You ever come so hard you weren’t sure you had any bones left in your thoroughly melted body?
No. Not once. But when he asked the question that way, she’d ached to feel it.
His fingers tightened in her hair. His lips crushed hers. He possessed her. She couldn’t move a muscle beneath Nick without him sensing her every nuance and positioning her so he could open her wider, take more, coax her completely.
Her heartbeat filled her head. Even lying flat, a dizzy thrill she’d never experienced utterly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t speak a word, catch a single breath, process a whole thought. God, it was wonderful.
His musky scent filled her nose, expanded into her head, crowded out reason. And she didn’t care. Pleasure had her floating yet anchored to him. His kiss melted her like chocolate, addicted her like drugs.
Sasha lifted to him, closer, now whimpering not in surprise but entreaty as her blood sizzled under her skin and scorched through her veins.
When he eased back, she panicked, clawed at his shoulders. That couldn’t be it. She wasn’t ready to give up these sensations, didn’t want to let him go.
Desperate, she felt her way up the strong column of his neck, squeezing, panting, aching. “Nick…”
She didn’t even know what she was asking for. Harder. Sweeter. Faster. Deeper. Softer. Wilder. More of him and everything his dirty, rough, pointed questions had insinuated he could give her.
He didn’t answer, just slanted her another dominant stare that vowed untold pleasure. His breath heaved in and out of his wide chest as he yanked loose the next three buttons of her eyelet lace nightie.
“Baby, one taste…I knew it would never be enough. Give me more. I want those pretty nipples.”
She’d barely comprehended Nick’s words when his fingers slid under the fabric—right toward her peaked tip. Everything in her body tensed in expectation. He was going to touch the bare flesh only Mike ever had. He was going to make her mindless with need.
He cupped a blistering palm around her breast, his thumb dragging a fiery path across her stiff peak. She dragged in a stuttered, shocked breath, her stare fixed on him. His touch felt suffused with a magic she didn’t understand. If it was an illusion, she didn’t want to know the trick, just experience his sleight-of-hand over and over.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips, then dipped in for another taste as if he couldn’t stay away. “Every time I look at you, I want to touch you. Now that I have my hands on you, I don’t know how I’ll stop.”
Right now, she didn’t care if he ever did.
Sasha arched into his hand. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of sensation zipped between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, aching for something she suspected only Nick could give her.
He undid another button at the front of her gown and dragged it off one shoulder, exposing her left breast. He folded the oversized garment down to expose the other. Her peaks beaded up even more, and she couldn’t strictly blame the chill.
Could he see? Did he know how much her body yearned for him right now?
With a guttural moan, he cradled her right breast in his hand and dipped his head. He wasn’t going to merely kiss her; he intended to put her nipple in his mouth.
Her heart pounded against her ribs as his lips closed around her engorged nub. Another shock of pleasure zapped her. She rose to him, wrapping her seeking hands around his head and dragging him closer. She didn’t dare speak. Heck, she barely dared to breathe.
Then his tongue… Oh, my. Yes, he flicked her nipple with that wickedly soft blade. Tingles scattered, swirled, gathered, and pooled right between her legs, adding to the gnawing ache throbbing there in a way Sasha had never really experienced.
She and Mike had loved each other, and their sex had reflected their sweet, comforting relationship. The way Nick Navarro touched her was raw, dirty, urgent…compelling.
Restlessly, his tongue wandered over her flesh again, licking his way up the valley between her breasts, nipping at her neck before he stole his way into her mouth, then drifted back down to lave her left nipple and drown her in more mind-numbing bliss.
Sasha couldn’t be still. Her legs moved restlessly beneath the covers, her hips lifting involuntarily, silently pleading for something she was afraid to name. Her fingertips glided over his massive shoulders, the power evident under his suede-soft skin potent. She followed her touch with soft kisses, spreading them across his hard shoulder and bulging biceps. He lifted his head and devoured her mouth again like he might starve to death if she didn’t feed him her passion.
Then his hand skated between her cleavage, scored down her abdomen…then disappeared under the elastic of her panties.
The instant his fingers pried her folds apart and made contact with the most sensitive button on her body, she cried out, gripped him tight, and nearly fell apart.
“Jesus, you’re wet.” He panted every word, sending his harsh breath skittering over her skin.
She was. She could feel her moisture coating his exploring fingers. He glided his way down soft, sensitive skin before sinking a pair of fingers deep inside her and settling his thumb over her nubbin with soft, unrelenting strokes.
Sasha dug her nails into his arm. “Oh!”
“That’s your clit, baby. I want to get so up-close and personal with it. Touch it.” He circled the bundle of nerve endings with teasing slips of his fingers that had her spreading her legs, writhing for more, and feeling the blood flush her body with more desire. “Taste it. Make you plead. Make you scream. Make you come.”
