His. Fucking. Dream.
“That’s it. You’re almost there.”
Emily shook as her orgasm rippled through her. She looked starstruck, her mouth hanging open and eyes sparkling with the most forgone expression.
“Oh, I’m—ugh,” she moaned softly, dreamily. It was right then their gazes locked again and she jerked once more before her body went totally slack.
He released her nipple, kissing atop her boob with tenderness. “Good girl.”
She shivered.
His thumb wiped away a tear that escaped the corner of her eye before reaching for her towel beside them.
After catching her breath, she took it from him and wrapped it around herself.
He eyed her completely now. “How are you feeling?”
She bit into her bottom lip. “Great. I’m feeling great.” Her eyes knowingly found his bulge down below. “Do you want me to…”
“I can take care of myself.”
He didn’t want to push her, plus his brain had enough material to work with to last a decade. Fuck him for thinking his imagination could ever come close to what he’d just experienced. He’d gotten it all wrong. She’d been more…so much more than he’d bargained for.
Nicolas was starting to believe it now: Emily really might be the death of him.
27
It had been difficult for Emily to go to bed, much less get up the next morning. All that consumed her mind was her and Nicolas’s bathroom episode.
It hadn’t been the first time she’d been physical with a man, but it scared her how much further she wanted to go. She’d told him the opposite, but her brain cursed her for not having him take her against the freaking sink.
It felt more natural than it should have, wanting him to.
Despite being a virgin, she’d thought she’d known enough, but oh god, what he did yesterday absolutely blew her mind. She’d never had a man…devourher breasts like he had. He’d treated them like they were his last meal on earth. He’d caressed, teased and worshiped them…even with his tongue. They’d been deliciously sore after.
Her face had burned bright red after she’d left him alone in the bathroom. She’d felt bad and wanted to return the favor, but he’d insisted he was fine. Maybe she should have pushed further. Then again, Jake was never satisfied with anything she did in that department.
Why are we even thinking about Jake again?
Her inner voice had a point. He should be the last person dragged into this conversation. And yet, the fact that he’d never touched her like that made her wonder what else she might have been missing out on.
After Jake’s infidelity, she’d sworn that in her next relationship she’d be more open—willing to try new things, willing to grow from the old ones.
She just hadn’t expected that doing it with Nicolas would pull her in so deeply.
He’d called her strong for simply battling with her PTSD (something no one had ever done before), and he’d been so caring that she couldn’t help the warmth that spread in her chest. The way she’d melted under his masculine touch, the way she’d returned his earth-shattering kiss—there wasno wayshe could refuse him when he looked at her with those puppy-dog eyes, asking for permission to touch her.
But had she known doing all that would lead to these withdrawals, she would have thought twice about it.
Are you sure about that?
Of course, she wasn’t sure!
Having him touch her was the most invigorating feeling in a long time.
Just thinking about it had the blood rushing through her veins.
And like someone with a new fix, she wanted more.
