Wow.
It had been eons since a man had held her—more than two years. She'd forgotten what she'd been missing. In Nick's arms, she felt safe and protected and almost…cherished. Was she nuts? She didn't know, but she loved the feel of his strong arm around her.
Abruptly, he moved his hand upward from her waist, slowly grazing his fingertips over her ribs, then gently cupped her breast and moaned.
Oh my god. Need struck her hard.
He lightly tweaked her rigid nipple through the material of her nightgown and instinct caused her to shove her ass back against his groin. His granite erection ground against her. He felt amazing. But, gasping in shock at herself, she forced herself to pull away.
"Where you going?" he murmured and tightened his hold around her torso.
"You're awake?"
"I am now. What about you?"
Awake? Yes. Able to breathe and make rational decisions? No.
Why had he gotten into bed with her? She'd left him sitting on the sofa.
She started to ask, but he trailed a hand downward over her stomach, then beneath her gown. The roughened tips of his fingers slipped into the top edge of her bikini panties.
"Nick?" She'd meant it to be a protest, but it came out breathy. Dammit, she didn't get breathy.
"Hmm?" It sounded like a wicked moan. His prickly beard stubble scraped against her neck, abrasive but arousing.
She held her breath when his hand inched slowly lower, over her mound. Oh, he was being extremely bad and so was she, because she couldn't tell him to stop. Gently, his short blunt fingernails raked through the hair on her mound, patiently up and down, incredibly stimulating. Warm, wet arousal drenched her crotch.
Touch me, Nick, please.
Gradually, his hand moved lower. With his fingertips, he teased the outer lips of her sex. Her libido shifted into overdrive. Moaning, she barely restrained herself from thrusting her butt against him again, inviting him to slide inside her.
Prickly-hot moisture rushed through her pussy and toward his hand. She couldn't be near him without getting turned on. That's the way it had always been. But now that sensation was magnified a thousand times. She'd never felt anything like it.
His finger slid between her sex lips and across her clit. Gasping at the blinding flash of need, she felt paralyzed and unable to breathe, clearly some instinctive malfunction that held her enthralled while a prime alpha male could do his worst. Or best.
"Damn, you're drenched." He slid two fingers through her moisture. "Spread your legs a little," he whispered.
No, I don't want to! Yes, she did. Who could resist the indulgence of being stroked by those gifted fingers? Not her. She lifted her top leg.
"Yeah." Two of his fingers slid along her swollen sex lips toward her opening, then dipped inside. "You feel so good, Emily," he growled.
Arousal pounded through her body like a loud, erotic, hard-rock song. Her back arched and her ass rubbed against his rigid cock. What would it feel like driving into her? She could just imagine how the flared head would stimulate her.
She squirmed, annoyed at the clothes and sheets between them. Moaning, she craved his bare, heated skin stroking over hers. He felt so sexy, with his rough, almost harsh masculinity, she wanted to attack him. She yearned to be pinned under him, at his mercy, while he drove his luscious, hard cock relentlessly into her. The pleasure would be overwhelming.
Though it had been years, she'd seen his erection and knew it was long and thick. She didn't know if she could handle him, but she wanted to try.
"Nick?"
"Yeah." He pulled one of her legs back over his, widening them further, then cupped a palm possessively over her mound. "You're so damned hot, Em," he whispered.
"Mmm." She found her hand entangled in his hair behind her head. She wanted to drag him closer. She wanted to climb on him and ride him.
His wet fingers circled her clit, round and round, hypnotizing and so stimulating all she could do was grind her ass against his cock. He drew forth erotic sensations so powerful she thought she might beg him for sex.
He slid one finger inside, then slowly drew it in and out.
She cried out at the amazing sensations. Oh, why couldn't that be his cock? "Please," she gasped.
He moaned in her ear. "You feel good, Em. Wet, hot, tight."
Her hips moved, thrusting and riding his finger.
"Mmm. More," she begged.
His finger inside her felt larger, then she realized he'd inserted two. He slid them in and out, her moisture making everything incredibly slick. That gentle stretching sensation made her imagine his cock. Sudden tingles spiraled through her, taunting her with orgasm. The feeling hovered as if waiting for him.
"Oh my god," she gasped, arching further.
"Yeah, that's good. Come for me," he urged, his breath burning against her ear.