Deadly Obsession (23 page)

When he found the one of him wearing only a pair of camouflage pants, a grin spread across his face. Beth would love it. Kaden wouldn’t. Perfect. Laughing, he signed the photo.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He turned to see Lauren. She handed him a tall glass of pop. “Kaden will be staying with us until Summer is found,” he said.

“Good. You need all the protection you can get.”

“He’ll be protecting
us
. The doll was warning enough.”

“Don’t remind me.” She pointed to his desk. “Were you going over the photos from the shoot?”

“I’m autographing one for Kaden’s girlfriend. A thank you for monopolizing his time.”

She pointed to the shot he’d signed. “That one’s my favorite.”

He pulled her onto his lap and chuckled when she blushed. “Tell me why.”

As she traced a finger down his neck and into the open V of his shirt, she murmured, “When I see this photo, it makes me think of running my hands over all those muscles so I can feel them contracting and relaxing. Then I think of running my fingers over your chest and…”

He swallowed hard, aware of his rapidly increasing heart rate as she matched actions to words. “And then what?” His voice was gruff even to his own ears.

She unbuttoned his shirt in no particular hurry. “And then I think of kissing my way down your neck and your chest so I can do this.” He inhaled sharply as her mouth closed around one nipple. All his attention lasered in on the touch of her lips, the swirl of her tongue.

“Oh yeah? Come to think of it, that’s my favorite photo, too.” He lifted his hips to push against Lauren’s bottom. He was definitely rising to the occasion.

Nic heard a knock and reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Lauren to see Kaden lounging against the doorframe. The man had the worst timing.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Kaden grinned. “A locksmith is coming in a few hours. I’ve changed the access codes on the security system. The new ones are on the kitchen table. I’m leaving to get my stuff. Call me if there’s a problem.”

“Sounds good. Thanks.”

“Is that the photo for Beth?”

“Yeah. I hope she likes it.” He handed the photo to Kaden.

Kaden glanced at Lauren. “If she likes it as much as Ms. James here, it might take me a bit more than an hour to get back.”

Lauren blushed again, and Nic burst out laughing. “No worries man. Take your time. I’m in good hands.”

“No doubt,” Kaden said with a wink for Lauren. “By the way, everything’s been tidied up in the master suite.”

As Kaden’s feet pounded down the stairs, Lauren playfully punched Nic in the arm. “You’re incorrigible.”

“No, just really, really happy you’re here.” He ran his hands along her thighs, pushing her skirt up, then turned her so she straddled his lap. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but getting my hands on you since I first saw you in D.C.”

“After all those kisses on the cheek, I thought you were feeling very brotherly.”

“
Chérie
, there’s nothing
brotherly
about what I want to do to you.” He placed his hands under her ass and stood up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she laughed in delight. While nibbling on her neck, he carried her to his room.

After laying her on his bed, he sat beside her and threaded his fingers through her wild hair. Blood rushed from his head to his cock as he imagined the soft strands slipping over his thighs as she…. Pushing the image aside for the moment, he brushed a stray curl behind her ear. “Are you sure about this? If you want to wait, we can.”

She smiled. “I’m sure.”

Okay then
. Nic undid the top button of her blouse, then the second. When her eyebrows dipped in a small frown, his hands stilled. “Something wrong?”

“It’s a little bright in here. Could we close the blinds?”

She averted her eyes. Ah. Lauren was uncomfortable letting him see her naked. “Whatever you want. But just so you know, I love your body. Someday, I hope you’ll let me look at you in the light.”

“I’ve seen the photos of the women you’ve dated. Actresses and supermodels. As close to perfect as a plastic surgery can get them. I’m nothing like them.”

“Exactly.”

Lauren narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know how to take that. Are you saying I'm not beautiful? I know I'm not perfect, and frankly, I'm not sure what you see in me."

Hearing the anger and doubt in her voice, Nic’s stomach did a slow, sickening roll. How could she have gotten everything so wrong? He took her hand, pressing it to the bulge between his legs. “I might be a good actor, but I can’t fake this. You’re beautiful. Inside
and
out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Nice line, Nic. But have you ever slept with a woman who’s had a child? Have you ever seen stretch marks or C-section scars? Believe me, they’re not very attractive.”

Lauren was right; he’d never slept with a mother before. How bad could her scars be to make her think they’d turn him off? He didn’t think anything could do that. “My mother used to say scars and stretch marks are the badges of motherhood. You shouldn’t be ashamed of that, Lauren.”

He kissed her, then stood to close the blinds. Lauren grasped his arm. “Leave them.”

“Don’t do this for me.”

After rising onto her knees, she rested her forehead against his. “I’m not. Don’t you think I want to see you too?” She smiled shyly. “It’s been a long time for me.”

“How long?”

“Over five years.” When his brows rose, she laughed. Five
years
? God, he couldn’t imagine going five weeks. His dick would shrivel up and fall off.

He kissed the tip of her pert nose. “We’ll take it slow and you can stop me anytime. Just say the word.”

Chuckling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed, twisting so he landed on his back. He was more than happy to let her take charge. It touched him that she was honoring him in this way. Straddling his lap, she removed her blouse, revealing the chain around her neck. Would she remove her husband’s dog tags before they made love?

“I love your chest,” she said, undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt. Her small hands sculpting his pecs made him groan with pleasure. When her nails traced the line of his hair down to the waistband of his pants, chills ran up his spine, and gooseflesh spread across his chest and stomach.

Unable to resist, he reached up to palm her smooth, supple breasts. As if reading his mind, she reached behind her back to unhook her lacy white bra. His hands were poised to catch her breasts when the cups of the bra fell away. “So beautiful.”

