“Should we lock the door?” Emma asked outside.
“Yeah,” Cliff murmured, his voice rife with amusement. “They won’t remember to do it.”
Chuckling, Sean raised his head.
Cliff’s and Emma’s voices grew fainter as they walked down the path, climbed into their car, and drove away.
Quiet fell. “Did you mean it?” Sean asked softly.
Nicole stared up at him, uncomprehending. “Did I mean what?”
“When we were falling…” he clarified. “Did you mean it when you said you love me?”
As they’d hurtled toward the ground, death had seemed imminent. And in what she’d thought would be their last moments together, Nicole had wanted him to know how much he meant to her. “Yes,” she vowed softly. “I love you, Sean.”
Amber light flared to life in his eyes. “I love you, too.” His lips touched hers, the contact conveying such immense tenderness that tears welled in her eyes.
She pressed a palm to his stubbled cheek. “As more than a friend?”
Though he turned his head slightly so he could nuzzle her palm, his bright eyes held hers. “As my everything.”
Her heart swelled. So much emotion choked her that she couldn’t find her voice and could only nod, hoping he would understand that she felt the same.
His lips brushed hers, the touch gentle despite the depth of feelings it carried. Sliding her hand around to cup his nape, Nicole drew her tongue across his lower lip.
He groaned and deepened the contact, crowding closer and tightening his hold on her.
Sean loved her.
He loved her.
Jubilation filled her, accompanied by red-hot desire. Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sean palmed her ass and aligned their hips, pressing her against the long, hard length behind his fly. Oh yeah. She wanted that. Wanted to feel him plunge inside her, driving deep, no-holds-barred. Wanted to feel his hands rove bare skin.
Pulse racing, she combed her fingers through his thick hair, fisted the soft locks, and gave them a tug.
Sean swore. Lifting her, he turned and pressed her back against the nearest wall.
Nicole wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against his hard cock. Both moaned as they strained together. Her breath shortened as he slid a hand down over her ass. All the while, his tongue danced with hers, stroking and teasing, stoking the fire.
“Sean,” she breathed, wishing they were naked.
He slipped his hand around to her front. Dropping her hands to his shoulders, she placed some distance between them, eager for him to touch her breasts. Instead, she felt a hard tug on her shirt as a rip sounded.
Breaking the kiss, she looked down.
Her shirt was gone, torn away.
She met his heated gaze. “That was Becca’s,” she said absently, not really caring.
“I’ll buy her a new one,” he vowed, his voice rough with desire. Her sports bra followed. Then he palmed one of her breasts. Lust shot through her as he circled the sensitive peak, caressed it, pinched it.
He trailed a series of passionate kisses down her throat to her other breast. When his lips closed around the stiff peak, she moaned. He stroked it with his tongue, sending darts of desire straight to her clit. Fisting his hair once more, she urged him closer, writhing against him. He sucked hard.
“More,” she begged. He nipped her with his teeth. “Yes.”
Sean raised his head, eyes blazing. “I need you naked,” he growled, the intensity in his face stealing her breath.
The foyer abruptly blurred around her. Cool air brushed her hair back as he clutched her tighter and raced down the hallway. His erection rubbed against her with every movement, ratcheting up her desire. She needed him. Naked. Inside her. Right now.
Then they were in his bedroom, standing at the foot of his big-ass bed.
She’d make a joke about his feet not hanging off the end but wanted him too much. “Do that thing I’ve heard immortals can do.”
His eyebrows rose. “Which one?”
“The one where you strip us both bare in less than a second.”
Eyes brightening, he blurred. She felt another tug and heard more cloth ripping. When he stilled, they were both naked except for their shoes.
Sean gave Nicole a sheepish smile. “I didn’t know how to get your shoes off without tossing you on the bed.”
Her face reflected so much hunger as her brown eyes roved his form that he almost wished he had taken her against the wall of the foyer. Then he’d already be balls-deep inside her.
“I’m okay with that,” she murmured.
Despite the need that rode him, he chuckled. “Okay with what? Us keeping our shoes on or me tossing you on the bed?”
“You tossing me on the bed.” Reaching out, she curled her delicate hand around his hard cock.
Sean’s knees damn near buckled at the inquisitive touch. He hadn’t expected being immortal to increase the intensity of sex so much. He shuddered as pleasure rocketed through him. “I feel so much more now,” he told her softly.
She circled the sensitive crown of his cock with her thumb. “Is it the enhanced senses?”
He nodded, having trouble finding his breath at the moment.
A twinkle of mischief entered her eyes. “So you feel this more?”
He groaned as she squeezed and stroked him, inciting a roaring conflagration of need.
Growling, he took her in his arms again, lips devouring, hands exploring until they were both frantic for each other. A fantasy surfaced. One he’d woven around her more times than he would ever admit since their little masturbation conversation. Spinning her away, he drew her against him, her back to his front.
“Sean,” she whispered.
Dipping his head, he kissed her neck. A little shiver shook her as she reached up to cup the back of his head. He palmed her breasts. So perfect. So beautiful. The pink tips tight and eager for his touch.
He heard Nicole’s breath shorten as he fondled her. Her pulse quickened. Moving restlessly, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his hard cock. Moaning, Sean squeezed her breast and slid his other hand down past the triangle of curls to brush her clit.
Her hips jerked as she moaned. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze and drew him down for a ravenous kiss.
“You’re so wet for me,” he uttered hoarsely, and dipped a long finger inside her.
“Yes.”
He added a second, thrusting in and out in a rhythm he would soon mimic with his cock. All the while, he stroked her clit with his thumb and continued stroking her breast. Moaning, Nicole rocked against him, writhing in his arms, breath shortening until an orgasm crashed through her. Sean clenched his teeth as her warm channel pulsed round his fingers.
He needed to be inside her. Now.
Urging her forward, he bent Nicole over the foot of his big bed. The mattress was so high that her toes barely touched the floor as he pressed a knee between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “I love your ass,” he murmured, smoothing his hands over it as his cock pressed against her clit.
Her breath quickened.
Fisting his cock, he pressed it to her slick entrance. Sean groaned as he pushed forward, an inch at a time, slowly stretching her, drawing out the pleasure. “Nicole.” Her hands curled into fists around the covers as she pushed back against him, drawing him in deeper. He gripped her tighter and hoped like hell he wouldn’t leave bruises. He wanted to go slow, to rebuild the heat and drive her to another orgasm before he came. But she made it hard. Made him hard. Or harder. Rolling her hips as he withdrew almost to the crown and pushing back against him when he eagerly thrust deep again.