Nikolett leaned in brushing her lips against his, but when he tried to properly kiss her, she pulled back, whispering, “I want you to make the world disappear.”
Eric’s lips traced along her cheek to her ear. “From this moment on, you’re mine. Body and soul.”
If she’d been sane, that might have scared her. But she was just as mad as he was and so she shivered and moaned just a little, before whispering, “And you’re mine.”
“Yes.” He inhaled, breathing in the scent of her, the scent he’d recognized when they first put him on his knees before her.
“Nikki, if you’re really ready for this…”
“I am.”
He pulled back, catching her gaze.
“Unchain me.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nikolett was nervous.
A thousand times, she’d imagined what it would be like if she and Eric ever reached this point, and in those imaginings she’d been angry, excited, reckless, aroused to the point of insanity...
Those she imagined. Never nervous.
Nikolett’s fingers trembled as she reached into the top of her bra and pulled out the handcuff key.
Eric watched the movement with a predatory expression.
She tucked the hand not holding the key under her leg to hide the trembling.
This wouldn’t be the first time he touched her. Theyhadn’thad sex only if the most restrictive, heteronormative definition of sex was used.
She shifted, preparing to rise and go around behind him, but Eric leaned in, trapping her in the chair. The outside edges of her thighs dug into the upright supports of the arms as he forced her legs apart with his body.
“If you want the cuffs off—” she started.
“Reach around me.”
Nikolett tried. She leaned in, her chin hooked over his shoulder, arms straining to reach around him. The heat of his body, even though he was half naked, felt wonderful. The bulk of him reassuring. It wouldn’t have been possible for her to unlock him like this even if he wasn’t huge.
Eric’s tongue traced a line along the top of her shoulder, up her neck, and all the way to her earlobe. The warm, wet path of his tongue was chased by the rasp of stubble. Soft followed by rough.
He licked the skin under her ear and blew on it. Sensation rippled through her and she became acutely aware of every inch of her body even as she scrunched her shoulder, instinctively protecting the sensitive skin. He tongued her earlobe, then bit, just hard enough to make her gasp. A punishment for trying to keep him from accessing the tender skin of her neck.
Focused on his touch and overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings, she dropped the damn key.
“You’re distracting me.” She leaned back, but he followed her, his prickly chin and lips sliding down the front of her neck. This time, rough came first, his lips soothing abraded skin.
Then he buried his face in her cleavage, taking a deep breath.
On his knees, head bowed into her, the swelling need pivoted to something softer. The night he’d come to her in Dublin, he’d dropped to his knees before her, a man exhausted and in need of comfort.
Nikolett ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying a sense of rightness that it was his head under her hand.
This moment could shift, could become soft and tender.
But if Eric didn’t fuck her in the next fifteen minutes, she was going to lose her fucking mind.
Nikolett fisted her hands in Eric’s hair and yanked.
