Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) (14 page)

“Mmm.” He bent her
leg and dragged it up to his hip, spreading her.

He leaned down and
kissed her, then flicked his tongue against her lips. She teased it with her
own tongue until he growled and sank his tongue possessively into her mouth,
giving her a deep thorough kiss.

Arousal bloomed
through her body, her pussy tingling and opening from where his fingers lightly
traced her swollen sex lips, tempting her.

Removing his hand and
lowering her leg, he groaned. “Damn, you’re amazing.”

“No, you are.” She
kissed his chest, his neck and stroked her hand along his erection which was
growing harder by the minute.

With that hooded gaze,
he observed her as if somehow she fascinated him. “I knew you were watching.”

“What?”

A little grin slipped
out. “Three years ago, after your wedding. You watched Cassie and me in that
hotel suite.”

She straightened and
pulled back, heat and mortification scorching her. “You knew?” Oh shit, how had
he seen her? She thought she’d been hidden.

His grin widening
devilishly, he drew her into his arms again, his hands circling her waist.
“Yeah, I saw you. You little voyeur.” His hard cock twitched against her belly.

Realization dawned.
“You wanted me to watch.”

He shrugged. “If you
wanted to. Hell, it turned me on, big time.” His gaze grew darker, more
serious. “I wanted to make you wet, even then.”

“Well, you did,” she
confessed. It was a secret she’d kept to herself for three years, but it felt
good to finally tell him.

His raw honesty about
wanting to turn her on and his commanding tone of possessiveness excited her.
Even when she’d been married to his brother he’d wanted to arouse her? Though
she should be disgusted or angry, she was actually breathless with disbelief
and some fragile emotion she didn’t know the name of.

Chapter
Ten

Holding her under the
warm shower spray, Nick wanted to tell Emily he’d fantasized he was having sex
with her that night, three years ago, instead of Cassie. But now didn’t seem
like the best time. It wasn’t something he was proud of. He had wondered what
she’d thought, and whether she’d gotten aroused by watching. Emily and Jared
probably had sex on their wedding night, of course. He knew that, but he didn’t
like it. What he kept wondering was whether she had been thinking of Jared or
Nick at the time.

He’d had no claim on
her, yet jealousy stabbed at him, and guilt gored him. Damn. He’d always worried
he’d somehow caused their divorce. But he couldn’t have. He was miles away by
then. And one little voyeurism session shouldn’t cause a divorce.

Truth was Jared had
destroyed their marriage because he’d been unfaithful. That was one thing Nick
could never understand—why marry someone if you weren’t absolutely certain you
could be faithful? He wasn’t the most traditional person, but he believed in
keeping his word. A vow was a promise that should never be broken.

Nick hadn’t visited Jared
and Emily during their marriage, except for having a beer with Jared one day
when he was in Savannah. By necessity, he’d kept away from Emily. She might see
the truth in his eyes—that he craved her more than a junkie craved a drug.

But Emily,
submissively on her knees before him moments ago, telling him exactly what she
wanted to do to him…

Mmm, I want to eat
you up.

When his cock had
slid into her sweet mouth, and her plump, sensual lips stretched to accommodate
his girth, she’d annihilated his self-control. Her tongue stroking, her teeth
lightly scraping over the head of his cock had rocketed him toward orgasm so
fast his head spun. That was a decadent, forbidden pleasure he’d never thought
would happen with Emily.

A fantasy.

But no more. Now it
was real. But he still couldn’t believe it.

And when she’d stared
up into his eyes, showing him how turned on she was, how much she was eagerly
enjoying sucking his cock, he’d lost it. He’d never be able to tell her how
much that meant to him.

He turned off the
shower, stepped out, then toweled her dry. He wanted to kiss and lick all of
her sweet spots, but restrained himself. She retrieved another blue towel from
the bar and brushed it over his wet skin.

“That feels good.” He
caught himself noticing the gentleness of her touch, attentive and caring. He
had never noticed such a thing about a woman before. Usually, he didn’t give a
damn whether they were caring or simply horny.

But with Emily, he
noticed a lot of things about her, like that happy sparkle in her eyes. The way
she bit her lip when she was unsure. The way her eyes widened and her skin
flushed when he shocked her, or the way her pupils dilated and her lashes
lowered when she was turned on. He enjoyed observing the many moods and
expressions that crossed her face.

He shook his head,
unable to believe he was naked with the woman of his fantasies. A woman who
wasn’t even supposed to be his type. A woman forbidden to him. And yet, she was
so beautiful, his chest ached anytime he glimpsed her. That red-hot innocent
gleam in her eyes was endlessly exciting.

He loved making her
moan and scream in pleasure. Speaking of which, he wanted to watch her play
with those toys.

“Let’s go have some
more fun,” he said, helping her slide her arms into her silky pink robe.

He couldn’t believe
she was blushing after all they’d indulged in.

“What are we going to
do?” she asked, eying him shyly beneath her lashes.

“Hmm. I have a few
requests.”

“What kind of
requests?”

“Let’s go to your
bedroom and I’ll tell you.”

She grinned and
headed out the door. He lightly smacked her adorable ass beneath the robe and
followed her out naked. At the last minute, he went back to grab his jeans. He
did have one condom in his pocket, though he was trying his damnedest not to
use it.

Upstairs in her
bedroom a minute later, he found her reclining naked on the tousled covers,
waiting for him.

“Do you know how
gorgeous and sexy you are right now?” He tossed his jeans aside and sat beside
her.

“I could ask you the
same thing, Nick,” she said in a husky tone. The way she said his name made his
stiff dick twitch with frissons of excitement.

