Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
RACHEL
I ’m already a quivering mess, and Nick hasn’t even touched me yet.
The way he’s looking at me is… hungry. Like I’m one of the desserts in my bakery he loves so much.
And he’s going to gobble me up.
“Will you take off your shirt?” I blurt out, saying the first thought in my head. I still haven’t seen him shirtless and with all this unspent desire racing through me, my normal filter is gone.
“If I can take off yours,” he says easily, pulling his shirt over his head.
His muscles shift and contract, showcasing his hard body, with a broad chest and heavy pecs.
His biceps look even thicker without sleeves to hide them, his tattoo on display.
Further down, his abs are outlined but not overly exaggerated.
He doesn’t have showy gym muscles, but the kind earned from hard work, proven by the way he easily carried me in here, as if I weighed nothing.
I sit up, leaning toward him where he stands at the end of the bed, resting my hands on his shoulders.
They travel down over at that hard chest, slipping over each indentation of his abs, and then to the broad planes of his back.
My fingers slide over the occasional ridge of a scar, further proof of the work he does and how dangerous it can be.
But it makes me even more appreciative to have him now.
Nick’s watching me explore his torso, but I can’t quite interpret the look on his face. There’s enjoyment for sure, but also something else. Like he’s waiting. Letting me have my fun, and then it’s his turn.
He did say that, after all. My turn. A shiver of anticipation runs over me.
I bring my hands to my waist and pull my shirt up, glad when he takes over halfway to pull it over my head.
His gaze dips to my cleavage, all the more visible from the way my breathing has picked up, my chest rising and falling. His hands settle on my hips, traveling upward at a glacier’s pace, dragging up and up and up until he’s right at the bottom of my bra, his thumbs slowly slipping underneath.
“Goddamn, your skin is soft,” he murmurs, exploring along the undersides of my breasts, not quite where I need him. “I’m sorry my fingers are so rough.”
“No, I love them.”
He stills, appearing surprised.
I trace over his forearms, to his wrists, the back of his hands, and across his fingers. “When you’ve held my hand or touched me these past couple of weeks, I loved how rough your callouses are. How it makes my belly flip with how good it feels. Even better with the way you’re touching me now.”
We’ve somehow both moved even closer, him at the edge of the bed and me kneeling up to meet him, our faces nearly touching.
I shift the last bit of distance and kiss him, swallowing his groan as his hands make quick work of my bra, unhooking and pulling it off to cup me.
His thumbs drag over my nipples, over and over until they’re hard buds.
It’s so deliciously rough against my sensitive skin, I’m panting, kissing him with mindless need.
He lays me down on the bed and twists over me, his face at my chest. He sweeps the flat of his tongue over my nipple and I buck under him, moaning.
He grins, all male satisfaction as he does it again, relief and want warring within me. He continues, his licks and sucks and nips turning me on more and more until I’m squirming beneath him.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmurs against my overheated skin, lapping at me. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His voice is filled with reverence, his touch greedy but giving as he shapes my breast.
I run a hand through the silky strands of his hair. I’m the lucky one. I only wish it hadn’t taken us forever to get here.
He groans, moving to my other breast. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“You have me,” I whisper, then realize what he must have meant. Shit. “I don’t have any condoms.” I’d thrown everything out when Kyle left, sure I’d never need them again.
He looks up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with lust. “What?” His gaze clears after a moment. “No, I want to go down on you.”
My stomach drops. “You don’t have to just because I—”
“I want to.”
I swallow hard at the earnestness on his face. Still, I didn’t mean to make him feel obligated. I gave him that blowjob because I wanted to, not as a quid pro quo situation.
“I know guys don’t really like doing that,” I hedge. My college boyfriend hadn’t. And neither had Kyle.
He moves so we’re at eye level and gently strokes a thumb over my cheek. “Then you’ve been with the wrong guys. Because I promise you there’s nothing I want to do more than eat you out.”
I nod dumbly, butterflies releasing all throughout my belly. They travel through my limbs, making me tingle with anticipation.
