the hall—holding the sweatpants to keep them around my waist—I hear the shower running as I pass Nick’s room. Kris is making lots of noise in the kitchen as I walk into the main room of the house. Figuring the least I can do is help with whatever he is doing, to thank them both for the hospitality they are showing me; I continue in his direction.