“Beautiful,” he breathes, placing soft kisses on my neck, my collarbone, while the hand at my back pulls me even tighter against him, so I can feel what this is doing to him, whatIam doing to him.
Heat coils low in my belly as I feel his hardness pressing against me, and when his lips continue their path and his hand slides beneath my breasts, I feel like I’m melting.
A whimper escapes me when his thumb brushes my nipple, and I squirm restlessly on his lap, which makes him laugh quietly.
“So impatient? Tsk tsk,” he teases, leaning forward and closing his mouth around my nipple. He sucks and nibbles, and I shatter. Butterflies explode in my stomach, my center pulses and throbs with such aching need that I can’t hold back a moan.
“Nicolas… please… I… oh God,” I breathe as he moves to tease the other side.
More, I want more, damn it.
“Mmm, so good. So beautiful,” he murmurs against my nipple, giving it another gentle nip. He torments me deliberately, letting his hands glide down my waist, skimming over my hips, returning to my thighs, his thumbs pausing just before reaching where I need him most.
A growl escapes me, and he chuckles again, his chest vibrating against mine.
“What? What do you want, Amelia of Harlington? Tell me.” His voice is thick with desire, his eyes burning as he lifts his head and looks at me.
God, the way he says my name,hisname, makes my body tremble.
And in this moment, I don’t want to hold anything back. I want to live, I want to feel.
My hands slide into his hair, I pull him to me, bite his lower lip gently, trace it with my tongue, and he growls, deep and real, fueling the heat that’s already burning inside me.
“You. I want you,” I whisper, and kiss him, feeling his self-control snap.
Before I can blink, I’m on my back and he’s torn off his clothes.
Good God, he’s beautiful. He’s looks like a god, and I feel the urge to press my legs together out of sheer need, but he’s faster and within seconds, my panties are gone.
Utterly entranced, he runs his fingers along my center, lets one glide through my wetness, making me moan loudly. I arch into his touch and finally, finally, he gives in to my begging.
He pulls me to the edge of the bed, kneels before me, and looks up at me with gleaming eyes. My chest rises and falls rapidly, I feel like I’m about to combust if he doesn’t do something soon to satisfy this hunger.
Nicolas slides his fingers through my slickness again, and then his mouth is on me. He licks, nibbles, bites, and I melt. I shatter, fly and fall all at once. When he adds two fingers, moving inside me slow and deep, my back arches and I cry out his name, gripping the sheets beneath me.
“Come for me, Goldilocks, come on,” he urges, and I obey his command. My body obeys and the orgasm crashes through me so hard I lose all sense of direction for a moment.
Oh God.
But Nicolas doesn’t give me time to recover. No, his body slides up along mine and, my God, when I feel his warm, firm skin against mine, when my hands run along the muscles of his back, desire flares anew.
I wrap my legs around his hips, as he thrusts deep inside me, his moan sending shivers through my whole body. He fills me completely, and when he starts moving again, slow but firm thrusts, I feel myself soaring all over again. My fingers dig into his back, I lift my hips, and he slides a hand underneath to push even deeper into me.
“Fuck, you’re really going to be the death of me,” he rasps in my ear, biting it softly before crushing his lips back to mine. Itaste myself on his mouth, and it turns me on even more. I want more. Even more.
Nicolas makes me feel alive; it’s like feeling a high. Feeling him inside me sends my endorphins spinning, and I slide my hand to his tight ass, pulling him closer, and he gives me everything I need. His rhythm quickens, his thrusts grow harder, and I meet every one of them. His breath at my ear, ragged and hot, only drives me faster.
“Mine. You’re mine,” he growls, low and dark, as he sends me over the edge again and follows moments later. He collapses heavily onto me, his rapid, strong heartbeat pressing against me, and I feel just the same.
I close my eyes, as we both need a moment to catch our breath.
He props himself up on his elbows and I watch the play of muscles in his arms and chest, mesmerized, and he notices.
“Like what you see?” he asks, lips twitching as my eyes dart to his face, feeling caught. I feel my cheeks flush, but Nicolas surprises me, brushing his nose along mine and pressing a tender kiss to the corners of my mouth.
Help. I can handle the arrogant version of him, but this version, sweet and gentle, dear Mother of God, is dangerous.
My stomach flutters wildly and I know I’m in trouble. But I like having him near me too much to care.
