Secretly Craving You(17)

His thrusting finger movements made her crave something much larger. His cock would feel divine right now. She moaned, widening her legs for him.

He circled her swollen clit again, then plunged his fingers deep to stroke and tease her G-spot. "Oh hell, yeah," he whispered, his insistent tone matching his relentless and erotic finger movements.

An orgasm smashed into her, the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her, sucking her under and drowning her in a sea of delicious sensations. Her body bucked against him but he held her tightly in place, forcing her to endure every last ounce of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. And to think, Nick had caused it so quickly with only his fingers. What kind of massive orgasm would his cock give her?

As the exhilaration ebbed, she craved more. It couldn't end so soon. Reaching a hand back, she encountered a sheet between her and his erection. He was hard as marble. Needing him now, she squeezed his cock.

"Hell," he muttered, along with a string of curses, and shoved himself from the bed. A moment later the bathroom door slammed.

A shock went through her, yanking her from the languid, orgasm-induced euphoria. What just happened? She hadn't even caught her breath from the best orgasm of her life, and he didn't want to follow the next logical step. What was going on with him?

Not that she thought it was the smartest thing to have a fling with her ex's brother. No, that would be stupid. He was a womanizer exactly like Jared. Probably worse. She should be grateful he'd left her lying in bed alone. But she wasn't.

She felt thoroughly rejected.

* * * *

Nick turned on the shower and stepped under the cold spray. The icy water chilled his overheated skin. Hell, he had to do something before he fucked Emily senseless. He'd thought he could control himself better than that, but he'd come close to yanking the sheet aside and sliding between her legs. Was he insane? He couldn't have his brother's ex-wife. What kind of ass would that make him?

Besides, he was supposed to be guarding and protecting her. If he got involved with her, he'd lose his edge and his objectivity, putting both their lives in danger.

Still, his erection didn't diminish. Apparently his libido didn't give a damn about danger or threats.

He took his rigid, yearning cock in his hand and squeezed. Ahh. Pleasure and longing ricocheted through him.

"Damn," he muttered. When had he ever been this hard? And when had he ever wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Emily?

Never.

He lathered his cock with soap and stroked it, imagining his hand was Emily's tight pussy. He needed her so bad he could hardly breathe right now. She'd been so turned on she might have agreed to sex, but he couldn't do it. It would be a betrayal of Jared. If his brother were alive, he wouldn't want Nick having sex with Emily. Brothers didn't betray each other like that.

His cock didn't care about things like honor and loyalty.

Remembering how he'd touched Emily minutes ago in bed and how she came so beautifully in his arms, Nick stifled a groan and stroked his cock. She was so snug, he'd barely been able to fit two fingers inside her. She'd felt amazing—slick, swollen, and so responsive she'd had an orgasm only a couple of minutes after he'd first touched her.

How he'd love it if she was here in the shower with him. He'd lift her, wrap her legs around his waist and take her against the tile wall. She was the only woman he'd wanted or fantasized about for the past three years. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him, but he couldn't get her out of his head.

He stroked himself faster. Damn, she would feel so amazing, her sweet, tight pussy squeezing the head of his cock, just as it had clutched at his fingers moments ago. So wet and steamy. She'd moan his name and beg him to go faster. An orgasm rushed through him. The pleasure and intensity made him stagger back against the cold tile wall and sag there in the cool spray until his strength and breath returned.

What the hell was he going to do about her?

Pushing himself away from the wall and turning the water to warm, he washed himself all over, trying to figure out what he would say to her. He was never at a loss for words around a woman, so why was he now?

Before her, he'd never wanted a woman he couldn't have. Of course, he could have her, but what would that make him? What would he be doing to Jared's memory?

Nick couldn't be that much of a bastard.

He might bend the rules to get the job done, but he didn't like compromising his own principals. Brothers and friends had a code of honor—they didn't screw each other's women. At least, that's the way it used to be.

At any rate, if Jared were alive and knew how badly Nick wanted Emily, he'd probably never speak to him again, despite the divorce, despite everything. He had to honor the memory of his brother. He couldn't touch Emily again.