CHAPTER 19 #2
She should protest. She should say no. But, oh, the want … before she could stop herself, she reached back with trembling fingers, lowering the zipper as far as she could.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his dark chuckle a low rumble in his chest.
She felt him grasp the tab and take control, his fingertips brushing her spine. A powerful electric surge sparked through her. He lowered the zipper the rest of the way and pulled down her dress, sending the silky fabric pooling at her feet. She moved to step out of it.
“No.” His commanding voice, along with his hands firmly gripping her ankles, stopped her.
In the tiny tan thong and matching sheer balconet bra pushing up her small breasts, Jannie stood there, feeling as if she towered over him in her three-inch nude round-toe pumps. She knew he had a peek of the red soles, and from the back, she guessed her feet didn’t look that big.
If she had any doubts that he liked what he saw, they vanished in the next moment.
“This,” he said, his voice soft, “was worth waiting fifteen years for.”
Her throat closed at the awe and reverence in his tone, and her eyes drifted shut at the feel of his hands on her calves, silently urging her to widen her stance. She did, until the bunched-up dress restricted her.
“Perfection,” he murmured.
Something inside her unfurled, something only he had been able to evoke.
She felt … powerful. And so aroused, she wanted to whirl around and attack him, just like she had before.
But something kept her feet planted right where they were, and the next second, his hands were on her inner thighs.
Only for a few heartbeats, then he caressed her backside, his fingers so gentle, she thought she might scream.
And if he didn’t do something to ease the ache that had escalated to near-pain, she was convinced she’d lose her mind.
“God, Jannie, it almost hurts to look at you.”
“Stop looking, then,” she heard herself say in a rasp she didn’t recognize.
She heard his sharp exhale, listened to his deep groan that bordered on desperation, and finally, finally, his finger slid along her thong, past the edge, pulling it aside.
And then, she sensed him lean in and felt the first lap of his hot tongue.
She bit back a cry.
The sensation was so intense, she felt as if she’d wobble in her shoes, but she did not. “That’s it,” she urged, “give me your tongue.”
And, oh, he did. He did.
She expected hard and fast and rough, but he licked slowly, deliberately, every pass soft, but with just the right amount of tantalizing pressure to bring her to the brink in no time.
But he knew. He knew, uncannily in tune with her, and every time the telltale tingles made themselves known, he lengthened his strokes with a flattened tongue, his thumbs spreading her a little wider to delve inside, and the orgasm slipped away.
He pleasured her endlessly, alternating ways, seemingly bent on keeping her teetering on the precipice, never letting her get close.
Dimly, she realized he had kept his distance, never fully bringing his face to rub against her; all she felt was his hot, talented tongue.
She gripped the rail, legs starting to shake, wanting to grind into him, knowing that when she finally reached the peak, she’d shatter in a way she never had in her entire life.
Desperate to come yet never wanting it to end.
Because he worked her as if pleasuring her was his deepest desire, and what was even headier than the insane sensations he provoked was the way he made her feel: completely seen.
Her pulse pounded in her throat. Her vision blurred. Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the railing.
She wanted more.
Wanted to feel him.
Deep inside her.
“Nick …”
“Mmm,” he hummed in response, swirling his tongue faster, sending her dangerously close.
She gasped. No, not like this. “I need you.”
He stopped. Gave her a final slow, thorough swipe, and then—oh, yes—surged to his feet. Wordlessly, he yanked on his belt, unbuckling it. The next moment, he brushed against her backside, hot and slick with his arousal.
Heart hammering, Jannie waited for a few beats, then backed into him and leaned forward, bracing herself, knowing by his movements that he was rolling on a condom.
He pulled down her thong, and it slid to join the dress at her feet. But instead of driving in, he ran his tip over her, once, twice, making her want to scream in frustration.
“I need you,” she repeated a little wildly.
He gripped her hips, steadying her with sure, strong hands. “And if someone comes up here?”
“They see us.”
“That’s right, Jannie. They’ll see—” he chuckled darkly “—this.”
He entered her in one smooth thrust.
