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One large hand cupped a breast, teasing her nipple through the lace, his thumb circling the peak. “You are so beautiful.”
She embraced the sensations roiling through her body, his touch setting off little explosions of pleasure. She gave in to her own desire, stroking her fingers over his pecs, tracing the whorls of hair covering them. It was springy under her hands, its rough texture a contrast to the sleek, smooth skin underneath.
Nik pushed her lace cami over her breasts and lowered his head to take one nipple in his mouth. Wet heat sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she arched off the bed, wordlessly begging him to continue. Jules gripped his shoulders, surprised by the force of the feelings racing through her. Since Ava, her nipples were more sensitive, but being this close to orgasm from Nik’s stimulation of them was nothing she’d ever experienced before. When his teeth grazed the tip of one, her sex clenched, and Jules let out an involuntary cry.
Nik released her nipple and looked up at her. “Like that?” His smile could have been smug except for the heat burning in his eyes, heat that promised even more pleasure to come.
“You have no idea.” Her voice was husky, thick with need. Jules gave Nik a gentle push, rolling him onto his back. She pulled her cami the rest of the way off before straddling him. Slowly, inch by inch, she paid him the same attention Nik had given her. His chest was broad, his skin faintly salty as she tasted her way down his chest. When she reached the band of his briefs, she dragged a single fingernail along the elastic. His cock twitched as she moved her hand nearer, and she cupped him through the thin fabric. He was bigger than she remembered. She ran her hand along his length, slowly stroking him.
“You’re killing me, princess.”
“Princess?” Jules arched an eyebrow, even as she continued stroking him.
Nik’s eyes blazed with an emotion she couldn’t identify. “The day I met Ava you were wearing that yellow dress, playing make-believe. You looked beautiful, and I wanted you to be my princess.”
His princess?The reverence in his voice wrapped around her, making her feel cherished. Jules ducked her head and slipped her hand into Nik’s shorts to hide her discomfort with his confession. He didn’t have feelings for her. It was too soon. Time to distract both of them. She wrapped her hand around his erection, his groan of appreciation music to her ears.
With a swift tug, she had his briefs down far enough to reveal everything hidden inside, and she paused to admire his masculine beauty. His cock was heavy in her hand, the smooth skin warm to her touch. She inhaled his scent, the deep musk sending a flood of wetness between her own thighs. Without hesitating, she took him into her mouth and rolled her tongue over his tip, tasting the moisture that had accumulated as she teased him.
His indrawn breath was all the encouragement she needed to continue, taking him as deep as she could before slowly moving back up. With her lips and tongue, she worked to bring him as close to the edge as she was. Nik’s hand gripped her head, but he let her set the pace, never forcing more on her than she could handle. The sense of control was empowering, so different from Michael, who had been selfish and demanding. She banished the thought of Michael and focused on pleasuring Nik.
As Jules moved to take him deep again, Nik’s hands stilled her. “Enough. I’m too close, and I want to feel you around me.”
His words triggered a burst of self-satisfaction, and Jules moved to shimmy off her panties and help Nik kick off his boxers. “Condoms? I’m on other birth control, but—”
“Condoms are in my bag. Outer pocket.”
Jules stood and found the condoms where Nik said they would be. She took one and dropped the rest on the bedside table. With trembling fingers, she tore the foil and rolled the condom down Nik’s erection, impatience making her clumsy. He grasped her wrist and tugged, but she pulled away and straddled him again. With slow, deliberate movements, she positioned herself over him and dragged his head along her sex, slicking him with her moisture before notching him against her opening. Desire raged, and she wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside her. With exquisite slowness, she lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, glorying in the delicious feeling of fullness and being stretched.
Nik groaned as she took him inside, his body impossibly still as he watched her with burning eyes. He rested his hands on her hips, his thumbs stroking along the curve of her belly, sending chills over her. Jules leaned forward, her hands on Nik’s chest, and began moving. The slow drag of him along her walls had pleasure spiralling inside her, and she increased her pace.
