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"Yeah?"
Her hand moved to grab mine again, this time slipping her fingers between mine as her other hand rose, resting on my chest right over my heart, settling there for a moment, then slipping up, going to the back of my neck, pulling me downward.
I knew what she wanted.
But I needed to hear it.
"Say it," I demanded, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've waited years to hear you say it, sure I never would."
Her head angled up a bit so her gaze could hold mine.
"Take me to bed, Niro," she demanded softly.
It sounded a fuck of a lot better than I'd ever imagined.
And I was about to find out how much better it was going to feel, too.
Chapter Fourteen
Andi
Niro's lips crashed down on mine. Hard. Hungry. Full of all the years he'd been wanting, but never having.
The desperation of it, the utter relief of it, seemed to vibrate off of him and into me, making me feel tingly as his hands slid down my spine, slipping over my backside, sinking into the flesh, dragging me up to my tiptoes, then off of them.
I dangled there just above the ground for a moment as his tongue moved inside to claim mine before he lifted me higher, his pelvis flush with mine.
My legs responded to the silent order, my thighs parting, sliding around his hips to cross over his lower back as my arms did the same to his neck.
A growling noise escaped Niro as he turned us, lowering down onto my couch, his fingers massaging my butt as his teeth nipped my lower lip, drawing little mewling noises out of me.
My hips shifted further up on his lap, feeling his hardness press against me, making me jerk back with a hiss as a tingle of need skittered across my nerve endings.
Niro's eyes opened, heavy-lidded, full of the desire that was blooming through my core, spreading outward, little tendrils of heat that made my skin feel overly sensitive, my clothes scratchy and uncomfortable.
My hands settled on his shoulders, steadying me, as I lifted up slightly, repositioning so that his need met mine, then sliding along his length.
"Fuck," Niro hissed as a whimper escaped me. His hand lifted, then fell limply at his side. "We can stop," he told me, voice tight.
"No, we can't," I objected, reaching for his hand, sliding it up my hip, my belly, then over the swell of my breast. As his palm slid over the swell, his breath hissed out between his teeth, making the pressure on my lower stomach become painful.
Niro's gaze slipped to mine, watching me as his thumb found my nipple, circling it until it hardened before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
My hips slid against him, starting to move in slow, torturous circles, not quite giving me what I really needed, but easing a bit of the ache between my thighs.
A low grumble moved through Niro as he leaned forward, hands grabbing the hem of my shirt, dragging it up, pinning it under my neck as his lips closed over my nipple without any barrier.
A tremor moved through my body as his lips sucked, making my restless movements against him more demanding, more desperate.
"Niro," I whimpered as his tongue started tracing lazy circles. "Please," I added, grinding down harder against him, seeking relief.
The movement was so fast that I didn't get a chance to suck in my breath before I went from straddling him to pinned beneath him. Balancing on one arm, he yanked my shirt up further, pinning my arms, then trailing his lips down the column of my neck, my chest, back down to my breast.
"I've waited for this for years. I'm taking my time," he told me before his lips closed around my other nipple, making me arch up into his mouth.
He worked me until my nipples felt overheated, too sensitive, borderline painful, before his face slid between, his lips blazing a slow trail downward.
I fought against my t-shirt, freeing my arms, sinking my fingers into his silky hair as his fingertips started inching my pants downward, urging my hips up to slide them down, pushing up to pull them off my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my underwhelming nude pink undies.
But you'd have thought it was silky lingerie by the way his eyes heated, his breath caught.
Before I could even enjoy his reaction, his body was moving downward, slipping between my thighs, and sealing his lips over my cleft through the barely-there material of my panties, making my body jolt violently at the unexpected contact, something that only made a rumbling noise move through him again as his tongue found my clit and started to work it. The soft friction of my panties created an unexpected, new sensation that blanked out everything but the feel of him but the way he was slowly, gently, but steadily driving me upward, forcing me toward that peak.
