CHAPTER 23 #3
She sighed under his lips, her fingers gliding up his neck to thread into his hair, pulling gently, and Nick deepened the kiss, slowly turning up the heat until he thought he’d combust.
She broke away with a gasp, raising her chin to offer her neck, and he began raining kisses there, along her jaw, then just below her earlobe, where he paused to blow hotly, as he knew she liked.
She shuddered. “Undo my top, Nicholas.”
Jesus.
With trembling fingers, he worked the three buttons of her tank top, exposing the tantalizing cleft between her breasts.
He bent to tongue there, his entire body hardening at the first feel of the softness and taste of her skin.
He sucked her sweet flesh into his mouth, alternating with flutters of his tongue.
Jannie moaned. “Touch them,” she whispered. “I want your hands on me.”
He pulled up on his knees, carefully keeping his weight off her, and ran his hands along her ribcage, caressing her waist.
He took his time, tracing her curves, the undersides of her soft, soft breasts, before finally cupping them, gently squeezing. She perfectly filled his palms, and he closed his eyes, sensation and emotion clashing inside him, bringing him to near-overload.
This woman … he would never want another. “Raise your arms for me, beautiful girl.”
She did.
Her eyes were so very, very blue … an unusual sapphire shade, one he had never seen on anyone except her brothers. And right now, those beautiful eyes of hers were watching him with an expression he couldn’t define.
He eased the tank top off, then looked down on her. Her lavender demi bra was sheer lace, and he could make out the outline of perfect pink nipples he desperately wanted to lick and suck.
“I want to take this off,” he said, his voice thick.
“Yes.”
He started to reach underneath her, but she shook her head. “Front close.”
Indeed, the butterfly between the cups was a closure, which he tried, and failed, to undo.
“Here, let me do it.”
He watched her flick open the little clasp, and as the two sides parted and she revealed herself to him, he shuddered.
Yes, he’d seen her several times before, but this time, it felt different.
She reached to cup her breasts, pushing them together, squeezing them, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head at the sight.
“They’re not too small?”
His chest tightened at the insecurity in her eyes and tone, the question spoken so softly he might have missed it if he hadn’t been hyper-focused on her.
“These—” he placed his hands over hers, forcing her to keep them there “—are perfect. You are perfect.”
Catching her thumbs between his fingers, he guided her to rub her nipples until they hardened to peaks. “Perfect,” he repeated, “and whatever voice in your head tells you otherwise is lying.”
She extricated herself from his grasp, shrugged out of the bra, then reached up, pulling his head down with a moan. “Put your mouth on them. Show me how much you like them.”
Oh, he did. He did. Like a starving man, he opened his mouth first over one breast, then the other, licking, sucking, alternating between light flicks of his tongue and deep, hard pulls, until she was writhing beneath him, her hips beginning to buck with a rhythm his body immediately understood.
Ignoring his need, he worshipped her breasts until her cries began to sound like a protest. Letting a nipple go with one last, long lick, he moved down to her abdomen, kissing the smooth flesh there, running his lips over her navel, then lower, nuzzling at the waistband of her jeans.
He ran a fingertip just above it, reveling in the softness of her skin.
She gripped his shoulders, bucking. “You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“Eventually. I’m already there.”
She reached down, flicked open the button of her jeans, and, tilting her hips, yanked them down in one quick tug. “Take them off.”
He pulled them off her legs, tossing them aside, then quickly peeled off her socks.
Leaving Jannie beautifully clad only in a sheer lavender thong, her legs pressed tightly together, looking up at him with lustful eyes, her pupils so dilated, he could barely discern the blue.
“What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.
“First, I’m going to look at you and make sure this isn’t a dream.”
Her lips curved into a little smile. “I’m real. And—” she traced a fingertip along his jaw “—I want you.”
This was the first time she’d ever said those words. It felt like he had waited forever to hear them.
“Take off your clothes,” she said. “Slowly. I want to watch you get naked for me.” Then, “You can leave the tie on.”
Always wanting to watch, his Jannie. He couldn’t hold back a smile.
As leisurely as he could, he stood and pulled his T-shirt over his head, slipping the tie back around his neck.
