Where their lips met, it was an explosion in his body. Something detonated, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to shake. He clutched her close, and Elise's hands pressed against his chest. He waited for her to push him away.
That would be the smart move, the sane move.
Instead, her fingers dug in deep. If she had claws, she would have marked him up.
God, he would have loved that.
But after a moment, Elise tore herself away. They were both breathing hard, and she was staring at him so intensely that if she had been a shifter, her eyes would have been glowing. His probably were. Hehopedthey were. Even if it was insane and the last thing he should do, he wanted her to know all parts of himself.
"Have you lost your mind?" she demanded, but it came out husky.
There was only one answer to give. "Yes."
If it was a warning, it failed.
They were kissing again, and he didn't know if he started it or she did. Maybe it was both of them. At last, her leg went up to hitch around his hip, and he picked her up the rest of the way, swallowing down her moans against his lips. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, and it was nothing to support her.
He moved blindly, but this was his room. He didn't need to see as he laid her down gently in the center of his bed, right where the blanket and pillow DMZ had once stood.
He got lost in kissing her, letting his hands find all those sweet spots that made her gasp and twitch. Her own fingers trailed over his arms and his chest, and if he had been willing to break away for even a second, he would have torn off his shirt so she could play with his naked skin.
He groaned. Yes,naked. That's what they needed.
But there was just enough sanity left in him to keep his hands disciplined and keep from pulling or tugging at anything she was wearing. He was drowning in the scent of her, the feel of her. It was all around him, even stronger now with her arousal building, and he was rock hard.
Elise squirmed under him, and it took him a second to realize she was trying to push down her own pants. Her fingers fumbled with the fabricand exposed an inch of tender skin.
Oh fuck.
He could resist his own temptations, buther?
He wasn't a saint.
"Are you sure?" he forced himself to ask.
Elise's expression was arousal and frustration and something that almost looked like guilt. She couldn't be making her desires more clear. "I'm sure right now," she said.
And if he had been a better man, he might have taken the warning. They both knew this was insane. But he was thinking the exact same thing.
This was their only shot.
He pulled her pants down and took a moment to admire her. She was gorgeous lying in his bed, legs spread, and all his.
If he could have this forever—but no. All they could do was steal this one moment, and if that was all that they were ever going to have, he was going to make this good for her.
He pushed her shirt up a little bit—his shirt, the one he was forcing her to borrow, the one that was covering her in his scent day and night—and exposed the bottom of her stomach. He peppered kisses all over the soft skin and trailed down to where he found her center, hot and wet and ready.
Elise hitched a leg over his shoulder, and Nico feasted. She dug her fingers into his hair and tugged on him, using him exactly how she wanted.
And fuck, he loved being used.
Fingers, tongue, lips, everything. He listened for her moans and drowned in the taste of her. All while her hips bucked, almost hard enough to tear away from him, but she wasn't trying to escape. She just wanted more and more andmore, and he gave it to her.
This was what he was made to do.
Her gasps grew shorter until she was panting out his name, her hips humping against his face until she clutched his hair almost hard enough to make it really hurt as she came.
Nico pulled away gently, kissing a line of kisses up her body until he made it all the way up to her face. He hesitated for a moment, but she pulled him down, and then they were kissing each other. And she clutched him close.
