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Kneeling in front of me, he skims his hands slowly up the outsides of my bare legs. “Christ, Avery. You’re so lovely.” His caress moves inward, his fingertips drifting over the patch of trimmed curls between my thighs. “So soft.”
He plays there for a moment, making me crazy for more. When his fingers delve into my slick cleft, I whimper, helpless to bite it back.
He groans as he strokes my folds. His thumb grazes my clit, just enough to make me mad for more. Then I feel him enter me, his fingers sinking deep. I cry out as he fucks me slowly with his hand. “Your pussy is so wet and hot. I knew it would be.” He strokes me some more, nearly to my breaking point, before withdrawing on a low groan. “Open for me, Avery. Before I fuck you, I need to know how sweet you taste. I want to make you come.”
My head tips back as he guides my legs apart, then presses his mouth to my sex. His tongue slips wetly over my clit, swirling around the hard bundle of nerves in a rhythm that makes my vision blur with ecstasy. His lips drive me wild, mindless. And then his fingers join his mouth and I am lost.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, as my orgasm crashes over me in a violent wave. I clutch Nick’s hair in my fists as my hips buck against his mouth and my body shudders with release.
It’s so good.
He is so good.
And he’s relentless, wringing every last quiver and cry from me with the masterful play of his hands and lips and tongue against my sensitive flesh.
This night is going to spoil me for any other man. I think I knew that even before he put his skillful mouth on me.
If I’m not careful, Nick Baine is going to be my ruin.
But I don’t want to be careful with him.
And as he rises up to take my hand and lead me out of the living room, I have to admit that right now, being careful is just about the last thing on my mind.
Chapter 10
His hand engulfing mine, Nick brings me into his palatial bedroom. Crisp, modern furnishings and walls of windows define this space as well. Not that I have much chance to notice the details. As soon as we enter, he wheels me around to face him. His movements have an almost predatory grace and control as he catches me against the solid wall of his clothed body and his arms encircle my back, powerful and warm.
He takes my mouth in a consuming kiss. I can taste his need, his demand. I can taste myself too, in the lingering sweetness on his lips, on his tongue. I sink into his strength on a strangled cry, my nerve endings still vibrating from my orgasm a moment ago.
Still kissing me, Nick starts stepping me backward, toward the massive king-sized bed that I glimpsed from the door. With hands roaming, our kiss unbroken as we move, it’s as if we’re dancing, not walking. Legs entwined, arms wrapped around each other, our bodies refuse to part as he guides me through the darkened room.
I’m growing dizzy and hot all over again, my breath sawing out of my lungs in tempo with his as we reach the edge of a soft area rug near the bed. My bare feet sink into luxurious softness that feels as decadent as fleece beneath my soles. Another two paces and the backs of my thighs meet the side of the bed.
Nick has me caged in his arms, his hands burying in my loose hair as he greedily devours my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper harshly as the rush of another orgasm begins to boil inside me.
My cleft is soaking wet, both from the climax he gave me and from the unbearable need to have him inside me. I need it now. I want him so desperately, it staggers me.
Clutching him to hold myself upright, I tip my head back on a gasp as his kiss leaves my mouth and heads for my throat, his tongue dipping into the sensitive hollow above my sternum. His hands caress me with growing urgency now, descending my spine, curving around the swell of my naked ass. He squeezes my flesh, parting me, kneading me as his mouth trails fire onto my breasts.
He drags me closer, grinding our hips together. The huge ridge of his erection is a delicious pressure that speeds my pulse and leaves me shaking. He knows what he’s doing to me, of course. He knows what I crave. Sliding his fingers between my thighs, he flicks my clit until I’m nearly frenzied with sensation.
I need to touch him too. I reach between us and feel him as strong as steel beneath the fine fabric of his pants. I squeeze and stroke his shaft over his clothing, reveling in the power that surges against my palm and fingers.
His answering groan only makes me hotter. Bolder. I unfasten the button closure and unzip enough so I can slide my hand inside. God, he’s immense. Long and thick and pulsing. Slick moisture coats my fingers as I skim them over the head of his cock. His hips thrust and my sex clenches in response. I can’t take the waiting for another second.
I squirm and shift in his arms, shocked at how easily this man can turn me molten.
“Nick.” His name boils out of me on a low moan. “Nick, please . . . fuck me.”
His reply is wordless, a tight snarl that gusts against my parted lips. He lowers his head and stares at me from under the slashes of his brows, his hooded gaze primal and ravenous. His face is taut with visible strain, his squared jaw rigid as his nostrils flare with every ragged breath.
His hands come up to rest on my shoulders. Although his touch is gentle, I can tell his control is at its limit when he gives me a little shove, pushing me down onto my back on the mattress.
I scoot toward the center, quaki
ng with anticipation. My fingers have made his dark hair a wild crown of disheveled waves that gleam bluish-black under the twinkling city lights outside the large bedroom windows as he begins to strip out of his clothing. His hands move roughly over the buttons of his shirt as he steps out of his shoes. The shirt is tossed aside a second later, revealing broad shoulders and a muscled chest that tapers to a perfectly cut abdomen. His pants go next, followed by dark boxer briefs that barely contain his engorged cock. He finishes undressing and stands before me naked and mouth-wateringly erect.