For a moment, he paused, and she distinctly felt him shudder as she clenched hard around him, her body greedily accepting all of him, welcoming the blissful penetration that immediately eased her ache.
“So good,” she said. “You feel incredible.”
“You are incredible.” He gripped her tighter, then set a rolling, languid pace.
She needed more. “Deeper.”
He groaned as he complied, pushing in impossibly deep, then stopping there, rocking, reaching to cup her breasts, caressing them over the delicate mesh bra. “Look up, beautiful girl.”
She did.
“I brought you here to get closer to the stars,” he said, running his thumbs over her nipples.
She gazed up at the night sky, where the moon’s radiant glow cut through the city lights.
Despite the light haze, Sirius was still visible, shining with dazzling brilliance.
Nick pulled out slowly. Eased back in. “See them?”
“Yes.”
“Sirius …” Thrust. “Arcturus …” Thrust. “Vega …” Thrust. “Capella.” He thrust on each star he named, steadily increasing the pace, and Jannie surrendered to the feeling, his hands everywhere, him hard, deep, and long, euphoria washing over her as he drove into her, and his finger found …
“Ah!” She’d never felt such a jolt there. It was almost too much. But Nick gentled his touch, the tingles started, growing hard and fast, and—
The distinct sound of helicopter blades penetrated the edge of her consciousness.
“They’re coming,” he ground out. “Want to stop?”
“No,” she managed to rasp.
He pumped a little faster.
The noise grew louder. Above her, she briefly spotted the same chopper that had carried those four men and their pilot.
They’re coming … I’m coming …
“Ah! Harder!” She gripped the railing tighter as Nick picked up speed, drilling into her ever deeper as the helo drew closer and closer.
God, she was so very full of him …
The air began to stir, whipping her hair wildly as she backed into Nick, countering him thrust for thrust, his hips slamming her rhythmically, picking up dizzying speed.
She couldn’t widen her stance, restricted by the dress and thong, resulting in an impossibly tight grip on him.
Cries sailed from her lips, muted by the ever louder chop of the rotors, and suddenly a spotlight switched on, shining on them.
Flashes appeared before Jannie’s eyes, strobe lights interspersed with images of people watching. And something wild overtook her, the thrill of doing this, of being seen, of causing someone else to get turned on …
Dirty Jannie.
She shoved off Blake’s mocking words with everything she had.
All she wanted was the thrill of this forbidden moment, the intense sensation, and the unparalleled way Nick was pounding into her, setting every nerve ending on fire.
The helicopter hovered high in the air.
Jannie, too, hovered … So close … so very close …
Nick changed the angle of his strokes, his fingers making long, deliberate glides along her drenched flesh, sending a charge barreling through her that gathered in one enormous upsurge.
Monumental.
Jannie arched her back, mouth opening in a shuddering gasp as her entire body began to shake, rhythmically squeezing Nick, who immediately slowed, then stopped, gentling what his skilled hand was doing. One pass, two … and Jannie’s world became a firework with a million sparkling points.
And still, the helicopter hovered, not descending.
Nick’s hand stilled for a beat. And then, he started again.
Too much. It was almost too much. The roar of the engine, the spinning rotor, her body coming apart, people watching, everything spinning … she was fuel, and Nick was the reactor.
His warm, strong fingers dug into her hip, gripping and releasing in sync with his other hand and with his quick, erratic thrusts.
A few heartbeats later, his grip tightened like iron. “Yeah …”
She sensed his body quiver, distinctly felt him harden, her body vibrating with his groan against her back as he leaned over, slipped his arm around her, and he, too, went over the edge.
“Uhhh!”
Jannie’s head lowered as she gasped for air, grateful for Nick’s tight hold while she came down, barely able to remain standing. His chest heaved, his beard was rough against her upper back, his breath hot on her skin.
Tears welled in her eyes. Why, she didn’t know. All she knew was that Nick was pressing tender kisses along her spine, murmuring something she couldn’t hear.
Above them, the helicopter’s lights flashed once, twice. And then it ascended, the whop-whop of the rotors growing fainter and fainter, until it disappeared into the night.