My fingers dig into his hair, pulling him closer, silentlybegging him for more. He releases me before I want him to, but then his mouth is on the move again and his tongue is tracing the line of my hip bone.
And there’s his sought-after sigh. He remembered my favorite spot.
“Of course I remembered,” he whispers and I’m not sure if I voiced my thoughts out loud or if he just knows me well enough by now to hear them anyway.
My eyes flutter closed because I’m too overwhelmed with sensations to focus, and Nick is doing things to my body that no one else ever has and dammit, I missed this. I missed him.
And it’s so good. Maybe it’s too good. Maybe this was a terrible idea.
My whole body tenses as I wonder if we’re making a huge fucking mistake.
Nick pauses his ministrations, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. “Hey. You okay?”
I nod, keeping my eyes clenched firmly shut.
“Jessica. Look at me and tell me that you’re really okay.” His weight shifts off of me and I miss the warmth and comfort of him instantly.
I push down the threat of tears because I am not going to do that right now. I open my eyes and immediately find his, the hazel tinged with worry. “I’m okay.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
I reach for him, my hand finding a place on his chest. His heart beats furiously under my palm, and I let the rhythm of it ground me. “This is just a lot, you know? Idon’t think I realized how much I missed you until this very moment.”
“I’m right here. And I’ll be here as long as you want me to be. Okay?”
I look for the catch, the deception or the empty promise hidden in his pretty words. But there isn’t one. All I see in Nick’s eyes is honesty, and hope, and maybe even a little bit of love.
“Okay.” I bring his mouth down to mine, but he keeps the kiss short.
He settles onto his back, tucking me into his chest in the same cuddle position we were in earlier.
“What are you doing?” I shift onto my side so I can look at him easier.
“If you’re having any qualms, we’re not doing this, Jess.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not having qualms, Nick, I was having emotions. You are not going to get me this worked up and then not get me off. That’s just rude.”
He chuckles, the nerve of him. “How worked up are you?”
I take his hand and guide it in between my legs. I’m still wearing my fancy red underwear, but I know my wetness has soaked through the fabric. He cups me, and I roll my hips so the heel of his palm presses down on my clit.
“Jesus, Jess, you’re so wet.”
I’m not sure why he seems surprised by this information, given the delectable torture his mouth was engaged in just a few minutes ago. “What are you going to do about it?”
His hesitation lasts for less than a second. “Take off your panties.”
The command leaves me a little breathless, but I don’t hesitate to obey. My eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants and it twitches as I return to his side, fully bared to him.
“Come here.” Nick takes my hips in his hands and guides me, positions me so my knees are on either side of his head.
I suck in a breath.
This is new.
It’s something I’ve written about in my books, but never actually tried myself. I’m sure Nick would have been up for it, but I was always too self-conscious to ask. I don’t often live out my fantasies on the page, but I’ll make an exception for this.
“Have you read my books, Nick Matthews?”
