Kelly's Quest (NYC LOVE Book 2) by Jennifer Ann

back door at his side. The small parking lot out back is filled with half a dozen smokers lined up against the back side of the building, laughing with one another. The smell of nicotine and the warm city air add to the excitement of the impulsive moment.
    Erik doesn’t stop pulling me by the hand until we’re around the corner, sandwiched between another side of the building and a rusted out conversion van with the name of a catering business on the side.
    I’m breathless when he tosses me against the hood of the van, his lips colliding into mine, making way for his warm tongue to sweep through my mouth. Our hands eagerly grip onto each other as our bodies mold into one hot mess. Erik eagerly slides his hand against my bare stomach, popping a button off my shirt. He stops at the swell of my breasts when he finds the small barbells pierced into my nipples and gives them a swift tug, none too gentle. I moan with pleasure, and our kisses become more ignited.
    He stops to grab my hand away from his chest, guiding me down to the button on his shorts. I reach down to release him, nearly coming come undone when I discover he’s commando. I use both hands to ease him out of his shorts, delighted. I’ve been with some good-sized guys before, but damn .
    His lips cover mine once again, claiming me with a kiss so deep I’m surprised I don’t gag with the probing of his tongue. It’s the hottest make out session of my life. And it only gets hotter when he reaches beneath my skirt to rip my thong from between my legs with one hard pull, pressing two fingers into me as if to check to make sure I’m wet. With the flash of his hands, he stops to reach for a condom from his back pocket, and rolls it on, tossing the wrapper down to the parking lot. Maybe I should be concerned by just how easily he does it, as if having sex is something he does on a daily basis, but instead I’m mystified at the skill.
    Then he enters me swiftly with the sounds of the smokers around the corner still dancing through the air. He pulls at the hardware on my nipple while guiding my hips and biting my bottom lip. A low grunt vibrates against his throat as he pushes into me repeatedly.
    “ Holy shit,” I gasp against his mouth, wondering how I’m able to fit all of him inside me without splitting in two. I dig my fingers into the roots of his hair, pulling the soft tufts as I ride him. Intoxicated by the unexpected thrill of the moment, my head swarms with each thrust.
    Sex is my drug of choice. The satisfying friction created from bodies grinding together, the cosmic kisses, the electrifying build of the orgasm that brings me to a euphoria unlike anything else. If someone told me there was something I could take that produced the same satisfying release, I’d become an addict.
    I lean back to watch Erik. There’s an intensity to his gaze, as if he’s determined to give me all he’s got. Paired with the satisfied smirk plastered on his lips, it’s intoxifying. As his hips bend for one long, final thrust, I realize the satisfied look is because he came.
    I’m still on fire and rather disoriented as he lets go of me to pull up his shorts, buttoning them with the smirk still tilting his rose-colored lips. “I’ll tell my doorman you’re moving in tomorrow.”
    Then he walks away without another glance, or a kiss goodbye.
     
    After ten minutes of an internal battle in the women’s room with my darkest demons, I re-enter the bar in a messed-up walk of shame. What in the fuck did I just do? Not only did I break my resolve not to sleep with any more guys until I’ve fallen in love, I screwed up the entire living situation with Erik. As if things weren’t complicated enough before.
    The minute I find my friends alongside sweet, handsome Theo, waiting for me near the bar with their expressions a general mix of confoundment, my insides painfully shrivel. I’ve perfected the metamorphosis into the kind of slut I’m trying so desperately not to be.