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While he still could, he rose to grab his costume. He’d been smart enough to tuck a couple condoms in the voluminous pockets and dug them out with a triumphant smile. “Planned ahead this time,” he said, returning to the bed.
“Smart boy.”
He hadn’t been so smart last year. Though he’d cornered Nikki under the stairs with one thought on his mind, he’d forgotten condoms. Luckily Nik had produced one from her bra. This time he hadn’t intended to take any chances.
“More like desperate boy.” It took two tries for him to sheath his cock. Good Christ, he was shaking. Like a virgin. Or a guy who knew he wasn’t only nailing his brother’s sexy, fun assistant. He wanted a lot more from Nikki than one night. And this was the start. If he fumbled this, if he screwed up even more than he already had by not making sure she knew which brother she was sleeping with…
“I miss you,” she said with a faint whine, and he chuckled and finished the job. He’d have plenty of time to worry later.
She spread her legs, and he settled between them, his attention riveted on her face. He dragged the head of his cock along her seam, building the anticipation. Teasing them both. “Not another year,” he said, registering her look of puzzlement an instant before he plunged.
“God, yes.” One or both of them said it. At that point their voices sounded the same in his mind.
Sinking into her warm heat, he let the sense of familiarity wash over him, steeping himself in her smells and sounds. Slowly, he started to rock. She felt just as he remembered. Soft. Pliant. Eager to match whatever he dished out. She was the perfect enthusiastic lover, more than his partner in bed.
But the urgency of her cries took him by surprise. Last year she’d moaned, but not like this. She whimpered and clutched at his arms, holding on for dear life.
He slid deep and retreated, again and again. She was so drenched and tight, fitting snugly around his cock. She wound her legs around his waist and arched into his thrusts, encouraging him to let go. To fuck her without reservation. She sliced her nails over his shoulders as she tugged him closer. So close. He lowered his face to hers and swept her up into a slumberous kiss that belied the frenetic drive of his body into hers. He drew on her tongue, tasting caramel and candy and Nikki, while he pushed her to yield to his relentless need.
“Don’t fight it.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, which had started to curl in the humidity of her bedroom. “C’mon, Nik. You know what I want.”
That he panted in between the words didn’t dilute their meaning. He wanted, needed, her to come. Soon, before he ended things faster than anticipated. She felt that damn good.
Without making a sound, she curved toward him, angling so that he hit her in a whole new way. The right way, apparently, because her eyes widened and her lips parted as her release poured over him, catching him in the vortex of spasms deep inside her. Trapped inside the unrelenting furnace of her body, he met her gaze, helpless against the urge to drop his forehead to hers. “God. Could spend forever inside you.”
“Mmm. No arguments here.”
Her purring laughter rolled over him while her aftershocks began to subside. He almost hated to feel them lessen. The only cure was to make her keep coming all night long. Maybe that way she’d feel more charitable and wouldn’t want to lop off his mini-Patrick when he finally confessed all.
He pulled out of her, grinning at her pussy’s reluctance to let him go. “You have lube?” he asked, kissing her gently when she shivered.
“Top drawer,” she said, indicating the nightstand. “But you didn’t come yet.”
“All in due time, bad kitty.” He eased away from her and groaned as he evaded her grasping hands. “Keep those to yourself. Better yet,” he stepped away and opened the drawer, “play with your pussy for me. I want you on the verge of another climax when I get back to that bed.”
“It’s two inches away.” Her lips quirked. “What am I? A miracle worker?”
But she did what he asked, spreading her lower lips with one hand and running her thumb up and down her cleft. Her residual shudders took all his attention, and it took him a moment to remember why he’d left the bed in the first place.
When he opened the drawer and saw the small tube of lube, he smiled. Beside it were two vibrators, one slim and basic, the other with bumps and contours. He grabbed the contoured one and the lube and returned to her side, lowering himself to the mattress to watch her attend to her own pleasure.
She lowered her lids to half-mast while her finger slipped inside up to the first knuckle. He stretched his hand over her stomach as she toyed with herself, enjoying her open appreciation of her own body and the way her cheeks flushed from his touch. “Pretty, sexy Nikki.”
“You’re pretty sexy yourself, Mr. Nolan.” Her eyes drifted open and she started to say more when a high-pitched screech from above nearly sent Patri
ck flying backward off the bed. She grabbed him and giggled. “It’s the bat. It’s supposed to be motion-activated, but it’s basically dead. It only goes off every ten times, and even then it’s delayed.”
He glanced up at the evil furry thing. “How charming. I can see why you want it greeting the unfortunate men who dare crawl between your sheets.”
“There aren’t any.” When he grinned, she rolled her eyes. “I mean, of course there have been some, but not in a while. Not since…”
“Last year?” He filled in softly, leaning in to cover her mouth with his. After another long kiss, she eased back.
“Yes.” With her free hand, she brushed her fingers through his hair. Her other hand never stopped moving between her legs. “That quickie sex under the stairs was all I’ve gotten in way too long.”
Even a deaf moron could have heard the regretful tinge to her voice. “So I have a lot to make up for.”
Instead of waiting for her answer, he kissed a path down her body, letting his lips wander over her collarbone and the delicate line of her shoulders, to the subtle curve of her breast and below to the peak that rose under his mouth. He bit and sucked, gauging the speed of her finger in her pussy. How easily she trusted her body to him. She didn’t hoard her pleasure but shared it with him, offering it up as a gift for them both.
