“Probably,” she admitted.
His mouth curled, wry and almost sad. He trailed his fingers across her stomach, making her writhe. When he reached the border of her thong, he slid a finger over the silky fabric, pulling a whimper from her throat.
His thumb grazed the heated spot that cried out for his touch. A gasp raced up her throat. His finger settled there and teased her, back and forth, so slowly that she slammed her fist against the glove box.
“Faster,” she commanded.
Nick laughed, dark and sultry. “This is different. Last time, you were shy.”
She gritted out a pleading moan. “Please?”
He didn’t go faster. “I told you I wanted to savor you. Especially if this is the last—”
She growled, and he wisely dispensed with the rest of that sentence. “Just be with me,” she said.
“Okay,” he murmured. “Okay.”
He redoubled his efforts, and she bucked her hips, forcing more friction from the mind-altering back-and-forth of his thumb. He rewarded her by upping his pace, just enough to heat her muscles and start her body on a slow spiral inward. She anchored both hands to the door handle overhead, needing something to hang on to while her sides trembled.
Without warning, Nick slid down her underwear and replanted his finger against her bare flesh. She swallowed a thick cry, drinking up the heat he poured into her through that onespot. Her eyelids tried to find her cheeks, but she fought to hang on to the sight of him through a slit of fringed lashes. His breath came hard and fast, the muscles of his stomach contracting as his touch sped up.
God, this was torture. The sweetest, most exquisite torture she’d ever endured. Even if he made her come this way, which would happen very soon, she wouldn’t stop yearning until she had him inside her.
“Please,” she whimpered.
His teeth flashed in the snow-laden darkness—a smile or a threat, who knew. His thumb continued its mission while his other hand roved up and slid her bra aside. He rolled her nipple through his fingers, doubling the electricity coursing into her.
She bit down on a cry and pulled on the door handle so hard her back arched. Black heat piled at the corners of her vision, a gathering wave.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, throaty.
His hands withdrew. She almost shrieked her frustration, but he whisked her thong off, unhooked her bra and tossed that aside, too, then grabbed the backs of her knees and splayed her wide.
One of her feet ended up draped over the seatback, the other over the dash. The windshield was an icy scorch against her toes, but she forgot it the instant Nick bent and replaced his finger with his tongue.
Her back bowed as her eyes slammed closed. Holy shit. He lapped at her, insistent.
She had no control. She was a pliant, trembling ache. He worked her, relentless, until she coiled so tight that she had nowhere left to go but inward, crashing into a million tormented, glittering pieces that all reflected him.
His tongue slowed as the tremors ran their course. When Aubrey pried her eyes open, Nick had straightened. He gazed down, his black fire half-hidden by heavy lids.
“That’s number one.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.
She followed the movement with her eyes, her head lolling. She’d never felt so complete and yet so achingly empty. Her palms still stuck to the door handle, glued there by her own sweat.
Nick finagled his pants and boxer-briefs off and flung them atop everything else. He curled over her, propped an elbow beside her head, and reached down to line himself up.
His weight settled against her. Oh, god. She was going to weep. She was going to die.
“Look at me,” he said, gruff.
She did, so raw and shaken she had no other choice.
“I love you.” His dark gaze lanced into her, as open as she’d ever seen. “I love you so fucking much.”
He drove his hips forward. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He sank into her, and then in some more, stretching her, filling her, and just when she thought her hold on herself would shear away, he kept going.
When he was fully seated, he buried his face against her neck and loosed a hot, shuddering gasp in her ear. “Oh,fuck. Jesus fucking Christ, I forgot how good you feel.”