Her gasps of pleasure as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers drove him wild. He wanted more. Raising himself up, he twisted the chain around so the dog tags rested on her back, then he lifted her breasts in an offering to his mouth.

When his lips closed over both peaked nipples at the same time, she moaned. “That feels so good.”

He agreed wholeheartedly. The taste of her as his tongue curled around her nipples was exotic and exhilarating. He wanted a lot more. She clasped his head against her breasts, rocking her hips in a rhythm like a slow dance. Reluctantly, he gave up his claim on her breasts and shrugged off his shirt. That first contact of hot flesh pressed against flesh was one of his favorite parts of sex, and he couldn’t wait a moment longer to experience it with Lauren. As soon as the shirt was off, he lay back down and pulled her tightly against his chest. As if understanding what he wanted, she slid her hands over his biceps and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They were connected. Every inch of skin from their waists up, touching. Her softness molded against his hardness. He was burning out of control. And as he looked up into her beautiful flushed face, he gave in to the temptation of a mouth already swollen from their earlier kisses.

With his teeth, he tugged on her lower lip. She arched her back, crushing her breasts against his chest, and opened her lips. Never one to refuse such a charming invitation, he covered her mouth in a bold, decisive gesture. As her tongue wound around his, he imagined she was licking another part of his body. He growled deep in his throat.

Releasing her mouth, he eased her back up and slid his hands under her skirt, bunching the fabric at her waist. After a moment, he hesitated. “Are you certain,
chérie
?”

“Never more,” she breathed, her voice husky and seductive as she reached for his zipper.

He shifted her down beside him and tugged her skirt off, then stopped to admire the sight of her in a lacy white thong that matched the bra on the floor. “Do all moms wear panties like this?”

“You like?”

“Oh, yeah. I like a lot.” With a smile, he grabbed each side of the thong and pulled down as Lauren wiggled and lifted her bottom. He’d ask her to model these for him sometime. But not now. Twirling the panties on his fingertip, he caught her eye and let them fly across the room to land on the dresser.

With the twinkle of her laughter in his ears, he stood up and shucked his own pants and boxers. When he straightened, he was surprised to see she’d joined him. With a tentative touch, she reached out and circled him. His breath caught in his throat. As she stroked, he caressed her smooth shoulders and nuzzled her neck. “
Chérie
, that feels so incredibly good.”

Before he knew what she intended, she slipped out of his embrace and knelt on the floor at his feet. One hand cupped his balls while the other gripped his cock. As her warm wet mouth closed around him and her tongue swirled around his swollen head, he wondered if she’d somehow read his mind. He ran his fingers through her curls, holding her in place. The silky slide of her hair on his thighs thrilled him more than he’d imagined. He reveled in the pleasure, reveled in the ecstasy. Reveled in the joy of what she was doing for him. The tightness of her mouth, coupled with her throaty moans, soon had him thrusting against her lips. He was losing control. Afraid to hurt her, he gripped her shoulders and lifted her up.

“Was I doing something wrong?”

”God, no. I loved it, too much.”

With that, he picked her up by the waist and deposited her on the edge of the bed. Now it was his turn. After spreading her legs, he knelt in front of her and inhaled sharply at the view. Droplets of moisture glistened on her neatly trimmed curls and glowing pink flesh. The tantalizing scent of her arousal drew him closer, as he spread the delicate folds with his fingers. His eyes on hers, he swiped his tongue along her center in one long, slow lick. A shiver rippled through her as he closed his lips around her nub. His teeth scraped lightly, making her moan.

With a nudge on her stomach, he encouraged her to lie back on the bed. He flicked his tongue along the sensitive flesh of her feminine lips. Her hips shot off the bed when his tongue penetrated her, moving in and out, mimicking what he’d soon be doing with his cock. The musky taste of her hardened him almost to the point of pain. Taking his time, he inserted a finger into her tight opening, and after sliding in a second finger, he stroked her deep inside. Her body tightened and quivered. He returned his mouth to her, alternately nipping, licking, and sucking.

Within minutes, she was moaning and thrashing. Her fingers gripped the bedspread. As she lay before him, her body flushed and glowing with a sheen of sweat, her moans of pleasure ringing in his ears, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Even if they stopped now, the experience would have still been worth it.

Extending one finger along the crease between her cheeks, he probed. She gave a startled groan and then her body bucked. Her inner muscles contracted against his fingers. He continued flicking his tongue on her nub to increase and prolong her pleasure. Ripple after ripple shook her body until she lay unmoving on the bed. Sated. After one last wet kiss on her thigh, he pulled himself up beside her. She opened her arms and he fell into her embrace.

As they lay in each other’s arms, Lauren struggled to catch her breath. “That was amazing.” Although she’d had some wild fantasies starring Nic The Lover, none had ever come close to bringing her this much pleasure.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He grinned. “I know I did.”

But they weren’t finished. Despite his words, Nic hadn’t had all the enjoyment he could stand, and she wanted to make sure that by the time they were finished, he would have his own fantasies about her.

As though sharing her thoughts, he leaned over her and whispered, “But we aren’t done yet.” Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a shiny square package. Thank God he’d remembered. She certainly wouldn’t have. The last time she’d needed a condom was about nine years ago.

As Nic ripped open the package and slid the condom on, she wagged her eyebrows playfully. “Extra large, huh?” As bright flags of color appeared high on his cheeks, she had to laugh. “Come here, big boy.”

No, they weren’t even close to being done
. Hands at his waist, she encouraged him to lie on her, to cover her fully. Then she wrapped her legs around him, loosely crossing her ankles at the small of his back. The weight of him pressing her into the mattress was pure heaven.