“Is that all?” he repeated. “Is that the only reason you’re shaking?”
His blue eyes darkened as he looked up at me. I swallowed and shook my head.
“Good,” he said. The word was smooth and sensual this time, with no trace of anger.
He moved the scrap of lace aside and gave me what I was waiting for. Soft, luscious strokes of his tongue. I cried out, and my legs gave in. He pulled me into him as I sank so we were kneeling against each other, our bodies pressed together. My bra was still half on, and he fumbled behind me to release it. I pushed it off and wrapped my hands around his neck. His fingers settled around my rib cage, stroking, while he watched me.
If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he looked calm. But I did know. This wasn’t calm. His shoulder muscles tensed and twitched with unused energy. But he held back, reading me, waiting for me to respond, deciding how much of himself to give.
I slid my hands up into his hair and grabbed on. I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing, nipping, provoking until he let go. He enclosed my body with one arm and slipped the other hand to the base of my neck. He deepened the kiss, holding my body as his came down over mine. I tilted my hips into his, searching for more pleasure, as his erection throbbed and pressed hard against me. He was going to have me on the Ritz Carlton carpet, and at that moment I didn’t care.
But as my head brushed the floor, he broke off and buried his face in my neck. His breath came in short, rough pants in my ear, echoing my own.
“The bed, Caroline,” he groaned. “Fuck. Let’s get on the bed.”
I nodded against him. He pulled me back up to my knees and then to my feet.
“I can’t even make it to the bed with you,” he whispered in my ear. “You make me so hard.Jävla.Right now I can’t think about anything else besides the way you smell, your soft skin, the feeling that comes when I’m finally inside you.”
He walked me over to the bed in small, slow steps, our bodies still pressed together, urging me backward until I hit the mattress. Niklas pulled the covers off and lifted me onto the silky, white sheets. He parted my legs with his knee and climbed over me, resting on his arms above me.
His biceps flexed as he lowered himself over me, triggering memories of other nights, his body in a sheen of sweat on top of mine as he pushed deeper, longer, harder. A quiet moan escaped from my mouth. Niklas smiled darkly.
“I’m barely touching you.”
“I know how good this will be.”
“Me, too.”
He stroked his rock-hard erection against me, and I arched into him, struggling to get closer. Finally, he gave in, sinking into me with one, satisfying thrust. I gripped the muscles of his sides, and a moan of relief escaped from my mouth.Finally.
Niklas stilled and shut his eyes, his breaths coming faster, harder, filling the silence of the hotel room. I closed my eyes, too, letting his sounds, his scent, his touch take over my senses. This was what mattered: the two of us, joined together.
“Nothing else on this earth comes close to this feeling, Caroline,” he whispered.
Then he took a long, ragged breath and began to move.
