My hips bucked off the bed as his tongue trailed along the inside of my thigh. One long lick across my aching core was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
“Nick . . .” I groaned as he devoured me. I sat up and pressed his head between my legs.
“You taste so good,” he whispered against my wet skin. He kissed, licked, and sucked until my legs shook. Once his tongue glided all the way inside me, I was gone. My heels dug into his back as tremors racked my body.
I collapsed back against the headboard as my heart raced. Nick dug his wallet out of his pocket before kicking his pants and boxers off. He ripped the edge off the foil packet and looked to me with one last question in his eyes. I nodded and motioned for him to come closer.
For the first time all night, nerves got the best of me. Not because of second thoughts, but because of the hardness I felt against my stomach as we danced. When Nick dropped his boxers, my instincts were confirmed. Everything about him was proportionate—meaning huge. All these years of non-use I was sure classified me as a born-again virgin.
Nick rolled the condom on and climbed on top of me “We’ll take it slow,” he whispered, sensing my discomfort as he eased his way inside. The initial soreness eased as he inched in and out. The need to be gentle was fleeting as I raised my hips to get him to go deeper. Breathing quickened, and slow turned into frantic. My arms circled his neck as sweat dripped off his brow. All that time fighting it was pointless. Without an inkling of doubt, I was right where I was supposed to be.
“Mine,” he growled as he rocked back and forth inside me. I drew in a quick breath as he picked up the pace.
I nodded, but he shook his head in reply. “Say it, Ella-Jane.” He leaned closer and grazed his bottom lip across mine. I whimpered as my mouth fell open. I grabbed the back of his head, sealing my lips over his in a desperate kiss.
“Yours.” The word came out in a hoarse whisper. He groaned and moved deeper and faster. My legs went rigid as the tremors I'd been fighting off ran through me. Nick’s body stiffened, and his head dropped to my chest.
An unexpected giggle escaped my lips. I scraped my nails along his scalp as he trembled in my arms. His brows pulled together as he looked up.
“Mine,” I whispered as a slow grin spread across my cheeks. He laughed and shook his head.
“Say it, Nicholas Patrick.” My eyebrow arched as he laughed, sitting up to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“Yours, sweetheart. All yours. Like I said, no turning back now.”
I exhaled and ran my thumb across his lips. “No. I’m ready to be happy. And I want to be happy with you.”
“Good.” He beamed as he cuddled me into his chest. “Because if you run now, I’ll tackle you.”
I burst out laughing and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Right back at you.”
MY EYES FLUTTEREDopen and landed on the inked arms of muscle wrapped around me. The last thing I remembered was cuddling into Nick’s chest before I surrendered to a sweet and satisfied slumber. I must've rolled over, and his arms followed me as he spooned into my back. There was a lot of man around tiny little me, but I had to pee too badly to truly appreciate it.
I pressed a kiss to Nick’s forearm before gently moving it enough to attempt an escape. He uttered a strange sound that was part growl, part moan as he wrapped the other arm he had around my waist even tighter.
“Where do you thinkyou'regoing?” he whispered as he tugged me back. Bristles of stubble scraped against my neck as his lips grazed a wet trail down my shoulder. Even though my situation was growing to emergency proportions, I couldn't help but lean back. There wasn’t an inch of my body not well-acquainted with Nick’s talented mouth.
“Bathroom. Is that okay with you?” I giggled as I swiveled my head to kiss his lips. “I'm naked, so I won't run away. Promise.” I turned to stand from the bed when Nick pulled me back. I yelped as he pulled me under him and captured my lips in a fierce kiss.
“I'm not worried about you running. After last night, I figured even walking may be a little tough for you.”
I slapped his shoulder as he snickered at me. The bastard was right. I was soreallover. Muscles I didn't even know I had made me wince with every move I made.
“Come right back.” Nick lay back with his arm resting behind his head, his eyes caressing my body as I rushed to the master bathroom.
After I took care of my emergency, I took a long look at myself in the mirror. I'd never been with anyone else other than Jack. I'd barely even kissed anyone. Did I look different? Other than flushed cheeks and a maybe slightly less pronounced worry line between my brows, not really. I gripped the edge of the sink, awaiting the guilt over what I had done to wash over me. I had sex with a man in the house I had shared with my husband. The bed and furnishings in my room had been thrown out, gutted and changed a year after Jack died. I hadn't done it with the intention of bringing others in; I simply couldn't take getting into the bed I shared with my husband knowing he wasn't coming back.
I felt . . . nothing. Just a twinge of sadness perhaps over finally acknowledging that part of my life was over. I would always miss Jack. But for the entire night, and into the early morning hours, not one thought in my head belonged to him. Nick owned every single one.
I splashed cold water on my face and patted it down with a towel, grimacing at the sting between my legs from moving too quickly. Born-again virgin no more—that belonged to Nick, too.
I sprinted back to the bed and crawled under the covers. Nick pulled me back into his chest and circled his arms around my waist from behind, nestling his head into my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a cuddle whore, Lieutenant.”
Nick’s hands drifted up from my waist and cupped both my breasts. His thumbs rubbed circles around my nipples until they became rigid peaks. “I can’t stop touching you, Ella-Jane. I think I’m hooked.”
I rubbed against the hardness poking my back. “You’re pretty addicting, too.”