Nik’s hips were thrusting, mirroring her every move. “I’m getting close,” he warned. He slipped one hand between them, his fingers finding her clit and circling it.
Jules let out a moan and moved faster, grinding against his hand as she squeezed his cock inside her. His fingers were magic, driving her to the very edge of ecstasy, only to pull her back from the brink and let her regain control. Finally, as her movements became frantic, Nik stroked her in the exact spot she needed. Pleasure crashed over her, and her world exploded. Even as she rode her wave, she could feel Nik throbbing inside her as he reached his own release. When everything started to come back into focus, she let herself collapse onto Nik, their chests heaving in perfect rhythm.
CHAPTER22
Nik woke slowly, lying motionless when he felt the warm body pressed against him. It had been a long time since he’d woken up beside a woman. The last one had been Vanessa. In the years that had passed since his divorce, he’d always made sure to keep his hookups casual. And that meant never staying all night.
The one time he’d been disappointed to wake up alone had been the morning after his first night with Jules. Their instant connection in the bar had led to laughter and jokes and had culminated in a night of passion he’d never forgotten. He’d woken aching for her, alone in cold sheets. Having her here now showed him just what he’d missed.
Now Jules snuggling next to him feltright, even if he couldn’t pin down why. What was it about Jules that called to him so much? She was smart and capable, but so were dozens of other women he’d worked with over the years. She was beautiful, but in a very different way from the other women he’d dated. Blonde and petite were not usually his type. He wrapped his arm around her, careful not to wake her as he pulled her closer. He could get used to this. Hewantedto get used to it.
When he couldn’t ignore his biological needs any longer, Nik slipped out of the bed, trying not to disturb Jules. He pulled on his briefs and padded around the suite, taking care of the necessities and making himself coffee while he tried to decide next steps. He didn’t know what had changed Jules’s mind the night before about keeping their relationship strictly platonic, but he didn’t want her regretting that decision this morning.
For the first time since Vanessa, he was cautiously optimistic about building a relationship that would last more than a couple of nights. Now he needed to convince Jules. If she felt like he was trying to control her, she might view him as being like Michael. He could lose her and damage his fledgling relationship with his daughter too. He would have to proceed carefully.
Nik was considering arguments in favour of a permanent relationship when he heard Jules get up and go to the bathroom. He was determined to show her they belonged together, but he would have to go slow. She’d rejected him immediately the last time he’d offered, because he’d acted too soon. He needed to build trust. He poured a cup of coffee for her and wandered back into the bedroom to wait for her.
The sight of her when she opened the bathroom door hit him in the chest. Jules had pulled on her discarded jersey, and it hung midway down her thighs. Nik had seen the lace panties she had worn peeking out from under the edge of the bed, so he knew she had nothing on under the jersey, and he was getting hard thinking about lifting it over her head and revealing the treasures hidden underneath. Their flight wasn’t for hours, so he had lots of time ...
“Morning, beautiful.” Nik handed Jules the mug of coffee and pulled her close, leaning down to kiss her.
Jules met him halfway, tilting her head up to close the distance between them. Her lips were cool, and she tasted of minty toothpaste when she opened her mouth to his probing tongue. Relief mingled with desire at her willingness. He’d worried she would regret last night. The sound of the china cup being set on the bedside table vaguely registered, but it was enough for Nik to know he was safe to pull Jules close. He pressed her back onto the bed and climbed over her, never breaking their kiss.
Nik slid one hand under the edge of her jersey and dragged it higher, fingers trailing over inches of pale skin as the fabric lifted. They grazed the triangle of blonde curls between her thighs, a siren song begging him to bury his face between her legs.
The jersey bunched under her arms, and he cupped a breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers, drinking in the little sounds of pleasure Jules made in the back of her throat. She was so responsive, something that made him want to find every way possible to bring her pleasure. Their first night together, both of them had been well lubricated with alcohol, and he had thought his memories of her passion had been exaggerated. Last night had erased that thought, and now he couldn’t wait to experience the magic with her again.
