Seven Night Stand by Nicole Helm

anymore. It was the newness, the uniqueness that had him feeling things he’d never felt before. Enough times together and he’d realize that she was just like every other—
    While still pressed up against him, she worked at undoing the button of his fly and Nate was done thinking. He found the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down, slowly. He pushed her back toward the concrete wall until she was almost flush with it, then pulled the skirt to her ankles.
    She stepped out of the skirt, never taking her eyes off of him. He leaned toward her, gave her a quick, hard kiss. “Take off your shirt, Vivvy.”
    She arched a brow as if to say she didn’t take kindly to being ordered around. But she started to unbutton her shirt as his finger trailed over the smooth skin of her thigh.
    Her shirt dropped to one of the tables, his hands dropped to the outline of her panties. She didn’t have the sexiest of pajamas, but her lacy underwear was always top-notch. He slipped a finger under the fabric and watched her face.
    Her eyes fluttered closed as he slid his fingers up and down her sex. She was already warm and ready, and he wanted to drive her beyond the point of reason or control. To a point where she would beg him for more.
    He removed his fingers, satisfied at her whimper over the lost attention. Pulling her panties down, he kissed along the exposed skin. The scent of her perfume and her shampoo took over the musty smell of the little concrete room, and her soft skin made him forget about the rough concrete walls.
    She leaned back against the wall, her legs spreading. He used his mouth to tease his way up her leg, knee to warm center, then back again. Her fingers tangled in his hair, then fisted and guided him toward her.
    He used his tongue, paying attention to each eager sound she made, to the buck of her hips, the pressing of her hand. He teased, toyed, tormented her. When her knees started to give out, he used his force to keep her upright and against the wall.
    He stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, his male ego soothed by her weak legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.
    “Wow,” she breathed, then her lips curved into a smile. “What am I going to do without you?” Her mouth fell into a frown, her eyes refusing to meet his.
    He wasn’t sure what emotion showed on her face, but he knew his own. Regret. The thought of her leaving filled him with it. Even knowing it was a stupid feeling couldn’t stop the weight from settling in his stomach.
    He moved his hands from her waist, up her sides, to her shoulders, neck, face. He looked at her until she had no choice but to look back.
    She visibly swallowed. “Anyway, this isn’t quite over yet.” She tried that seductive smile, but it failed to reach its usual brilliance. “Got a condom?”
    He knew they should talk about what was happening between them, the feelings that were confusing the hell out of him, but it was hard to pay attention to that knowledge with a raging hard-on straining against his zipper.
    “I don’t have one on me.” Maybe he should just start carrying them.
    “You started something you can’t finish?” She clucked her tongue. “Shame on you, Nate.” Even the sexy teasing lacked a certain spark, but the thought of being inside her was too much to resist.
    “Wait a second.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket. Inside was the condom he’d tucked away that first night. The condom he hadn’t needed to use because Vivvy had had her own. “Thank God for your box of condoms Monday night.”
    She smiled. “I knew I bought those for a reason.” She carefully unzipped his fly and freed his cock. He worked to tear open the condom, and she stroked him to the point of desperate need.
    Maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about what was happening inside of him, but he could show her. This could be more than sex in a storage closet.
    She took the condom from his hand and rolled it on. She glanced around the