Chapter 4 #2
He kissed his way down to the top of her skirt, his hands kneading her ass under the fabric. All she could think about was shoving his face between her legs, throwing one leg over his shoulder.
She shuddered.
The tearing of her zipper sent a warm tingle over her nerves. As he rolled her skirt down over her hips, a combination of fear and passion filled her mind. She stood there naked, in front of a man. A man who wasn’t her husband. A man she should feel guilty about being with but didn’t. Not one bit.
The way Nick kissed her inner thigh overwhelmed her. The thought she could actually like the man behind the lips sent her heart pounding erratically .
When he looked up at her, locking gazes, she gasped. His intense stare filled her with hot desire.
And maybe something akin to caring. No, just strong mutual appreciation. They shared a common pain. They had bonded on that level.
And they were hot for each other.
But that was it.
“Oh...my…God,” she whispered as his tongue slid between her legs.
Gently, he pushed her onto the bed. His fingers and mouth caressing her with gentle strokes. His touch sweet and sensitive but demanding at the same time. His movements were slow and meticulous. Everything he did had purpose.
She moaned, running her fingers through his soft buzzed hair, tossing her head from side to side and digging her heels into the mattress.
Her body tensed, floating on the edge of oblivion.
A long, intense quiver, starting in the pit of her stomach, flowed toward where Nick’s mouth connected to her as if he were sucking all her passion out of her.
A pang of guilt tickled the back of her mind. The guilt, however, wasn’t what she’d expected. She thought this would feel more like cheating.
Not like letting go of the pain.
It wasn’t that she was about to forget all about the love of her life, but being with Nick seemed to give her the will to do what she knew Kent would want her to do.
Live .
And she’d been merely existing.
Nick looked up at her, his eyes conveying the kind of hunger that would devour her with delicious torture.
She watched as he kissed her intimately, his fingers gliding inside her, stroking her with the precision and passion a violinist used when striking the bow across the strings on his instrument.
His gaze never wavered, and she couldn’t stop staring. Her lungs burned with each short breath she took. Everything about Nick made her want to give life… and love… a second chance.
He sucked harder on her swollen nub.
“Oh…my…God.” She dropped her hands to her sides, fisting the sheets, her body rocking against his mouth, her toes curling as a guttural groan bellowed from her throat. Her orgasm hovered on the verge of breaking free. She wanted to slow it down. Take the time to let it build to a boil.
“Nick,” she ground out behind gritted teeth. Clutching her thighs against the side of his head, she let out a husky groan.
Her body convulsed over and over. Moans came out of her mouth that she’d never heard before.
It was the never-ending orgasm, quivering like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
She blinked, staring at the fan swirling above her head, trying to take deep calming breaths.
Her pulse raced out of control as he gently kissed her, gliding his lips to her inner thigh, then stomach.
Orgasms generally came easy to her, but never had they come on so fast and furious that she couldn’t manage to hold them off for long moments. Then again, for the last two years, she’d been giving them to herself.
“You taste like sunshine and whiskey.” He got to his knees and raised her leg, kissing her ankle as his hand glided down her calf. “It’s addicting.”
“We need to get you out of your clothes,” she whispered. “It’s only fair.”
“Well, since your twisting my arm.” He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Biting on her lower lip, she scooted to a sitting position and ran her fingers across his firm chest. His muscles twitched at her touch.
When she kissed his neck, running her fingers over his nipples, he made a hissing noise that rolled across her skin like a blanket of warm lotion.
Wanting to touch him in the most intimate way, she fiddled with the buckle and eased the belt through the loops, tossing it to the floor.
She hadn’t wanted to feel good, or make someone else feel good, in so long. It created a hunger that burned through her veins.
He batted her hands away and stood at the end of the bed, lowering his pants over his hips. He paused, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. He unfolded the leather case, taking something out. When he tossed the condom on the bed, warm goosebumps floated to the top of her skin.
Holding her breath, she felt the corners of her mouth tip into a small smile as he revealed himself. She swallowed. She’d seen a few naked men in her day, but Nick’s body was like a temple meant to be worshiped with his broad frame and long lean legs. His tight stomach narrowed at the hips.
