Page 5 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

CLAY

Ialmost missed what Marleigh said when she reached the end of the hallway because I’d been too busy ogling her extremely sexy ass. For being such a little thing, she had mouthwatering curves. I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of them.

Prowling down the hallway, I watched her face as I approached.

She fidgeted nervously, but her eyes were hungry as her gaze swept down my body, then back to my face.

She was standing in the small space that separated our doors, and I moved in a little closer, crowding her against the wall, just enough to make sure I was filling her senses and leaving no room for thoughts that didn’t involve me.

Preferably ones where we were naked and she was screaming my name.

Her generous tits bounced with each of her choppy breaths, and I wanted to rip off our shirts and feel them pressed against me. I wanted her hard nipples dragging over the skin of my palms as I cupped the big globes before taking one of those stiff peaks in my mouth.

Fucking hell, Clay. Get it together before you send her running.

After taking a few measured breaths, I felt more in control. I glanced into the bedroom I was using—for now—and grinned at the bed. I’d barely noticed it before, but now I realized how big it was. “A king-sized bed?” I murmured in a low, seductive tone. “Very nice. Plenty of room to roll around.”

Marleigh cocked her head to the side, her brow furrowing adorably.

“Do you move around a lot in your sleep?” Then her eyes went wide and curious.

“Oh, do you talk in your sleep? What kind of things do you say? I’ve always wondered what a conversation would be like with someone who was still asleep.

” She giggled and pushed some of her long, silky black hair back over her shoulder.

“No, baby, I don’t talk in my sleep,” I responded with a chuckle when she ran out of steam. Then I winked. “I’ll show you what I mean by rolling around another time.”

Marleigh’s cheeks flushed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “Okay, well, um…it’s late, so…”

She put her hands on my chest and gave a little push. I stepped back to give her space, but I didn’t miss the reluctance in her eyes when she stopped touching me.

I wasn’t ready to say good night to her.

Especially considering the night I had ahead of me.

I had no doubt I would be plagued with dreams of Marleigh’s gorgeous body, only to wake up in an empty bed with my woman in the next room.

Hopefully, a night or two of torture was all I’d have to endure.

I was determined to convince Marleigh she belonged to me and have her in my bed permanently, as quickly as possible.

Grasping her delicate wrist, I held her back from taking another step. “Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten.”

She glanced toward the kitchen, then at her bedroom door, before her eyes returned to my face. Then she shrugged. “Not particularly, but I’ll keep you company.”

“Thanks.” Despite her agreement, I didn’t release her hand as I strolled through the apartment to the kitchen, which was on the spacious side.

I wondered if Marleigh liked to cook and that was why she chose the place.

“This is a great space,” I said as I pulled her into the room. “Do you cook a lot?”

“Not really.” She started to shrug, but when I grasped her waist and hoisted her up onto the counter, her hands gripped my biceps.

“Wow,” she whispered, staring at me in awe.

“What?”

“You’re just, um, really strong. You didn’t even seem like you were trying.”

I laughed and gently squeezed her waist. “It didn’t take much effort, baby. You’re so itty-bitty.”

She glared at me, her pretty lips popping out into a cute pout. “I only seem that way because you’re a giant.”

The air suddenly thickened with sexual tension as I thought about how perfectly she would fit against me. “I think we’re just the right size for each other,” I rasped, trying to shove away the images playing through my head before my cock was so hard that it snapped off.

Marleigh’s mouth opened, then closed, before she blurted, “Nope. I don’t cook. Do you?”

“When I have time,” I replied, silently instructing myself to let her go.

My hands seemed to have a mind of their own because they drifted down to cup her curvy hips.

“I enjoy being in the kitchen, but it’s not as fun to cook for only one person.

” Finally, I managed to peel my hands off her and walk to the refrigerator, not that the distance did much good.

The room was filled with her scent. Floral and…

something that was all her own. It was tantalizing and sexy as fuck.

“That makes sense,” she murmured.

I opened the fridge and leaned down to peer inside. “You weren’t kidding,” I teased when all I saw was a couple of takeout containers, salad dressings, and bottled water.

“I’m a New Yorker,” she quipped, making me smile. “If ordering out were an Olympic sport, we’d sweep the gold every time.”

I closed the refrigerator and tossed her a grin before looking around the kitchen. “Can’t argue with that solid logic.”

“Precisely.”

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. “That must mean…” I spotted the drawer I was looking for and laughed when I opened it. “Yup.”

Marleigh’s mouth opened in shock, then she sputtered, “What? How did you? How could you possibly—”

“I’m a New Yorker, too, baby. You think I don’t know how to recognize a takeout drawer?” I lifted the stack of menus and set them on the counter to sift through.

“I don’t know how,” she muttered, her tone disgruntled.

Laughing, I tapped a finger on the tip of her nose and winked. “Then it’s a good thing you’ve got me around from now on.”

She looked at me quizzically, so I changed the subject. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?” I picked up the well-worn menu for a Thai place and waved it.

Marleigh bit her lip, and I could see that she was tempted. Eventually, she sighed, “Okay. But only a little.”

I held out the paper, and she pointed at what she wanted, then I dug my cell phone from my pocket and made the call. When I ended it and set my phone on the counter, I noticed Marleigh staring at me inquisitively.

“What’s on your mind, baby?”

“I always wondered if it was true that pro-athletes eat a lot. That was a ton of food.”

“During the season, I consume a lot of calories, but I usually stick to healthy foods. However, I sometimes indulge in fried goodness like this in the off-season.”

“I’d say you’re lucky to be able to eat so much, but I’m sure I would too if I worked out enough. Which isn’t going to happen. I’ll stick with my daily jogs and a smaller amount of deliciously unhealthy food.”

I laughed and picked her up again, this time cradling her in my arms as I made my way to the living room. The food wouldn’t arrive for at least thirty minutes, so I wanted to get comfortable and spend more time learning about her.

“Why would you worry about that?” I asked, genuinely curious as I headed for the couch and sat down with her in my lap.

“Why do you keep carrying me?” she huffed adorably. “I can walk.”

“I know. I just like carrying you. You’re practically snack-size,” I explained with a wink.

Marleigh rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I am not. You’re a double king size candy, so it just seems like I’m little.”

Images of my girl on her knees, taking my king-sized dick in her mouth and sucking it like a lollipop, filled my head. My cock had softened just a little, but with those naughty pictures swimming before my eyes, I swelled until my shaft pressed against my zipper, aching to be free.

I was a little worried that it might be too much, too fast, so I grudgingly shifted Marleigh to the cushion beside me.

“Tell me why you worry about your weight,” I demanded, going back to my question, my lips curling into a frown. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’d be just as fucking gorgeous no matter what you weighed.”

Marleigh’s cheeks turned pink, but she met my gaze with a sweet smile.

“Thank you. But it’s not really about what I weigh.

It’s just about being healthy and keeping up my energy.

My job has me running around from the moment I arrive to the moment I drag my butt home.

I have to keep up, and I’m not going to do that with stimulants or anything else.

I love my coffee, but I don’t rely on it to keep me going.

So I eat fairly healthy, and when I don’t, I add a little time to my jog. ”

Satisfied with her answer, I asked her a few more questions and answered the ones she lobbed at me. Our conversation was easy and relaxed, besides the sexual tension thick enough to cut with a knife.