“Fuck,” he growled. “I want you all the time. You’re making me so hard.”
He wasn’t exaggerating. I reached down and ran my hand over his stiff erection, and he let out a hiss. He tugged at my shirt, lifting it off, exposing the see-through lace of my white bra. He pushed the straps down, and his rough hands teased at my bare skin.
I closed my eyes, lost in the feel of the scrape of his fingertips against my nipples, but the pulse of his erection brought my back. Niklas was a physical man, and he brought out a side of me that I had just begun to explore.
I knelt down in front of him, my mouth close to the straining bulge in his jeans. I ran my hands up his thighs until I reached his hips. Moving my hands along the waist of his jeans, I came to his button. My hands trembled as I looked up at Niklas, staring down at me with brimming hunger.
I swallowed. He fulfilled fantasies I didn’t even know I had, that I didn’t even want to admit to myself. Like this. This position, his hulking body, the way he looked down at me as if I were the only woman in the world he wanted. God, he turned me on.
He tangled his hands in my hair and let out a groan as I eased down his zipper and kissed what lay underneath the fabric of his boxers. Or perhaps lay wasn’t the right word.
“Jesus,” he groaned again as I eased down his jeans and briefs. He tipped my head up again so he could meet my eyes. His voice was raw and strained. “I’m gonna come as soon as I feel your lips on my cock.”
His words sent a rush of pleasure through me. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, and his broad chest rose and fell in a long, deep breath.
“I’ve got to sit down,” he said, easing his body onto the bed, his hands clenching his thighs.
I met his eyes again. “Was this part of your fantasy back in San Francisco?”
“Better. Much better.”
His muscles tensed as I cupped him in my hands. When I took him in my mouth, his hands clenched in my hair again and he let out a low growl.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, pulling my hair off my face so he could watch.
After that, it didn’t take long. His gasps and groans and sounds of unfiltered pleasure filled the room. He shook, and every muscle in his body flexed in his release. He bent over, cradling me in his arms, chest heaving.
“Caroline,” he whispered, stroking my hair.
His breathing slowed, and he tugged on my hand.
“Lie down with me,” he said, pulling me back onto the bed with him. “Just for a few minutes.”
I lay across his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart as I gazed out at the quiet shore through the glass doors. From this position the lake looked as though it was our own. And if I opened the door, we might even be able to hear the water.
I got onto my knees and started to climb over Niklas’s gorgeous body.
He tipped his head up, brow furrowed. “Where are you going?”
“Just opening the doors,” I said.
His eyes darkened, and he shook his head.
“We’re not anywhere near done,” he said. “And I don’t want the neighbors listening.”
I waved him off and continued climbing over him, but he caught my foot. I looked back and saw the spark in his eyes.
“And you have way too many clothes on,” he said, smiling.
“Niklas, let go,” I said, batting at his hand.
He didn’t let go, and his smile darkened.
“You’re not in a good position to negotiate.”
I squirmed again, but he grabbed my leg higher and held me down. My eyes widened. What exactly did he have in mind? My face flushed as I pictured the scene from just a few minutes before. Niklas raised an eyebrow, as if he could read my train of thoughts.
“Hmm… what do I want to make you do?” he growled, clearly enjoying this opportunity to exercise his physical advantage.
