He kissed a path up to her ear, every touch taking her higher. “You got deep under my skin, darlin’.”
His husky voice, and the words he said, made her entire body flame. He made her feel sexy, wanted, and bolder than ever before. She turned her face so he could hear her above the music and said, “I know you like it deep.”
“God, woman,” he said roughly.
She intensified the sway of her hips, and he ground against her ass. She leaned back against his chest, and he sealed his teeth over her neck as they danced, sucking so hard she felt herself go damp. She reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair, then reached her other hand behind her, holding the back of his thigh. He made a greedy sound and turned her in his arms. His eyes were dark as night as he crushed his mouth to hers, taking her in another breath-stealing kiss. Every stroke of his tongue made her ache for him. Her skin prickled with desire. She tore her mouth away and said, “Take me home, cowboy.”
Chapter Sixteen
THEY FLEW THROUGH Nick’s front door in a tangle of gnashing teeth and groping hands. Pugsly darted outside, and Nick kicked the door closed. He stripped off their clothes on the way to the bedroom. She’d driven him to the brink of madness on the drive home, stroking him through his jeans and kissing his neck. He’d been so revved up from everything that had happened, his emotions were all over the place. He’d been this close to pulling the truck over and taking her on the side of the road.
They stumbled into the dark bedroom. He was frantic with desire, needing to get lost in her. He lowered his mouth to her breast, and she demanded, “Harder.”
He sucked harder, teasing her with his hand between her legs, his thumb zeroing in on the spot he knew would take her over the edge. She panted and whimpered. “Oh… Nick…” He backed her up to the dresser and dropped to his knees, devouring her until she came so hard, her entire body shook. He lifted her into his arms, and her eyes fluttered open. She was so damn beautiful, his chest constricted.
“I didn’t wear you out, did I, darlin’?”
A challenge shimmered beneath those half-mast lids. “Not even close.”
Everything she did drew him deeper into her. He carried her to the bed, stripped back the blankets, and laid her down. She reached for him as he came down over her. He kissed her ravenously, but she tore her mouth away.
“What’s wrong?”
She took his face between her hands, smiling sweetly, and whispered, “Kiss me slower.”
Christ, she was killing him. He lowered his lips to hers, taking her in a slow, sensual kiss. His cock pressed against her entrance. Her mouth was hot and sweet and so damn eager, he couldn’t hold back. He kissed her harder and thrust his hips, burying himself to the hilt. Sensations exploded inside him, sending his hips pumping as he ravaged her mouth.
She broke the kiss again and grabbed his hips. “Stop.”
He stilled. “Too rough?” Pain sliced through him at the thought that he’d hurt her.
“No. I like it when you’re rough. I just want to stay still and be in this moment with you. Can you do that for me?”
I’d do anything for you. That truth hit him like a Mack truck. He brushed his lips over hers and said, “I’ll try, but you feel so damn good, it’s not going to be easy.”
That earned another smile. “So do you. I want you to see me, Nick.”
“Darlin’, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything but you, it’s a wonder I’m still sane.” He didn’t recognize himself, spilling his thoughts like that, but the way she was looking at him, so beautiful and trusting, made him want to say more. He brushed his lips over hers and said, “I see you.” He ran his hand down her leg and lifted her knee. “I feel you.” He kissed her neck. “And now I need to kiss you.”
“Slow,” she said as his lips covered hers.
He kissed her slow and sweet, and as they began moving, he became aware of every little thing about her. How she breathed with him, her warm hands moving along his back, her soft thighs against his skin. But she was so hot and tight, and she felt so good, he quickened the pace, needing more of her.
She pressed on the back of his hips, whispering, “Slow,” and swiveled her hips slowly, gripping his cock like never before.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, trying his damnedest to do as she’d asked and keep from driving into her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding his shoulders. “Go in slow but end hard.”
Their eyes collided as he eased in slow and then thrust deep, seeing every bit of pleasure in her gorgeous eyes. Emotions bowled him over, and he stilled. If he felt this much after a few days of being close to her, what would he feel in a week? A month? He closed his eyes, dipping his head beside hers as he withdrew.
“Yes, just like that,” she whispered.
He had no idea why he let her control their pace, but as he pushed in excruciatingly slowly, ecstasy shot through his core, and his whole body shuddered. “Holy hell, Trix…” He searched her eyes, looking for what? He had no idea.
“Kiss me softly,” she whispered.
She said it so sweetly, it had the opposite effect and made him want to consume her. But he fulfilled her wish, kissing her softly. She clung to his shoulders, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they found a slow, erotic rhythm, as exciting as it was torturous. When the torture became too great, he tore his mouth away, gritting out, “I need more.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Then take me like you mean it, cowboy.”
“Woman, you are pure wickedness.”
He reclaimed her mouth, ravenous and rough, their bodies slamming together. He lifted one of her knees, and she wound her legs around him. He pushed his hands beneath her ass, lifting and angling her hips, allowing him to take her deeper. She clawed at his arms, and her head fell back with a desperate gasp.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, earning one sinful plea after another. She felt so damn good, so fucking right, it drove him harder, faster. Her nails cut into him, but he’d proudly wear those marks, because nothing had ever felt so exquisite. She cried out his name, her hips shooting off the mattress, her pleasure slashing the last of his control. Heat seared down his spine as he surrendered to his own magnificent release. They clung to each other, riding out the very last shudder.
He gathered her in his arms, their hearts thundering, bodies shaking, and he kissed her slow and soft, wanting to see that smile again, to know that he made her feel as good as she made him feel. She snuggled into his arms and kissed his chin, gifting him the smile he craved. His chest tightened. He kissed her forehead, holding her as their breathing calmed, and she drifted off to sleep. She looked peaceful and happy, and that did something to him. Hell, the sex had done something to him, too. It wasn’t sex as he knew it. He felt transformed, changed from the inside out, and he had no idea what to do with that.
TRIXIE AWOKE TO the feel of something wet on her cheek. She opened her eyes and found Pugsly sitting by the pillow, staring at her. “Hi, sweet boy.”
He pushed his nose into her face and licked her. She rolled onto her back and realized Nick was gone. She sat up, looking across the dark bedroom to the open bathroom door. The light was off. “Nick?”