She couldn’t speak, not with the way he was touching and talking to her, and with the feel of his rigid length against her belly.
She tilted her hips, pressing into him.
“That mouth of yours won’t tell me.” His thumb circled, brushing lightly. “But that’s OK, because this—” another pass “—this says it clearly.”
She swallowed, her knees threatening to buckle as the world started to spin in a whirl of golden lights. The overhead light illuminated him in silver, making him look like something not quite of this world.
“God, look at you.” Three fingers replaced his thumb, stroking, upping the sensation to nearly unbearable. “What should I do about this?”
Damn him, he knew exactly what to do about it.
“What do you think you should do?” Her voice was raspy.
She fully expected filthy words to pour out of his mouth, graphic descriptions of exactly what he wanted to do and how he would do it.
But then his hand stilled. He lowered his head, taking her lips tenderly, his body trembling. When he broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes were dark fire.
“I think,” he said in a low voice, “that I should worship you.”
Her lips parted. She stared at him. This tall, powerful man, who couldeasily surrender to basic urges and set upon her like a beast, was holding himself back.
For her.
A heady feeling washed over Jannie, so intense she dared not look at him. But she could still see him from the corner of her eye, feel the heat radiating from his body, and sense the crackling energy between them.
He leaned to speak directly in her ear. “Beautiful girl.”
A violent shudder bolted through her. She wanted to look at him, but for some reason, she kept her eyes fixed on the glittering phallic buildings below, almost afraid to meet his gaze.
Because she knew it wasn’t only lust she’d see. And she didn’t know if she could handle it.
He waited a moment longer. Kissed the sensitive place just below her ear.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did. Goose bumps arose on her skin from her scalp to her fingertips. His touch, gliding along her arms, intensified the sensation, and then he sank down, slowly, deliberately, his hands on her the entire way. Until she realized he was kneeling behind her, his hands sliding under her skirt, and she couldn’t stop herself from turning her head to look.
Nick’s eyes were closed, his face the picture of serenity. His lips were parted, and she thought she saw them move, as if he were uttering some sort of chant or prayer. My God, the man was kneeling on concrete and didn’t even care.
“Grip the railing.”
It was a quietly spoken command. No other way to describe that tone, one she had never heard from him before. Chest heaving, Jannie obeyed, caught up in the erotic wave that swept over them both.
His hands slid between her knees. “Aren’t you glad you need to be twenty-one to even set foot in this building?” His fingers smoothed higher, higher … “Any minute,” he continued, “someone could step through that door again. Or another helicopter could come here to land. Maybe even the same one, and those guys would have more to look at.” His fingertips slid to her backside, massaging gently, then more insistently.
He lifted her skirt. “This back view.” Squeezed her cheeks. “JesusChrist.” A pause. “Do you like this, Jannie? Me, on my knees behind you, getting ready to worship you, when anyone can walk in on me doing it?”
Oh my God.
The lights began to swirl and shimmer before her eyes.
“Answer me.” His voice was raw.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Someone out there might be watching.”
A soft whimper escaped her.
