Chapter 26
Emily pulling Nicolas against her frankly made things worse. A hundred times worse. It would have been a more apt choice for her to tell him to close his eyes, or you know, slap a hand across them herself. But this…this was torture.
Nicolas could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest. She was closer than ever, smelling heavenly in the way that made him want to go berserk. He swallowed harshly as the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, her wet hair brushing against his lips as he bent his head downward.
Fuck, she smells like my downfall.
Without realizing it, he pushed strands of her hair back, revealing her beautiful neck.
She stiffened.
His hand withdrew, but she caught it, a flicker of panic tightening her grip. Her eyes lifted to his, framed by long lashes, but she didn’t speak. He didn’t either. For a moment they just stared at each other, electricity humming between them, their hands still together.
Jesus.
Did he deserve her? Did he deserve to have her hold him like this?
Of course, he didn’t. Nobody on this goddamn earth did.
But Nicolas wanted to pretend that wasn’t the case so he grasped the nape of her neck with his other hand, gauging her reaction.
Her eyes fluttered close before reopening with a darker shade and he swore he could have come undone right there.
“Did you like that?”
His voice came out deeper than he’d ever heard it. That should have been his first sign, if not him touching her like this while she was naked, to take a step back. To rein it in.
But I’ve been reining it in all this time with her living under my roof. Don’t I deserve some kind of reward for that?
Couldn’t he just have a taste…just once?
“Mhm,” Emily hummed, her voice soft and pretty. Her hand slowly lowered, still grasping his own. He gave it a squeeze.
At the responding exhale she released, his groin stirred. She’d just perfumed his face with her desire.
Nicolas could see it. He could see the way her body curved toward him, like she was being pulled by some invisible force.
But she wasn’t.
It was all her doing.
She wanted this.
“It’s a yes or no question, Emily,” he whispered, looking down at her sternly, longing to hear her voice again while in this state.
She bit down onto her lip, longer than he liked. So drawn out that he felt a guttural noise building in the back of his throat.
“Yes. I liked it.”
Eyes locked. Breaths mixed. And it was like a taut string finally snapped between them.
Fuck it.
His hand traveled up and tugged at her hair. She gasped, and like the madman he was, Nicolas took advantage of it, his mouth covering hers.
With a tremor that ran throughout her entire body, Emily reacted instantly, her lips moving against his.
She tasted sweet, so fucking sweet. Like cotton candy and all things unimaginably great. And addictive. He couldn’t get enough.
It was as if she knew. Knew that this was something he’d envisioned happening between the two of them before. That him falling—finally—for the temptation was something he couldn’t be faulted for…for he’d tried.
And failed.
Nicolas swiped his tongue inside, making her moan. She followed along, moving her own against his. Dancing, swirling. He grunted into her mouth, surprised by how good of a kisser she was. It made him want more.
Pulling away, Nicolas peppered kisses to the underside of her jaw and her neck. “You’re making me crazy.”
Emily let out the most captivating sounds.
He wished he’d never forget them.
Never, a part of him growled internally.
Backing her against the bathroom sink, he returned to her mouth, loving the way she melted into him. His hand slid into her hair, and hers mirrored his, grasping at the strands atop his head.
“I’m going to look,” he warned her before going down.
That seemed to break whatever spell they were under as she pushed at his chest, just enough for him to look at her face and nowhere else.
Her chest was heaving as much as he could tell. Flushes of scarlet deep-kissed her skin from the neck up. She looked absolutely maddening.
But he knew when to stop.
“Do you not want to continue?”
“No, I…” He turned and grabbed her towel from the ground, attempting to give it to her. “No!”
He paused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” she yelled, suddenly anxious. “I mean…I don’t want to stop.” A shaky breath escaped her. “I just want to tell you I…I don’t think I can go all the way.”
He smiled softly and placed the towel beside them. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Her brows raised.
“I’m being honest.”
“Why not?”
If he didn’t know any better, she looked offended. His lips pressed tight together to suppress his grin.
What a confusing woman she was.
His hand dusted across her cheeks, his eyes tracking her every reaction to the act.
The way her lips trembled and gaze heated.
“Because I’m already so fucking lucky that you’re letting me touch you like this.
When I came here to check on you, never in a million years did I expect it to lead to this.
It’s testing my limits and I know maybe yours as well. ”
“I like you touching me.”
That almost knocked him off his feet. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Then do you like me touching you here?” His hand went up her arm, giving her time to stop him, but she didn’t. Not even when his hand grasped a handful of her supple breast.
Instead, she whimpered.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He tried to stay calm, but nothing about this situation was allowing that.
“Words, Em. I need your words. Does it feel good?” he asked as his fingers began to circle her areola.
She breathed, “Yes, it feels good. So good.”
Nicolas let out a string of curse words before tugging and playing with her nipple.
His free hand came up to do the same with her other breast. She squirmed, her eyes closing, her jaw falling open.
The noises that escaped her made him want to take her on this damn bathroom sink, but he’d promised he wouldn’t go that far.
He took in the look on her face, his eyes still not wandering downward even with the way she was arching up to him.
Not yet.
Not without her permission.
“May I take them into my mouth?”
Her eyes snapped open at the request.
“May I?” he repeated eagerly.
She nodded slowly, her eyes taking in the desperation in his face. “You may.”
Nicolas’s hand pushed her boobs together and he covered them with his mouth. He sucked the right one in before doing the same to the left.
“Oh my god!”
He licked and teased, encircling them with his tongue.
They were the most perfect pair of tits he’d ever come across.
Even more perfect was the person who owned them.
She was fully offering herself to him now, shoving her chest into his face.
He couldn’t help how much rougher he got at her little display of greed.
Something he thought only he possessed, that he never thought would be reciprocated.
Nicolas twisted one of her aching nipples, making her gasp before he slapped at it lightly. The sound it made was wet with the moisture from his mouth.
Her body shook.
“Fuck, look at you.” He pulled away for a second to take her in. “Look how well your body responds to me.”
He repeated the act while having the other boob stuffed in his mouth, sucking the life out of it.
“Nicolas, oh my god. Wait. I think I’m gonna—”
His hand swiftly wrapped around her neck.
“Oh god.”
Her legs trembled on both sides of him as he applied pressure. He caught her with his free hand when she went slipping, his mouth still attached to her nipple.
She was coming hard and fast.
His. Fucking. Dream.
“That’s it. You’re almost there.”
Emily shook as her orgasm rippled through her. She looked starstruck, her mouth hanging open and eyes sparkling with the most forgone expression.
“Oh, I’m—ugh,” she moaned softly, dreamily. It was right then their gazes locked again and she jerked once more before her body went totally slack.
He released her nipple, kissing atop her boob with tenderness. “Good girl.”
She shivered.
His thumb wiped away a tear that escaped the corner of her eye before reaching for her towel beside them.
After catching her breath, she took it from him and wrapped it around herself.
He eyed her completely now. “How are you feeling?”
She bit into her bottom lip. “Great. I’m feeling great.” Her eyes knowingly found his bulge down below. “Do you want me to…”
“I can take care of myself.”
He didn’t want to push her, plus his brain had enough material to work with to last a decade. Fuck him for thinking his imagination could ever come close to what he’d just experienced. He’d gotten it all wrong. She’d been more…so much more than he’d bargained for.
Nicolas was starting to believe it now: Emily really might be the death of him.