Chapter Fifteen
The first swipe of Nick’s tongue made Alex’s back arch. A sound halfway between a sob and a groan slipped out of her. So incredible. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like this. And it had never felt like this before.
So raw, so real, so right.
He brushed his tongue against her clit, sending sparks sizzling along her nerve endings. Her entire body tightened, her muscles clenching hard against her bones. Each swipe of his tongue, each brush of his lips, sent her spiraling.
She thrust her fingers into his hair, letting the silky strands wrap around them, holding on tight. Probably too tight, but she couldn’t get her fingers to loosen. He didn’t seem to care. Didn’t flinch, didn’t protest, didn’t stop.
He thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out, her thighs tensing, pressing together, the feeling too exquisite. He wrapped his hands around her inner thighs, his palms burning her soft skin, and pressed them open, holding them there.
Turning his focus to her clit, he lashed it with his tongue, over and over again.
She made a mewling noise, one she’d never made before.
Each flick of his tongue against her swollen flesh sent shooting stars of sensation skipping through her.
Her breath came out in a panting rhythm, her hips writhing, pressing against his mouth and then pulling away.
She wanted more, but at the same time, it was all too much.
Molten heat spread out from where his tongue and lips teased her, burning everything in its wake.
All that mattered was this. His mouth became the center of her universe.
Her nerve endings caught fire, the flames sweeping from her pelvis out to the tips of her fingers and toes. A wave of tingles followed. Her entire body trembled.
And suddenly, she was there, right on the edge. A little more and she’d tip over, into oblivion.
He circled her opening with the tip of his finger, the touch light, teasing. She moaned, her hips flexing, trying to coax him further. He eased the finger inside. She gasped, the sound almost a sob. Her inner muscles clenched hard.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His words were hoarse, his rough exhale brushing against her sensitive flesh. He pushed deeper, swirling his finger around, touching places that hadn’t been touched in forever. Secret, sensitive places. Places that made her want to purr with satisfaction.
He pressed another hot wet kiss against her clit, and added a second finger, pushing in slowly, filling her up. The pressure, the friction, the burn that bordered on hurt, was enough to send her over.
Except, there was no falling. It was like being launched from a catapult.
She squeezed her eyes closed, stars whizzing past as she skyrocketed over the edge. Her back arched. A sound part way between a gasp and a scream slipped out of her. She lifted her hips, trying to get closer—or maybe run away. She wasn’t sure.
He held her tight to him as he feasted. She writhed and squirmed, the sensation overwhelming, and yet a part of her still craved more.
He was relentless, his tongue and his lips everywhere, brushing and licking and sucking, his fingers pressing in and out of her until she was sure she would die from the pleasure.
And then it was over, her consciousness hurtling back to earth just as quickly as it was set free. She heaved in a breath, her muscles unclenching. Sank into the mattress, her body and soul light and boneless and satisfied.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She whimpered, her thighs quivering. Her entire body felt like one massive, exposed nerve. Even the slightest touch sent sensation sliding through her.
He gave one last lingering kiss that made her entire body tremble. She blinked her eyes open. He’d gotten to his feet and stood between her spread thighs, staring down at her. He licked his lips, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
The heat in his gaze incinerated her, turned her blood to ash. She lifted her arms.
He eased onto his side on the bed, pulling her against him.
He wrapped himself around her. The feel of his long, lean body against hers, his chest and leg hair tickling her skin, made her shiver.
He hauled her closer, probably thinking she was cold, which was laughable.
Pressed up against him like this, she was convinced she’d never be cold again.
She tucked her head under his chin and slid her arm around him. His spicy scent surrounded her, comforted her. Made her feel a peace she hadn’t felt in forever. She’d never be able to smell cedar again without thinking of this moment.
Without thinking of him.
She tipped her head to look at him. He was staring down at her.
Tension lined his handsome face. His erection was pressed against her belly, hot and so very hard.
But he didn’t draw attention to it by grinding against her, or try to pressure her into more.
Which was another reason why she lo—liked him so, so much.
Wanting to show him—and distract her own brain from such dangerous thoughts—she stretched up and pressed her lips to his.
He opened his mouth immediately. She swept her tongue inside, tasting herself.
It was decadent and wicked. Desire shot through her.
She needed more. Draping her leg over his hip, she rocked against his erection.
He made a deep, rumbling noise in the back of his throat.
The sound bounced through her nerve endings like an electrical charge.
While they kissed, he somehow maneuvered them so they were properly on the bed.
How he did it, she didn’t know, and at this point, didn’t care.
Because he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Like she was the air he needed to breathe.
She knew exactly how he felt.
They kissed for what felt like forever. Lazy, drunk kisses, all lips and tongues and teeth, the frantic edge growing with every moment.
He sucked on her lower lip, each pull making her nipples tingle and her pelvis clench.
She slid her hands over him, his shoulders, his ribs, his waist. Over the fabric that covered his hips, his butt. His hot skin burned her palms.
She nudged him over onto his back and sat up.
Her mouth watered at the picture he made, laid out there for her.
But she needed to see all of him. Not that he wasn’t so sexy it should be illegal, in his tight, black boxer briefs.
They formed to his hips and thighs like a second skin.
Did absolutely nothing to hide what was underneath.
She cupped his erection, giving a little squeeze for good measure. His moan might as well have been postmarked for the space between her thighs. She throbbed, an empty, achy feeling spiraling through her.
He rocked his hips, the hard, hot length of him sliding against her palm.
She teased her thumb against the head, the wetness of the fabric making her lick her lips.
The salty, musky, one-hundred-percent-Nick taste of him was imprinted on her soul.
He groaned, the sound raspy and broken. The way the muscles on his torso tensed fascinated her, so she did it again.
He grunted this time, the sound guttural, rumbling up from deep inside him. He threw his head back, the column of his throat rippling with his hard swallow. She loved seeing him like this. Uninhibited and wild. At his most primal.
She wanted more.
Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, she pulled them down his long legs. His erection sprang free, smacking against his stomach, leaving a smear of pre-come on his skin. She tossed his underwear on the floor, let her gaze roam over him.
He was magnificent.
His pale skin glowed in the soft lamp light, the ginger-colored dusting of hair on his chest, legs and groin shimmering.
But her gaze kept returning to his erection.
Not that she had much personal experience—the ones in porn didn’t count since they were usually outliers—but she’d say that he was well proportioned for his height, probably somewhere on the upper end of average.
The width, which was likely not anywhere near the average scale, was not something she had any experience with.
Girthy had not been one of Kevin’s attributes.
Not that she was surprised, since she’d had him in her mouth just a few days ago. But, in the dark, in the car, half dressed, it had felt… naughty and illicit. Fantasy come to life.
But here, in the light, it was real. He was real. And she wanted him like she’d never wanted anything else in her entire life.
She straddled him, lowering herself right over his erection, trapping it between them. He rocked his hips. His shaft slid against her sensitive, swollen flesh. She gasped, her hips pressing down.
The position was reminiscent of the night in her car, except this was so much better. Room to move made it better. The soft light in the room made it better. Both of them being naked made it infinitely better.
He slid his hands up her thighs, grabbed her hips. His gaze roamed all over her, as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look.
She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts.
Before she’d met him, she’d always been self-conscious about her body.
Her breasts were small and her hips narrow.
Kevin had always been more than happy to fill her in on her physical shortcomings.
He’d even gone so far as to suggest she might want to consider getting implants.
They could barely get food on the table some days, and he was worried about the size of her boobs.