“This is the most honest I’ve been with myself in weeks,” she revealed. Her lips cruised across his jawline, enticing, bringing his blood up to a boil. “What about you, Nick?” She closed her mouth around the lobe of his ear and released it slowly, grazing it with her teeth. “Stay or go?”
Chapter 19
One night. Just give me one night.The silent plea was all she had. Nick had been right. She couldn’t be alone. Not tonight.
She wanted one night with him. One night to forget. One night to discover. One night to silence all the questions she’d been asking herself lately about what could have been if either of them had been brave or foolish enough to cross the line.
She still didn’t know if this was brave or if it was completely and utterly stupid, but in Nick’s arms, she couldn’t think about tomorrow. She was blind to the consequences when every fiber of her being was sayingyes.
He set her on the bed, their positions reversed from the night this had all started, the night he’d been loopy on muscle relaxers and she’d realized that her attraction to him had taken off. Her feelings for him had always been larger than life. Yet that night, she’d seen him through new eyes.
He looked down at her now with heat stirring in his gaze. Her thighs quaked as he reached for the snap of his jeans.
She quickly mirrored the motion, in a hurry to know him in all the ways she didn’t already. Wriggling out of the loose-legged coffee-hued trousers, she kicked them over the edge of the bed.
His stare went to the vee between her legs, covered only by the lacy swath of her black panties. No sooner had his jeans hit the floor and he’d wrestled his shirt over his head than he gripped her underneath her knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
She wanted the silk shell she’d worn underneath her blazer gone. It rode halfway up her belly, but he went down on one knee. Then two, draping one of her legs over each of his shoulders. She gripped the quilt squares. “Oh, God, Nick.”
The tip of his nose brushed the seam of her through the thin panties. She arched toward him, desire a furnace at her core. He breathed on her and she nearly came out of her skin.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he groaned, need a fervent bar across his brow. “How you’d look… How you’d sound… How you’d taste…”
She dropped her head back to the bed as he spread kisses over the insides of her thighs. He could find out if he’d just…
His lips closed over her, the dampness of his mouth easily penetrating the lace and lighting her up. As he suckled, she arched up to meet him. Every pulse of his tongue, she answered until his hands cupped the underside of her hips in support. The barrier of lace drove her to madness. Impatient, her fingertips sank beneath the waistband to bring herself further up to climax.
He made a noise of dissent, pulling her hand free, replacing it with his own.
As soon as his touch lit across her clit, he set her on a collision course with climax. He groaned against the lace, the noise vibrating across the bundle of nerves his fingers worked with precision, and she was helpless in the face of free fall. She dug her heels into his shoulder blades and screamed in abandonment.
By the time she came down, he was braced on hands and knees above her. His chest rose and fell in quick succession, as if he’d run a marathon. She saw the flush of color on both sides of his neck and reached up to trace it as she rasped, “I’ve…never come that fast before.”
His dark eyes glimmered with excitement. “Get used to it.” Then he kissed her, going down on his elbows to give her mouth the same amount of devotion. She lost herself in the kiss, in his hands as they crept beneath the silk shell to coax the skin of her ribs, her breasts. He circled her nipples. Her hips arrowed up to meet his. She felt him, ready and hard—so hard, her desire sharpened. “Undress me,” she demanded.
“Not yet,” he groaned into her mouth, as lost in the kiss as she was.
She ran her nails up his ribs then down, thrilled when gooseflesh pebbled under her roaming touch. “I want to know you.”
He sipped at her lower lip like he was sampling a dessert wine and he couldn’t part with just one taste. “You know me,” he replied. “Better than anyone.”
Would he make her spell it out? “I’ve dreamed of this, too. How you would feel. Howwe’dfeel together.”
He seemed to lose his breath, touching his brow to her temple. “Sassy,” he breathed.
“Let me feel you,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around his waist. She touched her heels to the base of his firm buttocks and spread her knees, bringing her core up to meet him. “Please, Nick.”
He cursed.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said, bracing himself on his elbows once more. “I don’t… I didn’t plan this, and I just realized I don’t have protection.”
She nearly wept. “Neither do I.”
“God dammit,” he groaned into her hair.
Her thoughts exactly. And yet… “I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen.”
