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It was a line. She was sure it was. She trembled anyway, from his words and his technique. He knew just how to pull on the sore tips, pressing them against the roof of his mouth before easing back and drawing lightly.
“You like caramel apples?” she managed.
He slipped back for a moment. “Never tried them. But caramel nipples suit me just fine.”
Another laugh bubbled out of her, and that was more of a revelation than Patrick’s oral talents. She smiled and laughed all the time when he was around, whether it was at work when he cracked some silly joke before heading in to speak to Easton or right now, while he tormented her nipple betwee
n his teeth.
Pleasure gathered in the pit of her belly and her skin burned from within, but she still wanted to laugh. Wanted to enjoy every minute she had with him. Maybe they were more precious because they felt so fleeting. Anytime now, she’d open her eyes and realize she’d been dreaming this whole night.
To anchor herself, Nikki touched his hair, amazed at its softness. He kept it in the messy style that had become fashionable, a little too long in back and spiky on top, but it felt like cornsilk in her hand. She scooped up more and urged him to take her breast fully into his mouth. He obliged with a low slurping sound that sent ripples of desire through her system.
“Now then,” he murmured, pulling back. He gave her a quick smile at her disappointed cry. “You want me to stroke it?” His fingers glided up and down his steely length. It was her turn to gasp. “If so, I think you should start stroking, too.”
She wasn’t ready to completely abandon her new role—though he’d pretty much already taken over—but she also needed some sort of relief. Watching him, she ran her palms up her torso to her heavy breasts. She cupped them and scraped her nails over the wet tips, startled by the sound of unadulterated longing the movement wrenched from her lips. His mouth action had just primed her for more.
“Feel good?” His voice sounded so deep and…raw.
“Yes.” She quivered from his open attention. Quivered more when he gripped his hard-on and jerked in even pulls. “You?”
“Do I feel good?” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Why yeah, guess I do. Know what would feel better?”
She released one of her breasts to grab her tail. With a grin, she tapped it against his stomach, just missing his cock. It still leaped as if he’d expected the blow. “Thought you understood this was my show.”
“You thought wrong.”
He seized her arms and reversed their positions until she was underneath him. She wriggled with laughter as he fought to pin her hands. For a second, she gained control, but then he tickled her ribs and slipped his leg between hers, just enough distraction for him to get hold of her wrists.
When they were stretched above her head, he bent down to suck on her nipple, drawing it into his warm mouth before she even knew what had happened. By the time she figured it out, she was already limp in his hold.
“Mmm.” Not moaning took epic effort. “You’ll pay, Nolan.”
“Will I?” He nipped her flesh and flicked his tongue over the bite. “How are you going to manage that when you’re not moving from this position until my dick’s been inside you?”
He lifted his head and brought his lips hard down on hers, stealing her response. And her sanity. Before she knew what was happening, he’d divested her of her costume. He tossed it aside and ran his hands down her body territorially, his eyes shining with need. “This is all mine tonight. And I’ll use it as I see fit.”
She beat a fist halfheartedly against his back. In protest or a demand for more, she wasn’t sure. Then he dragged her headfirst into another desperate kiss and she forgot she was supposed to be the one dominating him.
He rubbed his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth as if he had hours, days, maybe even months to devote to this one thing. She could taste the caramel from her breasts and the punch from the party, an odd and memorable combination. Vaguely, she realized he’d shifted between her legs and now ground against her in a mimic of what they both yearned for. His movements slowed, dialing down until his cock hardly nudged her pussy. But even the hint of what he could give her was enough to soak them both with her arousal.
Oh God, was it ever.
“You. Have. To. Move,” she said in between mind-spinning kisses, trying to ignore the press of his erection against her sensitive center. Sense only went so far, especially when presented with temptation like this. “Condoms,” she gasped, digging her nails into his corded biceps.
“Uh huh.” Clearly unconcerned, he returned to kissing her, nibbling his way from the corner of her mouth to her cheek then over to her ear. He tugged the lobe between his teeth and probed between her thighs with his fingers, not wasting any time. With one sure stroke, he delved inside her, his tongue swirling over her ear as he pushed in and out.
“Look what you’ve been saving for me.” He licked her neck, and she let out a tortured moan. “Your pussy’s so wet, so ready for my cock. You want it, don’t you? Tell me you want it, Nik. Beg me.”
“Yes.” Her head moved back and forth over the bedding as she fought to shove more of her sex into his waiting palm. “I want it. Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Nine
Patrick’s gut twisted with need. She sounded like a siren, determined to pull him to his sensual death. He’d go willingly. Happily. And likely plead with her to do it all over again afterward.
“What? A year’s too long for you?” He fisted a handful of her hair and brought her face back front and center until her eyes were inches from his. The silence beat between them, its pulse as heavy as the heat rising between their bodies. “It was a lifetime for me. Nik…” He swallowed. Not yet. Take it easy. “God, I want you.”
Her gaze implored him and her lips shook with words unsaid. Enough answer for him.