And the rest of him?
Wow.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she splayed her fingers across his stomach, feeling the muscles contract under her touch.
She rubbed her hands up to his hard nipples, enjoying how he groaned when she let her fingernails graze them.
She leaned in and kissed him just above the belly button.
His hardness pressed inside her cleavage.
Resisting the urge to squeeze her breasts together, she leaned back a little, taking him into her hands.
The way he gently brushed her hair out of the way, holding it back with his hands, sent a warm rush of blood to every erogenous zone she had.
Sucking the tip into her mouth, she stroked him, enjoying his groans and the way he fingered her hair. She felt admired, something she hadn’t felt from a man in a long time. She took more of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip.
He reached down with one hand and twisted her nipple, igniting a fire deep inside her.
She moved over him with quick thrusts of her mouth, her fingers caressing what she couldn’t take. The desire to please him filled her mind and soul.
“Christ,” he muttered as he pulled at her hair, almost trying to tug her away from him.
She ignored his efforts .
“Leandra,” he said, followed by a deep growl.
Slowly, she glided her lips from him. Stroking him with her hands she looked up at him and smiled. “What?”
“I need you to slow down.” He arched a brow.
“You mean like this?” She kissed the tip, spreading her tongue over it before gliding just the head inside her mouth with very little pressure, repeating the action a couple of times, watching his eyes roll up under his eyelids. The power she felt over him was intoxicating.
“I think this might be worse.”
“Worse?” She squeezed him, letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin.
“That’s not how I meant it.” He tugged her hair a little harder, forcing her neck back. “You have maybe two minutes before I toss you on your back and I make good with what I said last night.”
“Remind me what you said?” Her smile spread wide across her face, and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
He groaned. “That I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow.”
N ick had completely lost his mind.
Not to mention his body.
Leandra had been more than he could have anticipated. He knew taking her to bed would probably rock his world. But staring down at her now, with his cock buried in her mouth, rocking his world was the understatement of the century.
She’d blown it right the fuck up.
And not just with sex.
He found himself wondering what it would be like to have dinner with her, staring at her across the table, holding her hand, talking about random things, and enjoying every second of her company.
He groaned as her teeth grazed his skin again.
Damn tease and she knew it.
And he loved it.
“That’s it,” he said with a growl, tugging on her hair, careful not to pull too hard. He didn’t want to hurt her. The vision of Ramos yanking it filtered through his mind. He’d kill the motherfucker if he ever touched her again.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the rage from his mind and focused on the beautiful woman now standing in front of him.
He eyed her voluptuous body, mentally taking a picture of every curve. He traced his finger from her lips to her full breasts, circling each nipple, smiling as they puckered into tight, tiny nubs. He continued down her stomach and across to each hip.
Her smile lightened up the room and awoke his aching heart.
His breath hitched and he froze. The room spun with the swirling of the fan.
He squeezed her hips to steady himself. The familiar sensation of affection wiggled its way into his mind.
Sure, he liked the women he went to bed with.
Respected them. Valued them as human beings, but he never felt any deep emotional connection to them. Purely physical.
Appreciation? Yes.
Affection? No.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice echoing with a sudden insecurity that filled him with a sense of anguish because he’d caused it.
Looping his arms around her waist, he drew her close, letting himself slide between her legs, feeling her warmth trickle over him, reminding himself that she didn’t want him for any other reason than she needed to allow herself to be a woman again.
He swallowed, focusing on the undeniable sexual heat between them.
Not the feelings she rustled deep inside his core.
“Nothing.” He kissed her temple, cupping her full ass in his hands. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he stammered out. “You took my breath away.” It certainly wasn’t a lie, but if he wasn’t careful, she was the kind of woman that could rebuild his heart… and then crush it.
Her hands roamed down his back, over his hips, and across his stomach. He shuddered, grabbing her wrist before she could curl her glorious fingers around his shaft.
She cocked her head and smiled. “Can’t handle it?” she asked.