Lying beside her, he
leaned in for a kiss—
mmm,
her soft lips were divine—then parted them
with his tongue and delved inside. Her tongue teased and tangled with his. She
sucked at his tongue, reminding him of how she’d sucked his cock. Damn, if he
didn’t feel like a villain for corrupting innocent little Emily. But it
couldn’t be helped. She’d made it clear she wanted to go down on him.

Her fingers skittered
across his stomach and closed around his cock, squeezing. Pleasure coiled
through him, making his dick even harder.

“Naughty girl.”

She nodded and licked
at his lips. Arousal thundered through him. She could turn him into a wild man
in ten seconds flat.

Capturing her
exploring hand so he could think, he laced his fingers with hers. He didn’t
know what the hell he was doing with her. He only knew once he crossed that
line and fucked her, there was no going back.

Guilt still gnawed at
him, but that wasn’t all. Never had sex represented such a weighty decision.
Maybe because he’d wanted her for three long years, and now that burning lust
had mushroomed into something profound that he could no longer understand. Was
his mind playing tricks on him or was he falling hard for her? He didn’t know.
He only knew he had to be honest with her.

“I have a confession
to make,” he said.

“What?”

“That night, three
years ago, when you were watching…I was wishing that had been you with me. I
know it makes me a bastard, but I was fantasizing about you, even then, on your
wedding day while I was having sex with another woman. I know I’m twisted, but
that’s the truth. Hate me for it if you want.”

Biting her lower lip,
Emily shyly lifted her dark blue gaze to his. “Then we’re both twisted,” she
whispered. “I was wishing I was in her place too. I felt extremely guilty. I
loved Jared, at least I thought I did. But I was so attracted to you, it was
insane. I had to pretend it was nothing. I tried to tell myself that any woman
would feel that way because you’re so sexy and gorgeous, but it didn’t help.
Months later, when I found out Jared had been cheating, I was hurt of course.
But I was also afraid it was my fault.”

Shaking his head,
Nick frowned. Her words made his stomach ache. How was it possible they were
experiencing similar things? The same want, need and guilt. “It wasn’t your fault.
He shouldn’t have married you if he was only going to cheat on you and hurt
you.”

A small, sad smile
lifted her lips. “Well, as you know, he married me for my name and my family.
Connections. And his parents approved of me.”

Nick snorted. That
didn’t surprise him. “He always did a lot of ass-kissing around them. Whatever
they wanted him to do, he did, whether it was what he wanted or not.”

“I noticed. Why did
he do that?”

“Greed. He thought
he’d inherit everything. None for black-sheep-Nick if Jared played his cards
right, and if I kept annoying them.”

“What did you do to
annoy them?” Emily asked.

Hell, what didn’t he
do? They approved of very few of his actions and decisions from the time he was
a kid. “I became a cop. They wanted me to be a lawyer.”

“Why did you want to
be a cop?”

He observed her for a
long moment, wondering if she could understand. Not everyone did, but she
deserved to know what drove him. And at the moment, he felt closer to her than
he had to anyone in a long time.

“When I was seventeen
a good friend of mine died of a drug overdose,” Nick said. “He’d only been
using a couple of weeks. I tried to get him not to take any more, but he was
already addicted to the hard stuff.” Nick shook his head, remembering how
powerless he’d felt when trying to help Donovan. “It was such a damned waste. I
know it was his own fault, but I couldn’t help but blame the bastard who was
selling to him. That’s when I made the decision to become a police officer. I
wanted to stop the dealers from getting to the kids who were too young to make
such big decisions and destroying their lives.”

“Wow,” she whispered,
her eyes growing a bit misty. “I admire you more than I can say for that.” She
kissed his chest.

“Thanks.” He hugged
her to him and kissed the top of her head, grateful that she understood.

“I don’t get why your
parents aren’t proud of you for the same reason.”

Nick snorted. Jared
had accepted his decision. His parents were a different story. Even now, there
was a rift in their relationship because of it. One day he wanted to patch that
up, if they were willing.

“Their disapproval of
me goes all the way back to childhood. I got into trouble more than Jared,
everything from accidentally breaking windows to crashing a car when I was
sixteen.” Nick shrugged. “I was a hell-raiser, pure and simple. They couldn’t
deal with that. I was supposed to be uptight Ivy League material.”

Emily stroked his
face, her caring fingers brushing across his stubble. With dark blue eyes, she
gazed at him with intensity. “You may be a bad boy, but you’re way better than
Ivy League material.” She kissed him, then pulled back.

He grinned, feeling
her steal his soul little by little. Dammit, he was falling for her and he
didn’t know how to climb back out of this pit of ensnaring need and hungry
desire. His heart pounded with excitement…and a little fear. In his job, he
knew fear intimately, but he never let it stop him from doing what he had to
do.

He kissed her palm.
“When I first saw you, I thought, damn, she’s so beautiful and classy. But that
sparkle in your eye told me something else.”

She lifted a brow,
giving him a mischievous look. “What?”

“That you had a
hidden wild side.”

“Apparently, I do,”
she said, playful and breathy, trailing a hand down his abdomen to slide it
around his cock. “You brought it out.”

She squeezed and
stroked, bringing him to steely hardness in two seconds. Lust and need
ricocheted through him.

He moaned. “Not so
fast, sweetheart.” He still had some fantasies he wanted to see come to life.
Glancing aside, he found the strand of purple anal beads and held them up. “I
want to watch you play with these. And tell me what you like to fantasize
about, in detail.”

Her mouth dropped
open. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’d be mortified.”
Emily’s face burned from the suggestion.

Grinning, Nick leaned
close and kissed her, flicked his tongue against her lips, then between. The
taste and feel of him made her melt inside. Tingly. Her hand still around his
cock, she stroked from base to tip. It was pumped up almost as hard as it had
been in the shower, when she’d had it in her mouth. Never had anything been so
sexually delicious.