Page 71 of Lay Down the Law

He’d forgotten how beautiful a woman could be, and what that kind of beauty did to a man. His need for her was urgent and torturous, and for the first time in his life Nick refused to consider anything even remotely related to good judgment. He refused to consider the fact that he was about to venture beyond the point of no return.

Tentatively, she reached out and cupped him through his slacks. Setting his jaw, he moved against her, aware that the world had started to crumble beneath his feet. Fighting to slow his body, he stilled, trying to remember how he’d managed in the past. It had been so long since a woman had touched him. Since he’d even considered making love. He knew a moment of panic when he considered the possibility that it would all be over if he didn’t slow things down.

Easing her hand to her side, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and eased them down her hips. His heart beat in an ever-increasing rhythm at the sight of her curls, dark against the pale flesh of her pelvis. He felt her hands at his zipper, but he didn’t stop her this time. He didn’t have that much control.

He kissed her languidly. Simultaneously, she tugged his slacks down his hips. Pulling away slightly, Nick fought off his shirt, then stepped out of his boxers. He kissed her neck, aware of his arousal nudging her belly, feeling every touch like a jolt of electricity.

Erin started toward the bed, but Nick swept her into his arms. Kissing her deeply, he crossed the room and lowered her to the mattress. She moved against him. The sensation of her flesh against his made him breathless and weak.

“It’s been a long time for me,” he murmured huskily.

“Me, too,” she whispered. “Are you…okay with this?”

He knew what she was asking and suddenly it was important to him that she know he wasn’t still mourning his wife. “You’re the first since Rita,” he said. “But I’m okay. I’ve had enough time, Erin. I don’t feel like I’m cheating on her or anything.”

Her smile dazzled him. “I’m glad, Nick. However this turns out, whatever happens between us after tonight, I want you to know I’m incredibly glad we’ve had this time together.”

Her words elicited a smile—and a lot more emotion than he wanted to admit. He wanted to say more, but something made him hold back. He wasn’t sure where this would lead. There were still too many issues standing between them. The only thing he knew for certain was that he cared for her, and he wanted to make love to her more than he wanted his next breath.

He touched her cheek, loving the softness of her flesh beneath his fingertips. He touched her eyelids. Her mouth. Her lips. He groaned when she suckled his fingertips. The sweet intimacy of it made his heart race. His restraint slipped another notch. He began to shake. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips, her neck. He drank in the taste of her, wanting all of her and more, knowing in some small corner of his mind that he would never get enough.

She gasped when he laved kisses over her breasts, then down her belly. She tensed when he reached her navel, but Nick didn’t stop. One by one, his senses shut down until all he knew was the need raging through him.

“Let me kiss you here,” he whispered, moving lower.

For a moment, he feared she would resist. Something broke free inside him when she opened to him. Her cry barely registered when his mouth found her. He savored her, knowing the moment was fleeting, telling himself that was the way he wanted it. Emotion blended with physical sensation, but he ruthlessly shoved it aside. He didn’t want emotion. He wanted sex. His body craved release. Pure. Simple. Uncomplicated.

He didn’t stop when she cried out his name. Her nails raked through his hair when she crested. Nick didn’t relent, but took her to the precipice a second time, knowing that very soon he would go over the edge with her. He could only hope they would both survive the fall.

* * *

Erin had never dreamed lovemaking could be like this. Never dreamed her body and heart could be so intricately entwined—or so at odds. Never dreamed both could betray her so thoroughly.

“Nick…”

Fierce waves built low in her belly, shaking her from the inside out. He was making her lose control again. He was making her feel things she didn’t want to feel. Physically. Emotionally.

“McNeal.”

She opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her. The intensity of his gaze devastated her. She tried to hide what she knew in her heart to be true, what she felt in her body, but he’d somehow stripped her bare with those dark, knowing eyes, and looked into her soul, where all her secrets lay in a neat, endless row.

“That’s never happened to me before,” she whispered. “I mean, I’ve never…lost control like that.”

“You’ve never…”

Embarrassment washed over her, but the need to tell him, to confess that she’d never before experienced her full sexuality, was stronger. She wanted him to know he’d just taken her to a beautiful, elusive place she’d never ventured. “I’ve…never… I mean, I’ve never…”

His eyes darkened with sudden understanding and he smiled. “Well, I’m honored to be the first.”

Even through her embarrassment, she felt a smile emerge. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Ah, I already have.”

“Why did you…I mean, why did you…make it happen for me that way?”

“It’s been a long time for me. I think this is probably going to end…quickly. I didn’t want it to be…one-sided.”

His openness and his willingness to share something so very personal with her touched her deeply. “It hasn’t been one-sided.”