Secretly Craving You (14 page)

"Hell, I should be thanking you," he said, his voice almost a low grow. "I haven't had an orgasm that mind-blowing…ever."

Their bodies now rinsed and suds free, she ran her fingers along his slick erection, more than ready to have him inside her again. "So, how did you want our first time to be?"

"Mmm." He pinned her to the wall for a deep and voracious kiss, then grazed his teeth over her neck. "I don't know. I want you in all the ways I've imagined. Every position. All day. All night." He kissed down her chest, drew her nipple into his mouth, then trailed his tongue down her body and flicked it into her belly button.

Shocks of pleasure zapped through her body. "Nick?"

He hummed a moan against her sex lips, vibrating her sensitive flesh and drew her leg up over his shoulder, exposing her.

She gasped at the searing flood of arousal.

"I'm ready for a snack." He parted her feminine lips and flickered his tongue over her clit.

Almost losing her balance, she moaned and tried to hold on to the wall and his shoulder.

He slid his tongue deep inside her, then sucked at her clit.

"Oh, Nick."

"Yeah. That's good pussy." His tongue tormented her again, darting here and there so fast she couldn't think.

The orgasm crashed into her and she screamed, drowning in breathless pleasure and sliding down the wall. Before she came to her senses, Nick lifted her, turned off the water and carried her from the room. Next thing she knew, he laid her on the bed and stroked a soft fluffy towel over her, but she was far from dry when she heard plastic rip.

He rolled a condom onto his long cock, sliding his hand along it. Her whole body quivered in anticipation.

"Mmm, Nick, hurry."

"Hurry?" He raised a brow playfully, but his eyes were dark, intense, and focused completely on her.

"Yes, please."

"Why?" He stroked the tip along her sensitive sex lips, propelling a renewed flush of arousal through her.

Moaning, she widened her legs. "Because I want you so bad."

"Well, I want you a hundred different ways, so you've got to be patient."

"A hundred? That means a hundred orgasms," she said breathlessly, half teasing.

"Uh-huh." He observed her closely, his eyes heavy-lidded.

There was no way they could do all that in one day.
He must be planning to stay.
She hoped.

Joy filled her heart as Nick slowly but persistently drove himself into her, sliding deeper with each thrust, his delectable, hard cock filling her to the limit. She cried out and arched her back. Oh wow, his cock was massive, stroking her in just the right way.

"Damn, you're perfect," he said, holding himself deep within her for a few seconds.

She wanted to ask him what he meant, but couldn't form a coherent question. Besides, when he slid out slightly, then back in, she knew what he meant. They fit together perfectly.

Standing at the edge of her high, four-poster bed, he increased the pace and hammered into her.

"Oh, yes!" This was what she'd waited forever for. His big cock forced her pussy to spread for him with each thrust and she loved it. She could do nothing but hold on to the covers, cry out and beg for more.

"Emily," he growled, breathing hard. "You make me crazy." He slowed for a few strokes, watching where their bodies joined, his jaw clenched hard.

Sweat dotted his upper lip. He bit her ankle, his whisker stubble rasping her. His abs flexed as he slowly thrust his pelvis in measured strokes against her, his cock sliding deep then almost out. He gazed long and hard into her eyes, his expression wild, almost feral.

This was Nick, the man she'd craved for so long. She couldn't believe they were finally making love.

Tingles swirled inside her, growing brighter and stronger. An orgasm approached, hovered. "More, please, more, Nick!"

With a growl, he drove into her with aggression, just as she wanted. The ecstasy curled through her and gripped her with such strength she couldn't breathe. She screamed at the pleasure-pain of the climax. Her whole body clenched onto him, yearning to hold him deep within her always.

She must have blacked out. Seconds later, she became aware of him still thrusting fiercely, growling disjointed words and curses. Another orgasm expanded from the first, drawing her back down into the drowning pleasure.

In the midst of the insanity, Nick shoved his cock deep and held himself there with a loud groan, his cock flexing inside her as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, struggling for air. After a few moments, he withdrew and gradually her rationality returned.

"Good god, Em," he gasped. "You trying to kill me or what?"

"No." She giggled. She couldn't help it. Laughter simply bubbled up and overflowed with her tears. She had never been so happy in her life.

He snorted, then laughed with her. "You're freaking insane." He rolled her on top of him, hugging her to his chest. They rested that way several seconds while she floated in the bliss.

"That was amazing." Sighing, she wiped her tears away.

"You got that right." He released a harsh breath, kissed her forehead, then helped her roll to the side. "I'll be right back."

After disposing of the condom in the bathroom, he returned to bed and drew her against his gorgeous, hard body. Simply wanting to touch and pet him, she stroked her palm across his prickly beard stubble and pushed his still damp hair back from his face. He observed her with a captivating expression, seeming to absorb every detail of her face. "You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, emotion strong in his voice, then kissed her forehead.

