Cursing, Nick shoved himself from the bed and paced, lightning flares piercing the darkness now and then.
He didn't need to see his cock to know it was fully erect and eager for some action. Being around Emily all day had almost driven his crazy. She was so damned beautiful, and the way she looked at him, her dark blue eyes lingering on him, her gaze caressing him…she wanted him. And he sure as hell wanted her, more than any other woman he'd ever met.
What he wouldn't give to taste her, just once.
He grabbed his jeans and started to put them on.
"I can't do this," he muttered, throwing his jeans down. If he went to her, how would he control himself?
Remembering how he'd stroked her luscious body and got her off in Atlanta, he cursed. That had been so damned good. His whole body ached with the need to touch her again, to give her an orgasm. He wouldn't have sex with her. He would just make her come.
After dragging on his jeans, he felt the handcuffs in the pocket. He'd cleaned them a few hours ago, fantasizing the whole time about handcuffing her to the bed, just like that scene in her sexy romance book.
He was an idiot for even considering it…but her fantasy intruded on his thoughts again. Her legs spread wide, she was touching herself, rubbing her fingers in a circle over her wet, swollen clit.
He ground his teeth at how hot that was.
In the next image that invaded his brain, her arms were stretched above her head, and her wrists secured in his handcuffs. He pushed her thighs up and apart…
Dammit, he couldn't wait any longer to see her, to taste her. After yanking open the door, he climbed the stairs and quietly strode barefoot down the dim hallway to her door and paused, lightning illuminating the way.
Hell! He shouldn't do this. If he knocked, if he went into that bedroom, he'd want to do a lot more than touch her with his hands and mouth. He wanted it all. Everything. To take her every way possible. But with Emily, it wouldn't simply be a quick fuck. It would be something he'd never forget. Something he wouldn't want to walk away from.
But he couldn't have everything he wanted. He would handcuff her and lick her head to toe. What would she taste like? He had to know.
He knocked lightly at the door.
His psychic vision had ended, but he suspected she was right on the edge of orgasm and he wanted to be there for that, and be the cause of it.
"Emily?" he said, fighting the urge to turn the knob and walk in.
Moments later, the door inched open. She wore a short pink robe and looked completely edible in the soft lamplight. Her hair was slightly mussed, her eyes dark with yearning, her lips parted. She appeared beyond speech. Her breathing was shallow and erratic.
"Can I come in?" he asked, arousal churning through him, urging him to dive in for a kiss. But he must maintain control.
"Umm…yes." Her words were husky and little more than a whisper. Her eyes searched his.
He inhaled, drawing in her female fragrance…the sweet, erotic scent of her essence.
"I know what you were doing." His cock was fully hard, eager to slide between those wet sex lips. He had to see them, touch them, taste them.
A blush reddened her face and throat. "Trying to sleep."
He shook his head. "No."
"So, what was I doing?" Annoyance sharpened her tone, yet her darkened eyes ate him up.
"You really want me to tell you?" he murmured, then glanced down at her nipples, protruding through the thin silky material of her robe, making him ache.
She bit her lip, remaining silent.
"I'm psychic sometimes. Remember?" he asked.
"Oh." The blush intensified. "Well, if you're so psychic why don't you figure out where the killer is and send in the police?"
"I would if I could, but it doesn't work like that. I see what I see. I was never able to learn to control it. What I do know is that you're fantasizing about us—together—and touching yourself."
Her mouth dropped open. "Are you insane?"
He tried to hold back his grin. "Most likely."
"So now you read minds, do you?"
He nodded. "Yours. I know what you want." Though it was threatening his sanity, he wanted to play with her again. Maybe fulfill some of her fantasies. And his own.
He slid his hand into his jeans pocket, pulled out the handcuffs and dangled them from a finger. "Look what I brought."
She frowned and her nipples hardened further beneath that silk robe, making his mouth water. "What? You're going to arrest me?" Her tone was defensive and irritated, but beneath that, he felt her powerful arousal.
He grinned. "If that's the game you want to play."
"I don't want to play any games. I want you to…to go back to your room." She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding those luscious nipples.