Oh my God, I can’t believe he said that. It’s him telling me I’m sexy when I come all over again.
He kisses me deeply, our bodies twining around one another as the kiss grows out of control, and when he moves down my body with a confidence I’m nowhere near feeling myself, I release a shaky breath.
He’s focused and sure as he removes my jeans and panties until I’m fully nude for him. I itch to cover myself, a part of me hating being so exposed, but as his gaze sweeps over me, he somehow conveys even without words how much he wants this.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, those rough fingers settling on my thighs. “So sexy.” He parts my legs so I’m open to him, but makes no move to go further. His gaze lingers on me, warm and steady, almost like he’s trying to memorize this moment, a quiet awe surrounding him.
I can’t believe I inspire that kind of reaction. That this means that much to him. That I mean that much to him. Almost as if he…
No, we’re not at that point yet. There’s no way he… It hasn’t been long enough, right? We haven’t even talked about being anything official.
Even so, a rush of desire sweeps through me, wanting him so badly. The way he’s watching me, like I’m the only thing worth looking at… Damn, I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of those condoms. I want to feel him hard and hot between my—
Oh my God, no. I want his tongue. His tongue that’s now licking me with a fervor that has me crying out.
He slides his shoulders under my thighs, opening me further to him. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he mumbles before going in again, his tongue slick and warm and filling me with sensations I swear I’ve never experienced.
If I thought him fingering me in the bed of his truck was good, this is on another level. My hips lift, seeking more, until he presses me back into the mattress, his grip firm.
“We’ll get there, I promise,” he whispers, backing off to press kisses to my inner thighs.
Goosebumps race up and down my legs, and I’d be embarrassed about my reaction if I wasn’t so turned on.
He returns, nuzzling into me, and arouses me further, that pulse of desire growing stronger as his talented tongue works its magic.
He groans with need, and looking down at him, it’s obvious how much he’s enjoying it.
He looks the same as he did that day trying one of my danishes for the first time.
Like he can’t get enough.
I didn’t know it could be like this. That being with someone so intent on giving me pleasure could turn me on this badly. I’m trembling, my legs as wide as they’ll go, but it’s not enough because I want more. I need more, lust rising within me as the minutes tick on until I’m frantic with it.
His hands run over my body, touching every part of me he can reach, and I revel in the roughness of his touch, the way his fingers catch and slide over my overheated skin, my breath coming faster and faster.
My hand glides through the thick strands of his hair, searching for something, anything, that’ll relieve the unbearable tension.
He looks up at me, his gaze intense, pupils blown wide with lust. “You ready to come for me?”
I nod, unable to look away. He’s so incredibly sexy like that, my thighs draped over his shoulders, his muscular back on display.
He brings a hand to my pussy, sliding two fingers in easily with how wet I am, and curls them forward, hitting a spot that has me clenching.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my heels scrabbling for purchase against his back.
His mouth finds my clit and sucks hard, the effect instantaneous as I finally reach that peak and fall over the other side, gasping his name.
I’m babbling, telling him how good it is, how I’ve never come so intensely, how amazing he is.
He hums an acknowledgment, pressing soft kisses to my pussy that leave aftershocks in their wake, my body buzzing with relief.
Holy shit. I press a hand to my chest, staring up at my bedroom ceiling, trying to get my breath under control. It’s never been like that.
His kisses move leisurely up my belly and torso, lingering on my breasts until he reaches my mouth again.
I smile against his lips, satisfaction still humming through my veins. “How’d you get so good at that?”
“It’s you and me,” he says, as if that’s explanation enough.
My grin grows. “Oh, is that all?”
He mirrors my grin. “And I may have imagined us doing that once or twice.”
I run a hand over his bare chest, loving the feel of hard muscle under warm skin. I glance down, but it looks like he’s tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans again. “You’ve imagined us together?”
He groans. “You have no idea.” His hand moves to my lower back, pulling me closer. “So, are we still going slow? Or can I ask you to be my girlfriend now?”