Damaged, The Romance of Nick and Layla (Part 4) by Crystal Cierlak

are bright and blue and very sexy.
    “I think I can help you with that,” he smiles suggestively, kissing at the corners of my mouth until I am smiling. It’s oh so easy to smile.
    “That’s not a bone, it’s a muscle,” I tease, kissing him back. “Besides, I have other things in mind.”
    “Oh?” he raises and eyebrow and smiles suggestively down at me. His hips pressed into mine tell me that he already knows what he’d like to do this morning. And I don’t blame him.
    “I was thinking I should find something in the way of living arrangements. At least until I have some idea of what I’m going to do with my life. I mean I can’t live in this hotel room forever.”
    Nick rests down on his arms at my sides and looks contemplatively at me. “I think I can help you out with that.”
    “How’s that?” I ask, squirming underneath him so I’m sinking further into the feathered mattress top.
    “I know of a house that’s available. A beautiful one at that.”
    “How do you know about available real estate in Santa Barbara?” I ask incredulously.
    “I don’t. This house is in Camarillo. Big piece of land, modest size house, has a view of the Pacific from the second floor veranda and a garden full of citrus trees and jasmine.”
    “And how exactly is it you came into this information, Mr. Hudson?”
    A smile spreads across his face, perfectly straight white teeth gleaming down at me. “I know a guy. You interested?”
    “Sounds expensive,” I say skeptically.
    “Don’t worry about the money. Do you want to see it?”
    “I don’t know. Do you think I’ll like it?”
    “Pretty sure you will.” His finger picks up a loose tendril of hair from my face and gently folds it behind my ear.
    “Okay. Let’s go see the house. After .”
    “After?”
    I close my eyes and nod assuredly at him. When he kisses me it feels fresh, like something new we’ve discovered together despite our long history. It’s uncomplicated and easy. And sexy. I’m sore from last night but happily so, and when he enters me it is painless and my body is more than accommodating. He kisses me as our bodies move together, passionately and slowly, a manageable concentration of the intensity from before. This time when I come I don’t pass away into unconsciousness, but cry out into his mouth, his name muffled between our lips. He follows a moment later, fingers squeezing tightly into my skin as he comes undone inside me.
    “You’re even gorgeous when you come,” I wink at him.
    He looks genuinely surprised by the compliment, but quickly recovers and smiles slyly at me. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you watch me come again.”
    “I’m sure we’ll have time for that again.” I nuzzle up into his neck and crane my head to gently kiss at his earlobe. “And again after that if you want.”
    “Oh, I want,” he promises and then kisses my neck. “I’ll come back for you in half an hour, ‘kay?”
    “ Come back ?”
    “Yes. Come back. From the room I’m paying for but have barely stepped inside of. Remember?”
    To be honest I completely forgot. For a moment I think to offer him my room to stay in with me, but I don’t say anything. He gets up from the bed to quickly dress and I grab for the borrowed white tee to cover myself in.
    “Your phone is ringing.” He looks at the screen as he passes it to me, a puzzled look on his face. “Why is Eric Clapton calling you?”
    “Oh.” Shit. I take the phone and tap the ignore button, tossing the phone onto the bed carelessly. “It’s an inside joke. Kind of.”
    Nick slips on his abandoned shirt and reaches for his own phone and wallet. “See you in thirty?”
    “Yep!” I answer brightly. He leans over and places a kiss on my mouth before eyeing me suspiciously. “I think you should keep the shirt.” He smiles wickedly and disappears from the room, letting the door come to a locked close behind him.
     
     
     
    I slip the pleated maxi dress over my shoulders