“Knot it,” she said.
Was she serious?
She must have read the question in his eyes because she nodded. “It turns me on when you do it.”
With practiced precision, he crossed, looped, pulled, and tied, squeezing the sides of the knot to create a dimple just below it. All the while, her gaze never left his hands, her tongue drawing over her lips as he finished.
He smiled. “You liked that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He tried not to think of the things he wanted to do to her with the tie. Instead, he focused on taking off his pants, doing his best to keep his movements fluid and avoid looking awkward. At last, he stood before her in his boxers.
A delighted smile spread across her face. “They match!”
He looked down. Sure enough, coincidentally, that morning he had put on the light-blue ones.
And then, Jannie unknowingly fulfilled another fantasy: she made a come-hither gesture, leaning on her elbows and arching her back. He didn’t hesitate; he slid onto the bed and moved to take her in his arms, intending to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a finger on his lips.
She reached out, slipped the tie over and off his head, and put it on. “How do I look?”
He took her in, wearing the tie he had bought to wear on the last day of school when he promised himself he’d muster the courage to ask her out. Something shifted inside him, making his eyes and nose sting.
“You look like you should be worshipped,” he said, his voice rough.
“Worship me, then, Nicholas.” She ran her fingertip along his chin. “Start by taking off my thong.”
He took his time, kissing his way down her body, then gripped the elastic with his teeth, dragging the scrap of lace to her knees before pulling it off and tossing it somewhere behind him.
Her now-familiar scent wafted to his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, gripping her to spread her legs wide open, his mouth watering even before he dove in.
She tasted like everything he ever wanted.
Flattening his tongue, he licked her in long strokes, then sucked, then licked again, glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. Nick hardened to the point of pain, taking it all in: her eyes, her head moving side to side, her parted lips, the tie around her slender neck.
Her blonde hair fanned across his pillow.
He worked her until he thought he’d lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her.
He pushed two fingers into her, stroking as he sucked, his body shaking right along with hers as she reached the peak and came violently all over his mouth.
Greedily, he lapped her sweet arousal, savoring every drop before he raised his head, blinking against the dizziness that gripped him.
Stars dancing before his eyes, he crawled up the bed and fumbled for the nightstand drawer pull.
But Jannie wrapped her fingers firmly around his shaft. “I put myself on birth control two weeks ago,” she said.
His eyes widened.
“Yes, Nicholas.” She guided him right to her entrance. “I want you. Raw.”
She raised her hips, making him slide over her tender flesh, and Nick lost all control. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Tight heat. So deep. So perfect.
He stayed like that for a beat, allowing himself to feel what he had always wanted and never thought he’d have.
And then, he started to move, each thrust long and deliberate, taking his time, her eyes locked on his, pushing him higher as he drove into her.
“Yes … yes …” She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Nicholas … Ah! God, you feel so good …”
He looked down at her.
She saw him.
Jannie maintained eye contact, never once looking away or closing those mesmerizing eyes of hers. Gently, he reached to place a hand across her throat, feeling the silk of the tie over her heated skin, her pulse beating against his ring finger as he pumped into her.
He thought he felt her begin to flutter around him and tried to increase his speed.
“Don’t,” she whispered, “I don’t want this to end.”
Neither do I. Not ever.
Her eyes were wild now, almost unseeing as she struggled to maintain focus on him.
“Squeeze,” she said. “Just a little.”
He couldn’t believe this. “You sure?”
She nodded. His hand tightened around her throat, and she writhed underneath him, moaning.
“Like this?” he asked.
She nodded again, her eyes hazy with desire, making him go slow, and stopping him so many times, he thought he’d go insane.
“So good,” she said. “So very good.”
He almost came from those words alone, knowing he could pleasure her so well.
At long last, Jannie shattered, clenching around him rhythmically as she fell apart in a long, explosive orgasm.
Her hoarse cries sent Nick right over the edge. He, too, cried out, joining her in blinding ecstasy.
And when he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent, his sweat-slick body humming and his heart still hammering from the high, he dimly thought that if he died right then, he would die a happy man.