Then she found out what made him pounce as she found herself on her back with a strong, sexy man on top of her. His hazel eyes were full of fire as he stared down at her. “You know how to drive me crazy.”
She smiled. “Do I?”
“You know it.”
“Whatever will you do about it?”
He brushed the hair back from her face as he continued to gaze down at her. “You’re so tired. You need to sleep.”
“I did sleep. Now I need you.”
“Are you sure?”
She lifted her hips to press against him, and he groaned. “Any remaining questions?”
“None.” He moved quickly to get rid of his briefs and her panties and was inside her in a matter of seconds.
“Oof,” she said, smiling. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“Thank you,” he said as he picked up the pace. “I will, and just remember that you started this.”
Sam closed her eyes and held on tight to the love of her life as he took them on a wild ride that was just what she needed to wipe clean the horrors of the last few days.
Then he stopped.
Her eyes flew open to find him grinning as he withdrew from her and kissed a scorching path from her lips to her breasts, biting her nipple through her T-shirt. He pushed up the shirt to get to her and impatiently tugged it over her head.
Sam moaned when she realized he’d decided to pay her back for torturing him. She yawned dramatically. “Can we move things along so I can get back to sleep?”
“Uh-huh.”
Rather than speed things up, though, he slowed down even more, giving each nipple a thorough treatment that had her squirming under him and about to beg for relief. “Nick…”
“Yes, dear?”
“Come on.”
“Where’re we going?”
“Ugh. You’re so mean.”
“How am I mean? I’m making sweet love to my sexy wife. And I believe in doing things right or not doing them at all.” This was said as he nibbled on her hip bone, which she hadn’t known was sensitive until he showed her. Once he found out that it made her crazy, he made sure to do it as often as he possibly could. When he was in this kind of mood, she’d learned that no amount of pleading would cause him to hurry things along.
So she closed her eyes again and floated in a sea of love and contentment, even if every nerve ending in her body was attuned to him and bracing for release. Here in his arms, there were no murders to contend with or scary shit to process or anything other than peace and love and the kind of desire that made a girl delirious.
With her legs on his shoulders, he set out to drive her mad with slow, easy, sensuous strokes of his tongue. Somehow, he managed to avoid the spot that burned for his attention while he drove her even crazier than she already was. Grasping handfuls of his hair, she tried to direct him, but he only chuckled, refusing to be led.
“Relax,” he said. “We’ll get there. All in good time.”
She wanted to scream, but that might spark a response from the Secret Service, so she bit her lip and tried to find her nonexistent patience.
He peppered kisses on her belly, her inner thighs, the back of her knee and then back up while Sam tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure that had her so hot, she worried she might implode before the big finish.
When he returned to her core, he went right for the gusto, sucking her clit and sending her into orbit in a matter of seconds. Her slow return to reality was interrupted by a deep thrust that immediately had her full attention. She clung to him, holding on as he chased his own release. Right when she thought he was there, he reached between them to coax another from her.
Holy moly.
Afterward, she was completely spent. Every muscle had turned to jelly as she vibrated with the aftershocks of explosive desire. “You’re wicked good at that, my friend.”
