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It's in that moment that I realize I am so, so fucked.
Hopefully anyway.
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NICK
She was made for me. That's the only explanation for the fire between us. She was made for me, and I was made for her. No way could we fit like this, right from the start, otherwise. The tight grip of her hands on the back of my neck, and the bite of her fingernails, gives me goosebumps. She is too hot and I'm not going to survive her.
And I really won't survive if she's wrong about being ready. I can't risk losing her, which is why I pull back. "Ground rules," I say, gasping for breath. All I want to do is dive back into her. Into her heat, into the heat of her mouth. She looks at me, dazed, and I nearly forget everything. But this is too important. Too big. I can't allow myself to forget that I want everything from this woman. Everything. And I'm prepared to take it slow if it means getting all of her in the end.
Even if she thinks she's ready for everything right now.
"We need ground rules, Bree. We're taking this slow."
Her fingers fist in my hair, and a low whine hits my ears. How can she whine, but still look like she'd like to tear my throat out? Dios, it’s harder and harder to remember why we should wait. "I don't want slow," she bites out.
"Tough," I snap back, pinning her against the wall. "I do. You're too fucking important to me to screw this up. So we go slow. We don't skip the steps. And we take the time we need to build this right. Build it strong."
"Can women get blue balls?" she asks, dropping her head to the wall and staring up at the ceiling. She's too funny. Too tempting. I can't resist leaning in and taking a bite at her neck.
"Oh baby," I murmur, pressing my tongue against the pulse in her neck. "I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied."
Her breath catches in her throat and she shifts against me restlessly. I take her hands in mine and press them to the pounding in my chest. "Feel that? That's how I feel for you. And I'm not going anywhere."
She slides her hands up my chest, tracing the curves of my muscles, and then she wraps them around my neck. Her lips find mine and we kiss until our breathing turns heavy and ragged.
I slowly walk her backward from the foyer, through my darkened apartment to the bedroom, kissing the whole time. The moonlight streams in through the window and casts a silvery glow around us. I pause at the door to my room, taking in her silhouette bathed in pale light. She's so beautiful, so perfect it takes my breath away. I can feel my heart clench as she steps closer to me, her hands tracing circles on my back.
I want this woman more than I want my next breath, and it's terrifying in its intensity.
I'm not sure I can survive loving someone like this, but at the same time, I know I don't have a choice.
I take a deep breath and tug her towards me, my lips seeking hers in the darkness. I can feel the electricity sparking between us as our tongues meet, and I know that it's only a matter of time before we give in to the flames. Bree tugs me through the door, pulling me onto the bed.
She lies back on the mattress, and I follow, never breaking the kiss. I push her shirt up as I kiss her, and she arches against me. I trail my lips down her neck, pulling her shirt aside to kiss her collarbone. I catch her hands in mine and hold them above her head, pressing them to the mattress. I take her mouth again, and she writhes beneath me. "I can't wait any longer," she whispers, her voice husky and pleading.
"I want to look at you," I whisper. "All of you."
My hands tangle in her hair, and I yank her head back so that I can see her face. Her eyes are half lidded with passion. Her body moves restlessly under mine as I let my fingers dance at the hem of her shirt.
I slide her shirt up, slowly, as I stare down at her in the moonlight. I want to drink her in, I want to burn this image into my memory. Every inch of her is perfect, and I want to remember every dip and curve. Just in case things blow up my face.
I let my fingers trace the edge of the almost see through fabric of her bra, and she moans as I cup her breast. Her nipples harden under my fingers, and I lean down and take one in my mouth. I suck her through the lace, and she arches off the bed.
"Nick," she moans, as I kiss my way down her stomach then up again. Her skin is soft, maybe the softest thing I've ever felt. There's a faint blush of pink across her shoulders and chest. Roaming back up to her bra, I pull the lace down and take her other nipple in my mouth. I let my fingers trace her abdomen, and I kiss down to her hip bone. Her breath catches as I move my fingers to the front clasp on her bra, and she arches her back as I push the silky material aside. Her breasts spill into my hands, and I groan as I take her in, as I stare down at her perfection. I trace my thumb across her light brown nipple and she gasps.
I want to see more of her, but I'm too impatient to turn on the light. I'm not stopping for a second. She's fucking fire, scorching me, the flames licking up my spine. I'm close to the edge, to losing control, so I pull back, bracing myself over her. "I want to taste you, every bit of you. I need to taste you." I want to feel the wet heat of her on my tongue. I need to hear her cry my name, over and over.
Of course she can't just lay here and let me have my way. Instead, she arches her brow and runs her hands up my arms to my shoulders. "Then I get a turn?"
I shake my head, lost in the sensation of her fingertips pressing into my skin. "Not tonight. Tonight I'm in charge. Next time it's your turn."
She looks like she's about to object, so I cover her mouth with mine, taking deep, drugging kisses from her as I slide my fingers underneath the button of her jeans. I slowly unbutton her jeans and pull them down. She lifts her hips, helping me, and I slide them off.
I stare down at her, and my mouth goes dry. Her panties match her bra and I can see the wet spot at the front. The fact that she's wearing black lace under her plain t-shirt is kind of blowing my mind. Though I'd be happy with anything, even a sports bra and granny panties. Whatever Bree wears is hot, just because it's her.
Her breath hitches as I run my hand up her thigh, and then my fingers are there, pushing her panties aside. I can feel how ready she is, and it makes me shudder. She's so fucking hot. So wet. She's ready for me, she's ready to take me.
