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Chapter Fifteen
Now
I’m stirring creamer into my coffee when Nix steps up behind me. His arms lock around my waist and he pulls me into him, my back to his front. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holds me, and I have to admit that I love it. It’s been about a week since we made up and just like the transition from friendship to relationship, things have been flawless. It’s all just so natural with him. So easy. It feels like this is how it should have always been for us.
“I missed you in bed, baby.” His warm breath washes over my neck and I lean back into him as a shiver racks my body.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” He runs the tip of his nose along the column of my neck and I release a breathy moan. I set the cup of coffee down on the counter and lean back into him further. His large, rough hands slip under the material of my tank top.
“Nix.”
“Love hearing you say my name, baby.” He nips at my earlobe as his fingers connect with my nipple. My body arches, my hips crashing back into him while my chest presses further into his hand. He withdraws his hand and I make a small sound of protest. He chuckles and grabs the bottom of my tank top, yanking it over my head. My breasts bounce free and he groans right in my ear. “Lovin’ this view, gorgeous.”
“You’re good for my ego.”
I feel his smile as he presses his lips to my neck in a quick kiss. In the next second, his tongue darts out, swirling over my flesh. Goose bumps pop up over my arms and my head drops back to his shoulder.
“You want to hear what I have planned for you this morning?” His voice holds so much filthy promise that I’m panting and rubbing my ass against his growing cock.
“God, yes.”
“First, I’m going to peel all of these annoying clothes off of your gorgeous body.” His hand glides along the skin of my belly. So close and yet so far away from where I want him. “Then, I’m going to kiss you from here.” He points to a spot right below my ear. He drags his finger over my shoulder to my breast, down my belly, and finally stops just above my aching core. “To here.”
“Oh, God.”
He kisses the spot where his finger just was on my neck and the muscles in my lower belly clench. I’m grinding my ass into him shamelessly, his breath heavy on my neck. I don’t know how he’s still so in control.
“Then, I’ll slide my fingers into this sweet pussy and get you ready for me.”
At this point, no intelligible words are coming out of my mouth, just moans and sighs of pleasure. He hooks his thumbs into my shorts and slides them down my legs, along with my panties. I step out of them quickly. He stands and presses into my back again. His hard cock nudges against my ass and I moan, thinking about it between my thighs.
“When I have you dripping wet, I will bend you over this counter, and slam my hard cock into you.”
“Nix.” His name is a plea as I stand here, panting and losing my mind over his words.
“Is that what you want, baby?” From the teasing tone in his voice, I know that he’s enjoying this immensely. I’m too far gone to care though.
“Yes. Please.”
“Right here? On the counter?”
I moan. “God, yes.” His answering groan spurs me on and I grind my ass harder against him. “Please, baby. Fuck me.”
“Jesus, Emma,” he growls. “Put your hands on the counter.” I immediately obey. When my hands are flat on the surface in front of me, Nix pulls away. This time, my groan is one of frustration. I turn to look at him but he stops me. “Stay still.”
I face forward again, my chest heaving as my body buzzes with anticipation. One large hand lands on my hip and the other reaches between my legs. As soon as he makes contact with my throbbing clit, I moan loudly. His lips land on my shoulder as his deft fingers swirl over the little bundle of nerves. Small gasps of pleasure leave my mouth and my hips buck against his hand.
“God, you make me crazy, sweetheart,” Nix groans. I can’t take any more of the teasing. Reaching between my legs, I shove his hand away.
“Nu-uh, baby.” His hands lock onto my hips and he spins me quickly so that I’m facing him. My gaze meets his and the desire there has my skin prickling with need.
“Please.” My one word plea falls on deaf ears as he slowly, seductively presses his lips to the spot just behind my ear. My head drops back and I release a heavy breath. He slowly kisses down the same line he drew on my body just moments ago. Each time his lips press against my skin, I mewl, my desperation growing exponentially.
“Baby,” I croak out when his tongue swirls around my nipple. His lips stretch into a grin against my flesh and I groan in frustration. I’m honestly shocked that I don’t have juices running down the insides of my thighs at this point. I need him now.
He crouches down in front of me as he starts kissing down my belly, and the closer he gets to my pulsing core, the harder it is to breathe. His thumb circles my clit as he nips at my hipbone, and I buck against him. His large hands caress my skin as he moves them up and brushes them over my stomach. He kisses just below my belly button and all the air rushes out of me. I glide my finger through his hair. He nuzzles into my belly and I sigh, feeling more content than I can ever remember.
