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She lifted her legs, realizing his were bare. His lean hips brushed her inner thighs, and his thick cock lay heavy on her pelvis.
Whimpering, she looked down. “Let me see you.”
“Feel me,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. He slid up and down, his cock separating the slick lips of her sex, hitting her clit at the perfect angle.
“See and feel,” she insisted, sliding her arm between their bodies to reach for him.
She caught his erection in her hand, shocked at how big and hot it was. He’d already sheathed himself with a condom, but she could feel his pounding pulse through the rubber.
“You’re bigger than that cookie,” she said, nibbling on her lip as she acknowledged just how much Nick Santori had been hiding beneath his clothes.
He groaned and dipped closer, sliding in her a little at a time. “You’re sweeter than that cookie.” He pushed a bit more, easing into her with incredible restraint. “And you are definitely creamy enough to handle me.”
She didn’t doubt it. He’d aroused her half out of her mind and right now, she wanted him plunging to the hilt inside her. Grabbing his hips, she dug her nails into his butt and arched up for him. “Take me, Nick. Fill me up.”
He seemed to forget about restraint because he did exactly what she asked, plunging hard and deep until Izzie howled at how good it felt.
He stretched her, embedded himself in her, then drew out and plunged again. “Oh, my God,” she groaned. “This is amazing.”
Better than amazing. It was absolute perfection. Worth every one of the years she’d waited for it.
Thrusting up, Izzie took what he gave and demanded even more. When she became too frenzied, he slowed the pace, showing so much control she wanted to sob in frustration. But he wouldn’t relent, taunting her with slow, deep strokes and teasing half-ones. He kissed her so often and so deeply she wasn’t sure she’d remember how to breathe when she wasn’t sharing the breath from his lungs.
Finally, though, she heard the tiny groans he couldn’t contain. His hips thrust harder, more frantically, and she wrung as much as she could out of every stroke.
“I can’t…oh, Izzie…”
“Do it,” she ordered, feeling another climax building in her from the friction of their locked bodies. “I’ll come with you.”
That seemed to satisfy him-that he had her permission-and he finally lost his head and gave her the deep, pounding thrusts they both needed. Again. And again. Until he threw his head back and shouted as he reached his climax.
She found hers a second later and wrapped her legs tightly around him to ride it out.
As if knowing the floor was hard against her back, Nick scooped her in his arms and lay down, dragging her on top of him. They were both panting, gasping for air, and he kissed her temple, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty face.
“Izzie? I have to tell you something.” His words were rushed. Choppy.
“Yes?”
Closing his eyes, he dropped his head back onto the floor.
“I’m going to call you Cookie until the day I die.”
6
FUNNY. Nick had once thought that having absolutely mind-blowing sex with a woman would make her friendlier. At least more approachable.
No. Uh-uh. Not Izzie Natale. Because within minutes of their incredible lovemaking in the back of the delivery van, she was back to freezing him out, trying to act like nothing had changed between them.
After sex like that, he’d kind of expected to be invited in for a cup of coffee…if not dessert. Oh, man, he was never going to look at a cannoli the same way again.
But she hadn’t invited him in. Hadn’t answered him when he’d asked if she wanted to go get a bite to eat somewhere. And over the next couple of days, hadn’t returned his calls. Hadn’t even met his eye in the past couple of days.
The woman was killing him, she really was.
When he’d finally confronted her on the sidewalk in front of the bakery Friday afternoon, she’d erupted. “It was a one time thing, Nick. It was fabulous, I loved it, but it’s not going to happen again. Because if it does, then you’re going to be more of a pain about wanting me to go get a pizza with you, or go visit the folks, and then the whole neighborhood will be congratulating poor little Izzie for finally landing her man.”
She’d stalked inside without saying another word. She hadn’t needed to. He got the message, loud and clear. She’d loved the sex, she just didn’t want all the stuff that went with having a sexual relationship. Or any relationship whatsoever.
He thought about proposing that they just set up a weekly sex-buddy meeting in the parked van behind her shop, suspecting he could have her on those terms if he wanted her.
