“Nick,” she moaned.
He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Loved her scent. Her taste. Every moan he elicited. He moved his tongue with preternatural speed so it would feel like a vibrator.
She bucked against him, muscles straining as she cried out with another orgasm.
Nick straightened. Need pounded through him. Reaching over his shoulder, he gripped the back of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head. His pants and boxers hit the floor half a second later. His boots joined the pile before Kayla could even catch her breath.
Still clutching the covers, she devoured what she could see of him with her eyes. “Crap,” she breathed suddenly.
He stilled. “What?”
She bit her lip as her brow furrowed. “Do you have any condoms? I haven’t done this in so long that I completely forgot.”
He shook his head. “I’m immune to all human illnesses, including STDs. And you’re not ovulating—I would sense it.” He couldn’t get her pregnant even if she were ovulating but didn’t want to go into that right now.
“Cool to the first thing. The second’s a little weird,” she said, a twinkle of amusement entering her eyes. “But good. I don’t want anything between us when you’re inside me.”
Shit. Joining her on the bed, Nick counseled himself not to be too rough and silently cursed when he immediately disregarded that, slid his arms beneath her, lifted, and tossed her.
A startled sound escaped her as her head landed on the pillows. Subtle ab muscles rippled as she propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him. Her eyes widened when they fell to the erection jutting toward her.
“I’ll go slow,” he vowed. It might kill him, but he’d do it for her.
The tip of her pink tongue slipped out and glided over her lips as though she were imagining how he’d taste. “Don’t.”
He paused. Don’t what? Don’t take her?
Her eyes met his. She parted her legs to make room for him. “Don’t go slow. Don’t hold back.”
Fire raced through him.
“And don’t make me wait any longer. I want you inside me. Now, Nick.”
Fuck. He wanted that, too.
Nick settled himself between her thighs and nudged her entrance with his hard cock. She felt so small beneath him. So delicate. He loved that. Loved her. But knew it was too soon to tell her.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer.
Both moaned as he pressed forward, entering her slowly despite her entreaties. She was so warm and wet and tight, squeezing him as he thrust a little deeper and withdrew, thrust deeper and withdrew, continuing until he was finally seated to the hilt inside her.
Her fingers curled against his back, her short nails pricking his skin. Lifting her knees, she wrapped her legs around him and rotated her hips, grinding against him. “Soooo good.”
His control snapped. Nick did as she’d requested then, taking her fast and hard, driving into her over and over again, no holds barred. She felt too good. He’d waited too long. Had wanted to be with her for years.
He teased her breasts, devoured her lips, and thrust even deeper as she scored his back with her nails. Slipping a hand beneath her, he gripped her beautiful ass, altered the angle of her hips, and ground against her clit with every hard thrust. Moans of pleasure escaped her as she clutched him tighter, urging him on and driving him wild until she threw her head back and cried out.
Her warm walls clamped down around him, squeezing and releasing until he shouted her name and came deep inside her.
Heart racing, muscles relaxing, Nick braced his elbows on the bed so he wouldn’t rest too much weight on her, then lowered his head to the pillow beside hers. His breath came fast and ruffled her hair as he nuzzled her neck. Hers did, too, emerging in pants that slowly lengthened and calmed.
Moisture gleamed on their skin, cooling as passion faded.
A peace and contentment he had never experienced before settled upon him. Usually once Nick satisfied his sexual needs, he couldn’t leave the bed fast enough. He had never in his long life wanted to linger afterward. To snuggle closer. Indulge in slow, leisurely caresses. Express affection with light kisses.
Only Kayla made him want those things.
Lifting his head, he gazed down at her.
Her pretty hazel eyes reflected the bright amber glow of his as she stared up at him with the same wonder he felt. “Wow,” she whispered.
Smiling, he brushed her tousled hair back from her face. “I was thinking the same thing.”
She cupped his face in both hands.
Nick dropped his gaze to her left arm and sent her a look of chagrin. “I forgot to remove your cast. Sorry about that.”
When he started to lean back so he could do it now, she halted him and shook her head. “Leave it. You can remove it later.” A playful gleam entered her eyes as she arched a brow. “Because I believe you mentioned something about two hours being too quick for our first time?”
He grinned. “Far too quick.”
She shifted her hips and sucked in a breath. “You’re still hard.”
Nick bit back a groan. “As I said, immortals don’t need recovery time. We can go all night. Or all day in this instance.” Dawn wasn’t far away.
“Well,” she said with a smile, “as a mere mortal, I don’t know if I can go all day, but I’d sure like to try.”
“Yes!”
She laughed, then moaned when he withdrew almost to the crown and thrust hard.
“Better yet…” Nick rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so she straddled him with his cock still buried deep inside her. “I want to watch you ride me.” Her long hair draped around her like a curtain. “While I play with your beautiful breasts.” He cupped the lovely mounds and teased her nipples.
Bracing her hands on his chest, she flexed the muscles in her thighs and rose, sliding along his length, then plunged down and seated him deep again.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He continued to fondle her breasts while she set the rhythm, her movements growing bolder as pleasure erased whatever insecurities lingered over baring her body to him. Insecurities he was determined to banish completely over the next few hours.
She raked his chest lightly with her nails. Nick groaned, and she pinched his nipples. Swearing, he tweaked hers. She rotated her hips, altering the angle hers met his, picked up the pace, and drove him wild until he was clenching his teeth to hold back his release. Nick slid a hand down her stomach, teased her curls with his fingers, then began to stroke her clit as he thrust up to meet her.
Kayla cried out as she came, again clamping down around his cock and squeezing him until he joined her. As the last ripples washed over them both, she sank limply onto his chest.
Nick wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her close.
Her heart slammed against her narrow rib cage, matching the frantic pace of his.
Burying his nose in her hair, he found her ear and whispered, “I still want you.”
She smiled against his chest. “You did say two hours wouldn’t be enough.”
“Not nearly enough.”
“Can I catch my breath first?”
He chuckled. “Yes.”
Resting her cast atop his chest, she propped her chin on it and smiled. “Then what?”
Lifting his head, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Then I’m going to stand right there”—he looked at the side of the bed—“drag you to the edge of the mattress, flip you over onto your stomach, and show you how advantageous a bed this high can be.”