“Oh,” was all she could say as she started to ease him off. He gripped her by the shoulders and gently pushed her back down onto him.
Her eyes flew up in surprise at the pressure she sat on.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His eyes studied her face, and realization hit him. “Oh…Godno, Em, I didn’t mean it like that,” he corrected. “I just thought it’d be best to go slow this time.” His words were hasty, but she caught every word.
“Slow?”
“Well, my definition of it.”
“Mind telling me what that includes?”
They’d annihilated the no intimacy rule for a while now,so what’s the point ofslow? It felt like he was tugging her back and forth.
Stupid eighteenth-century dance,part of her hissed the reminder.
Nicolas smiled at her eagerness, confirming her suspicions, again, that he thrived off her wanting him. His hand dusted the area between her collarbones. “Many things. I’ll make sure you enjoy them though.”
She squirmed.
“I like your skirt,” he started, his voice low. “It’s hot. Shows off your great legs.”
His hand moved and traced the skin at her exposed thighs.
“Other than that time in the bathroom, have you ever had an orgasm before, Emily?”
The invasive question knocked the air out of her lungs. It didn’t help that his fingers started circular patterns on her skin.
He looked at her intently, waiting for an answer.
“Yes,” she breathed, the redness in her cheeks making a long-awaited appearance. “But never like that.”
”You mean by nipple play?”
“Is that what it’s called?”
His fingers trailed along her cheeks. “Yes, that’s what it’s called.”
She’d half-expected him to look taken aback by her not knowing the term, but he didn’t. He was simply Nicolas, focusing on her feelings instead of invalidating them.
“So, you’ve never come that way, huh?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Now I’m even more curious,” he said, sounding like he was talking more to himself.
She opened her mouth but he was already on the move.He drew closer to her lips. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you?”
Emily’s breath hitched. “I think I have an idea.”
He shook his head as if the mere naivety of what she’d said did him in. “I don’t think you do.” He gripped her chin. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”
The muscles inside the deepest part of her clenched. A pain so sweet and sharp.
Leaning down, he claimed her neck. He nipped and sucked at the spot. His lips were demanding against her skin. In between, he unbuttoned her shirt. Featherlight kisses sprawled across her jaw, her chin, and the corners of her mouth. Slowly, he peeled her shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
He stood back, gazing at her. Her rose pink lacy perfect-fit bra stole his attention.
