She bit down onto her lip, longer than he liked. So drawn out that he felt a guttural noise building in the back of his throat.
“Yes. I liked it.”
Eyes locked. Breaths mixed. And it was like a taut string finally snapped between them.
Fuck it.
His hand traveled up and tugged at her hair. She gasped, and like the madman he was, Nicolas took advantage of it, his mouth covering hers.
With a tremor that ran throughout her entire body, Emily reacted instantly, her lips moving against his.
She tasted sweet, so fucking sweet. Like cotton candy and all things unimaginably great. And addictive. He couldn’t get enough.
It was as if she knew. Knew that this was something he’d envisioned happening between the two of them before. That him falling—finally—for the temptation was something he couldn’t be faulted for…for he’d tried.
And failed.
Nicolas swiped his tongue inside, making her moan. She followed along, moving her own against his. Dancing, swirling. He grunted into her mouth, surprised by how good of a kisser she was. It made him want more.
Pulling away, Nicolas peppered kisses to the underside of her jaw and her neck. “You’re making me crazy.”
Emily let out the most captivating sounds.
He wished he’d never forget them.
Never, a part of him growled internally.
Backing her against the bathroom sink, he returned to her mouth, loving the way she melted into him. His hand slid into her hair, and hers mirrored his, grasping at the strands atop his head.
“I’m going to look,” he warned her before going down.
That seemed to break whatever spell they were under as she pushed at his chest, just enough for him to look at her face and nowhere else.
Her chest was heaving as much as he could tell. Flushes of scarlet deep-kissed her skin from the neck up. She looked absolutely maddening.
But he knew when to stop.
“Do you not want to continue?”
“No, I…” He turned and grabbed her towel from the ground, attempting to give it to her. “No!”
He paused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” she yelled, suddenly anxious. “I mean…I don’t want to stop.” A shaky breath escaped her. “I just want to tell you I…I don’t think I can go all the way.”
He smiled softly and placed the towel beside them. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Her brows raised.
“I’m being honest.”
“Why not?”
If he didn’t know any better, she looked offended. His lips pressed tight together to suppress his grin.
What a confusing woman she was.
His hand dusted across her cheeks, his eyes tracking her every reaction to the act. The way her lips trembled and gaze heated. “Because I’m already so fucking lucky that you’re letting me touch you like this. When I came here to check on you, never in a million years did I expect it to lead to this. It’s testing my limits and I know maybe yours as well.”