Tears burned her eyes. Not because of the compliment, but because of what it meant. Maybe he cared for her deeply. Maybe she meant something more to him than simply great sex for a brief time.

"And you're gorgeous." She kissed his scruffy chin, then his delectable lips, slowly exploring every millimeter. For several moments, she tasted him like a most sinful dessert, flicking her tongue into his mouth. His cock grew hard against her leg.

"Mmm," he breathed. "Good thing I told Pierce to bring me two dozen condoms."

"What?" Mortification singed her skin. Of course, they'd had to reveal all to the police, but to imagine Nick asking his partner to bring condoms…

"Didn't surprise him." Nick tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back a grin. "He knew how bad I wanted you the first time he saw us together. So, don't worry about it. We needed condoms, and I couldn't get out past the local police to get any."

"Fine." She buried her burning face against his bare chest. She'd never be able to look his partner in the eye again. They rested that way a few moments, with her listening to Nick's strong heartbeat.

"Speaking of which," he said, pulling back. "There's something we need to talk about."

"There's a lot we need to talk about." At least she hoped he would share a few things, like how he felt about her and whether he wanted a future with her.

"True, but the subject I had in mind was that we didn't use a condom that first time."

She held back a grin, loving how responsible he was being right now. And yes, the thought of pregnancy did scare her, but if it happened it wouldn't be the end of the world. Having unprotected sex had been her choice at that moment. It was the only choice she could make given how desperate she was and how they didn't have a condom. She'd take full responsibility for her actions.

"Don't worry about it," she said.

"Are you on the pill?"

"No."

He frowned. "Then why the hell shouldn't I worry?"

She shrugged, unable to believe how calm she felt over the whole issue. "Because I wouldn't mind…you know."

His eyes widened. "You want a baby?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"Hell." Nick drew in a sharp breath, feeling like a watermelon had lodged in his throat, his heartbeat speeding along. He was always so damned careful, and he'd never had a pregnancy scare.

But one thing was certain—he wanted more than scorching sex with Emily. He wanted a life with her. A future. He'd never wanted that with anyone before. He couldn't imagine ever getting tired of gazing into her beautiful blue eyes, whether wide-eyed with shock or almost closed with arousal.

He didn't know how to tell her what he felt. It was all too new and intense. But he had to try.

"Whatever's between us, Emily…it's strong. And I want it," he said, loving the sweet affection written clearly on her face. "I want us to be together. Every day, every night. It's not just the sex. It's a hell of a lot more. I haven't felt this before. Imagining being without you now is…gut-wrenching. I need you."

Huge tears welled and clung to her lashes. "I need you, too, Nick. And I want to be with you. Always."

Her tears spilled over, making his insides twist. He brushed the moisture away with his thumb. "Don't cry, baby. I want you to be happy."

"I am. And thankful." She pressed her face against his chest, her hot tears wetting his skin. "I was afraid you'd leave, go back to Atlanta and forget about me. Like maybe this was only some sort of strange fling for you."

"No. Hell, no. How could it be? Besides, I don't have strange flings."

He pushed her hair back and savored her smile. He'd much rather hear her laugh than cry.

"And from now on, no flings," he said. "You're the only woman I want."

"Truly?" Hope shone in her eyes.

"Of course. Don't you believe me?"

"Yes. I believe anything you say," she said with a complete and unconditional trust that clutched at his heart. "But there's something I don't fully understand—what took you so long?"

He loved her expression—a playful mixture of mischievous and reproachful. He lifted a brow, unsure if he could explain himself. Most men would've jumped her bones at the first opportunity, given how responsive she'd been, and easily aroused. But he'd never seen her as an easy lay. He'd always thought sex with her would mean something powerful and profound, and he'd been right.

"Well…first of all, the guilt," he said, unable to believe how quickly that sharp and bitter emotion had disappeared once he realized how deeply he needed and wanted her. It wasn't just physical lust. Considering how much he cared about her, there was no room for guilt. "And then, I knew that once I had you, I'd want to keep you. Once I crossed that line, I could never go back to fantasy. I'd have to have you every night and every day."

"Wow," she breathed, her eyes growing darker. "That's good. Because I want to keep you too. You can forget your playboy, womanizing ways. You're all mine and I'm not sharing."

Strangely, her possessiveness turned him on and made his heart beat faster. That had never happened before. He usually tried to escape clingy women ASAP, but Emily's words made him want to pin her to the mattress and show her exactly what it meant to be his.

But…a playboy? Was that how she saw him? He made a choking sound. "I don't have playboy, womanizing ways."

She narrowed her eyes. "I know you. I watched you, remember?"

"Okay, fine." She had a point. He'd been with a few women. He kissed her knuckles. "But you don't have to worry. Even when I was with other women over the past three years, I imagined all of them were you."