Chapter 15 #2
“I would never have brought her to him,” Laura assured him.
“I would never betray her. She has been so good to me. I wanted to leave this place and protect everyone. I would have had to leave the baby here too—it would have broken my heart, but I know he will be safe and happy here. Now, I-I have no idea what to do.”
Nicholas felt a cauldron of fury burning inside him.
Would Crowley never give up? “But I do,” he said grimly.
“I will personally wipe Crowley off the face of this earth, Laura. He has no right to be walking among decent people. Kenneth must know of this.” He looked down into Laura’s eyes, seeing them full of tears.
“You are safe, Laura,” he said softly. “He will never harm you as long as I am alive to stop him, I swear.”
“Thank you,” Laura whispered.
Nicholas meant the kiss he gave Laura to be tender and comforting, but as soon as his lips touched hers he felt a bright flame of passion ignite itself within him.
He tightened his arms around her, smelling the delicious musk of her body, moulding her against his hardness.
With a moan of sheer desire, he pressed her back against the pillows and for the next few moments, he was lost in a haze of delight and desire.
As soon as she felt Nicholas’s mouth against her own, Laura knew that she was going to give herself to him. She had no idea how long she would be in this place, and she had never been in love before: if this was her only chance to succumb to that love, she was going to take it.
He drew away from her to look into her eyes. “Laura, I cannot resist you any longer,” he said huskily, touching her neck. “Tell me you feel the same.”
“I do, stop trying to resist,” she told him.
“I want you, Nick. I have since the first moment I saw you.” She pulled him down for another kiss, her hands moving to the belt that was holding up his kilt.
She unbuckled it, while he tore off his shirt and jacket then stood up and let his clothing fall to the floor.
Laura’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in amazement as she looked at Nicholas.
She had seen a naked man before, but he had looked nothing like this—an absolutely magnificent example of pure masculinity.
Nicholas had broad shoulders, a flat rippling torso, and powerfully muscled arms, thighs and calves, and his wide chest was dusted with dark hair. He was the epitome of everything male.
However, the essence of his manliness was thick, erect, rampant and very clearly ready for her, and Laura felt herself throb and flood with warm wetness as she gazed at it.
Nicholas lowered himself onto the bed, looked at her for a second, then without any warning, he took the front of Laura’s nightdress in both hands and ripped it down the middle.
It tore with a harsh, rending sound, then he pushed the material aside so that he could look at her, his eyes darkening with desire.
“My god, you are so lovely, Laura,” he whispered as his gaze roved over the creamy globes of her breasts, her tiny waist that flared into round, womanly hips and the long shapely columns of her legs. How could he have forgotten lying with a beauty such as this?
Laura had been outraged at the destruction of her only nightgown, but the anger had disappeared as she saw the play of Nicholas’s muscles under his skin as he touched her and felt his stiff shaft pressing into her thigh.
Now all she felt was raw hunger; she would not be content until he satisfied her fully.
“Stop talking.” Laura reached up and ran her hands over Nicholas’s glossy dark hair, then she reached for his manhood and began to caress it, moving her hand up and down so that he moaned with delight.
She loved the feel of the soft skin riding over the hard flesh beneath, and felt a surge of triumph as she watched his face twist under the sweet torture of her ministrations. Nicholas looked as if he was in agony, but Laura knew that pain was not what he was feeling—quite the opposite, in fact.
Then he removed her hand and said: “If you carry on like that, Laura, I will not be able to satisfy you.” His voice was husky and his eyes were dark with desire.
She lay back on the bed and spread her arms wide so that the whole front of her body was exposed to his gaze. “You are a goddess,” he said, before he did something that completely shocked her.
Nicholas parted her thighs, then bent to sweep his tongue through the folds of her sex before taking her most sensitive bud, the source of her greatest pleasure, into his mouth.
He suckled and licked it, swirling his tongue around and scraping it gently with his teeth until Laura was screaming and gasping with delight.
She dug her hands into the thick mass of his hair and arched her hips up to his searching mouth as a jolt of sheer pleasure shot through her.
Nicholas lifted his head and treated Laura to his most wicked grin, then, without another word, he thrust himself inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him in further.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered.
“I never do, darling,” Nicholas answered with a smirk on his face and a glint in his mossy eyes.
As Nicholas drove into her harder and faster, Laura felt something the likes of which she had never experienced before. It began as a tiny, delightful tingle on her sweetest spot, but was growing stronger and more delicious with every thrust of Nicholas’s manhood inside her.
She was reaching for something—something that seemed impossibly far away, but then Nicholas gave one last hard thrust that propelled her into heaven as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over her, making her scream his name as she shuddered in a thick haze of overwhelming, glorious sensation.
It was sublime, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and Laura almost wept with joy as she gradually descended back to earth and opened her eyes to look into Nicholas’s deep green ones.
He was still shaking from the fiercest and most wonderful climax he had ever known, fuelled by the power of the love he felt for the woman in his arms. He had almost told her how he felt in words, but something had held him back at the last moment, so he poured all his feelings into the kiss he gave her as they lay together in the afterglow of their passion.
“I never knew anything could feel like that,” Laura whispered.
“Aye,” he replied, smiling. “You know what they say about me, Laura, but I have truly never felt that way before.” Yet still he could not say those three simple words ‘I love you.’
After that, Laura nestled into the haven of his arms and drifted into a contented slumber. She could not remember the last time she had been so happy.
Laura woke up next morning in a cocoon of comfortable warmth, and looked into the sleeping face of the man she loved. She knew that she would have to wake him, but she wanted to take a few more minutes to run her eyes over his near-perfect features.
A new day’s growth of stubble had emerged during the night, causing a dark shadow on his high-boned cheeks, square jaw and firm chin, and Laura longed to run her hands over it, but she resisted the temptation.
This might be the only chance she would have to admire him without restraint for a long time, and she was going to make the most of it.
His brows were heavy and dark, his eyelashes were almost impossibly long, and as she looked at his thick dark hair, Laura knew that this was one man who would never succumb to baldness!
She lay, silently worshipping him for a few more moments before she raised her hand to stroke his cheek, loving the rasping feel of his new day’s bristles.
“Time to wake up,” Laura said softly, kissing his lips.
Nicholas’s eyes fluttered open. He looked startled to see her, obviously having forgotten where he was for a moment, but then he smiled. “Good morning,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep.
“How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Like a baby,” he replied. “You?”
“The same,” Laura replied, smiling. “You make a wonderful pillow.”
Nicholas returned her smile, then sighed sadly.
“I would love to stay here all day,” he said, then he placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“But I have duties to do, more’s the pity.
” He stroked her face with the back of his hand before climbing out of the bed and hurriedly throwing on his clothes, keeping his back to Laura the whole time.
He knew that if he looked at Laura’s naked body again he would find it impossible to leave.
He paused at the door to smile at her. “See you this evening,” he said, then blew her a kiss and left. Laura lay staring at the door for a while, thinking about the night that had just passed, the night that would live in her memory forever.
Indeed just like he’d said when they’d first met, no one could forget being bedded by Nicholas Munro.