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“No?” he echoed in disbelief.
“You might have wanted him longer and probably want nothing but to cut his head off.”
“Hell, yes—”
“But I want him, too.”
“Isaiah…”
“No. Mine, Nic.”
She elbowed him, then heaved him closer. Then she was hugging him, and it was only then that he realized he was trembling. Nicola peppered kisses on his face, light and comforting, as she climbed his lap.
“Hey. It’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it now. We just made it. We are alive.Yousaved my life.”
His hand clasped around her waist, greedily taking what she offered at that moment. Odd, but she was warmer than he was now, a peaceful furnace that made the trembling stop. He sniffed her neck, inhaling her scent, then reciprocated the kisses peppered on his face when he covered her mouth with his. The warmth extended there, the kisses equally comforting—then a groan was let go when her tongue came into play and did more than comfort.
“You saved mine first,” he said gruffly, tapping her tongue and sucking it. Impatience blossomed as he took her waist again, this time to position her better until she was fully straddling his lap. What was supposed to be a night of comforting each other and appreciating their lives became that of basking in what the other provided until comfort was the last thing on his mind.
His hand clutched her waist tighter, trying to get ahold of himself. Her hips rode him, first slowly then with abandon, locking into the erection in his trousers and using it to take her pleasure. Helpless to it, he kissed her harder. Needing her more than air, Isaiah rocked back.
“Darling, be quiet. We need to be very quiet.”
Chapter 11
One minute they had been on the brink of either being very injured or dead—the next, they were here in the space that had provided Nicola refuge at sea with the man who had been her comfort through most of it. Odd, because Maddox was supposed to be her anchor. But Isaiah was all she could see, and now Isaiah was who she needed as desire thrummed in her body, a violent surge of waves that refused to accept anything else.
She rode those waves, in turn riding the hardness that so deliciously rubbed up her clothed core. She lifted her arms when he tugged on her shirt, his brown eyes darkening upon focusing on the tits exposed at the action.
“Beautiful,” he crooned, swirling his tongue teasingly around one tip. She arched, the pleasure electrifying her senses.
“Isaiah.”
“I get so turned on when you say my name like that. Keep saying it.”
She did and was rewarded when he sucked on her nipple while his fingers made sure the other wasn’t neglected. She whimpered when he raised her hips and removed her trousers, leaving her only in silk panties.
“Pretty. You had this all along, and I didn’t know?”
She smiled at the compliment. “Maybe.”
“I want to rip it with my teeth. I want to eat you out and hear the sounds you make.”
The image it sparked gripped her like a vise. When his fingers cruised inside her, she closed her eyes and imagined it was his tongue.
“Don’t tear my panties.”
“I will buy you all the panties you want, darling. I will lick my way through every single one until I get to you.” He sighed. “But you are right. This is too pretty to ruin.”
His fingers nudged it aside instead, giving him the opening to rub his erection more sharply against her bare, aching core. When she grabbed his hair and could no longer control her hips, he chuckled raggedly and held her still—but only so he could free himself and slide his cock inside where they knew it needed to be the most.
The feel of him burying himself to the hilt felt like coming home, a fullness that she could not help rejoicing in. In the seconds it took for their bodies to adjust, she removed his shirt and explored his chest, taking in every battle scar and kissing the ones she could reach on his shoulders. He arched into her, at turns rigid and softening into her touch, the display of hot masculinity serving to fuel her lust. When his groans became freely emitted, she let her hips move, rocking back and forth until they found a rhythm that suited them.
“Don’t ruin my panties,” she repeated, wanting to tease. Worry furrowed his brows until he noticed her expression, and she watched his features turn hooded before flaring with dark mischief. His tongue licked her earlobe, then sucked softly.
“I won’t. I promise. But they will be wet after tonight because you are already drenched for me. Look how well you receive me, darling, clamping around my cock like this. Look how well you slide my cock in and out of you. Like you were born to fuck me.”
The words were crude and riddled with pauses as he groaned and caught his breath, and any other man speaking to her that way would have received the punch of a lifetime. But her body responded, lighting up with fire, and she realized she was becoming even more aroused than she already was. Nicola bit back a cry when her nipple tightened to the point of pain—but his fingers were there, ready to ease like the rest of him was.
