He turned her around to face him. “What exactly are you asking for?”
He brought her left hand wearing the diamond ring to his lips and kissed it.
Biting down onto her lip, Emily whispered, “You.”
“Baby, you know who I am. Be more specific.”
Her eyes snapped to his. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Where?”
She touched her lips. “Here.” A second of consideration glossed over her eyes and she corrected herself. “Everywhere.”
“Now that’s my type of answer.”
Nicolas wrapped his arm around her and lifted her up off the floor. She released a high-pitched sound as he held her to him. He made long strides to the bedroom. Her brows lifted at the arrangement of rose petals in the center of the bed which made the shape of a heart. After he lay her downamidstthem, she propped herself on her elbows as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, holding her gaze the entire time.
She swallowed as the material slipped off his shoulders and exposed his perfect body. Something about this man undressing brought her to her knees.
He climbed on top of her. His eyes scanned her from head to toe before they came right back up. “Do you trust me?”
Emily’s nerves were a wreck at the question.
All this time she’d imagined what this situation would be like when it happened. She’d even frequently pushed for it, intentionally getting on his nerves. But now that it had become a reality, her hands were clammy and her heart rate spiked.
Nicolas covered her hand resting on the bed with his and gave it a light squeeze.
Instantly, all her concerns melted away.
This man was gazing at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.
With the person she loved looking at her like this, what was there to fear?
“I do.” She nodded. “I trust you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, baby. Now lie back and let me make you feel good.”
44
Emily had followed his instructions, her eyes blown the entire time.
Nicolas had begun devouring her, making it hard for her to restrain herself when he pulled her flush against his mouth. It was like he was encouraging her to do anything she wanted. To take advantage of him in such a vulnerable position.
Back arching, she found herself unable to keep her eyes open. Her hands gripped the headboard, soft cries of his name leaving her lips in an endless plea. “Nico…that’s so…mmm.”
He smirked against her, the tip of his tongue finding her bundle of nerves and applying pressure.
Emily panted hard, risking a glance down at him.
She wished she hadn’t.
Nicolas was sporting the most devilish grin, almost as if he was enjoying this more than she was. His tongue made an exaggerated swipe of her, long and slow, as he gazed into her eyes.
Her mouth fell open, eyes closing.
Her thighs quivered.
She was completely breathless by the time she reached her high. His hands clamped down on her legs, holding her in place. Her release was extended by the wet kisses he gave her, sloppy and slow.
