“I noticed.”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. You always just smiled, said hi, chatted for a minute, then turned away.”
“I had to turn away.” Releasing her, he motioned to his face. “My damn eyes would always start to glow. And even if they didn’t, I would’ve still had to turn away so you wouldn’t notice how hard you made me and think me a total perv.”
She grinned. “Really?”
“Really.”
She cupped his face and studied his eyes. “So your eyes glow when you’re turned on?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why they’re glowing now?”
“Yes.” When she offered no further comment, his brow furrowed. “What are you thinking?”
She decided to be honest. “I’m thinking about all the muscles I’d like to move right now, beginning with my leg muscles so I can do this.” Shifting, she rose to her knees, slung a leg across him, and straddled his lap.
He hissed in a breath. Sliding his hands down to grip her hips, he drew her toward him until her core made contact with his hard cock, the cloth of their pants the only thing that separated them.
Pleasure shot through her, loosing a moan.
His hold tightened as he ducked his head and pressed his lips to her neck just beneath her ear.
A sensual shiver shook her, driving her to grind against his hard length. Just once. And ohhhhhh, how amazing it felt.
Nick drew back enough to press his forehead to hers and released a ragged breath. “You’re killing me, Kayla.”
“Why?” Was that breathy voice hers?
“Because I desperately want to follow through on this but don’t know how much time we have before Becca and Eliana get here.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh crap.” He might as well have dumped a bucket of ice water on her. “You’re right. It probably wouldn’t be good if we were naked and humping like bunnies when they came in.”
He laughed, some of the intensity leaving his face as he shook his head. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”
She smiled. “What is?”
“You and me.”
Excitement skittered through her. “Is there going to be a you and me?”
“If I have anything to say about it? Hell yes.”
She didn’t know if it was his answer, his hard cock pressing against her, or the affection in his eyes, but she suddenly felt so giddy her head spun. “Good.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Why don’t you try to get some rest before Becca gets here? I have a feeling she isn’t going to let you out of her sight for a while.”
“Only if you rest with me. You haven’t slept all night.” Or day. Nick often worked nights and slept during the day.
Kicking off his boots, he scooted back until he reclined against the pillows and extended an arm.
Smiling, she stretched out beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. “What should I tell Becca when she gets here?”
“That your injuries weren’t as bad as they thought. A broken arm. A concussion. Some soreness and bruising. But you’ll recover in no time.” He curled his arm around her and cuddled her closer.
Eager to comply, Kayla turned onto her side and rested her casted arm on his rock-hard abs. Dragging one leg up, she draped it across his thighs.
Arousal remained a slow burn. The longer she touched him, the higher the flames grew.
Rubbing her cheek against one of his muscled pecs, she drew in his scent and wanted nothing more than to slide over on top of him and rock against him until they both came.
Well. Actually there was one thing she wanted more: to get naked with him and explore all those hard muscles of his while he drove his hard cock deep inside her.
“How soon did you say they would get here?” she asked, imagining him taking her fast and hard in what would undoubtedly be the best quickie of her life.
“Too soon,” he grumbled, his heart thudding beneath her ear.
“Damn.” She couldn’t seem to calm her body down enough to fall asleep. Nor could she turn her mind away from contemplating all the ways they could make each other come now that she knew Nick was attracted to her. “I haven’t dated anyone since my divorce. I guess it would freak Becca out if she walked in here and found your face in my lap or me down on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Kayla.” Every muscle in his body went rigid. Then he rolled toward her, not stopping until she was on her back and he loomed over her. He shoved a muscled thigh between hers, parting them and making room for himself. Then, his eyes as bright as the damned sun, he ducked his head and claimed her lips, devouring her and stoking the flames until she moaned and arched up against him.
Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. It had been soooooo long since any man had touched her. And Nick wasn’t just any man. He was the one who frequented all of her illicit sexual fantasies.
She moaned a protest when his lips left hers and trailed kisses across her cheek to her ear. His warm breath sent more sensual shivers through her that seemed to go straight to her core before he raised his head and stared down at her.
She fisted her hands in his shirt and tried to drag him back down so she could taste those oh-so-talented lips of his again, feel his tongue slide against hers.
But he refused to budge. “I want to see your face.”
She shook her head, her mind too fogged with lust to comprehend.
He rested a big hand on her stomach. His fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt and drew it up. Then those long, warm fingers splayed on her bare stomach and slipped beneath the waistband of her scrub pants.
She sucked in a breath. She wore no underwear. Hers must have been removed at the hospital.
Anticipation gripped her as he combed his fingers through the hair on her mound and found her clit.
Her breath released in a whoosh, followed by a moan as he explored further.
“You’re so wet for me,” he rumbled.
Kayla could only nod, her pulse off the charts as he stroked her.
He slipped a long finger inside her. Then another, stretching her, thrusting in and out. So good.
His thumb, slick from her arousal, settled against her clit.
“Remember that preternatural speed I mentioned?” he murmured, his voice a husky growl that worked her as efficiently as his fingers.
She nodded, incapable of speech.
Suddenly his thumb moved… fast… stimulating her like a fucking vibrator. His fingers did, too.
Fire raced through her, the pleasure so great her eyes rolled back in her head. Closing them, she cried out as the most intense orgasm she had experienced in years ripped through her. She bucked against his hand, her inner muscles clamping down around his fingers, squeezing and releasing for what seemed like forever as the pleasure went on and on until she collapsed into a breathless heap beneath him.
Nick withdrew his fingers and slipped his hand out of her pants.
All quieted save for her jagged breaths.
“Beautiful,” he declared hoarsely.
Prying her heavy lids open, she stared up at him.
Those eyes. They were so bright against his tan skin and black-as-midnight hair.
Reaching up, she cupped his face in her right hand. “You’re beautiful.” And she still couldn’t quite believe how radically her life had changed in just a few hours. Couldn’t believe she was here in Nick’s bed, his big body covering hers, those iridescent eyes staring down at her with passion and no little affection. Her lips twitched. “And if what you just did was the special gift you were born with, then I wish to hell you would’ve shown me sooner.”