Secretly Craving You(31)

Heat rushing over her, she squeezed her eyes shut, though she didn't know why it should bother her. So she owned a vibrator. So what? Most women did these days. Her marriage had crumbled more than two years ago, and she'd certainly not been ready to date or have random sex with strangers. But she was still a woman with sexual needs.

"I don't like it," she said.

"What?"

"The vibrator. It's just a cold piece of plastic. Not a flesh-and-blood man with a hard, hot cock."

He frowned, his jaw clenched hard as if her words made him ache. His silver eyes had turned smoky, his lashes lowered. "I'm going to untie your robe belt."

Her heart rate skyrocketing, she remained silent, simply trying to breathe evenly. She had fantasized about this bad boy for the past three years. Her crotch was soaked, and her legs were trembling. Waves of heat and shivers passed over her skin because, dammit, now she had a crush on Nick. Actually, she'd had a crush on him longer than she cared to admit. He drew her on much more than a physical level. He stirred up her emotions even more intensely than he did her body.

"What do you say?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes," she whispered, wanting her clothes off. And his. Her skin ached to have his hot naked body sliding along it. To feel those hard pecs, and his washboard abs pressed against her.

He tugged at the belt and gently parted the robe. She wasn't wearing a nightgown. She'd only had time to yank on her panties when he'd knocked…as she was approaching orgasm. She hadn't wanted to stop, but the idea of seeing Nick during such an erotic moment had been too enticing to resist.

"I was hoping to find you naked under here." Stroking his slightly roughened fingertips over her stomach, along her ribcage and beneath her bare breasts, he covered her body in tingles of anticipation.

Touch me.

She almost asked, her hard nipples aching to be squeezed and tormented by his fingers. With his teasing touch, intense chills covered her and she gasped. Her back arched off the bed before she could prevent it.

"Nick?"

"Hmm?" Using both hands, he hooked his fingers into her pink bikini panties, gently slid them down her thighs and tossed them aside. "Damn, you're wet," he murmured and blew out a breath.

She glanced down at his jeans fly and the protrusion behind it. "And you're hard."

His eyes met hers. "You got that right."

So, bare that gorgeous cock and put it to use.

Placing a knee on the bed beside her and bending forward, he placed gentle kisses between her breasts, inhaled deeply and moaned. His expression soulful and filled with need, he brushed his lips across one nipple, then pressed an adoring kiss to the tip.

Wanting to sink her fingers into his hair and tug him closer, she yanked at the handcuffs, making them rattle. "Yes." She arched her back, pushing her breast more firmly against his mouth. His stubble stimulated her, taunted her.

"Mmm." He flicked his tongue against her aching nipple.

"Oh my god, Nick," she gasped. "Yes. Please."

He drew in a hissing breath. His expression was scorching and infinitely aroused. "Tell me what you want."

"Suck my nipples," she whispered, ashamed to ask, but at the same time desperate. "Please."

"Damn, I love hearing you say that," he growled, then tugged one tip into his hot, wet mouth and nibbled on it as if he wanted to devour her.

A shock went from her breast to her pussy. She cried out, writhing. Having Nick do these amazing, erotic things to her was beyond her comprehension. Especially after having fantasized about him for so long. Reality was far better than her dreams.

"More," she requested.

He lavished her other nipple with kisses and a delightful tonguing. This only made her more restless, more desperate to experience all of him.

Moving down, he kissed a trail along her stomach, then flicked his tongue into her belly button. The scruffy stubble on his chin rasped her sensitive skin, slightly painful, but so electrically stimulating. She was afraid to think about where he was headed, lower and lower. Would he do what she hoped? Something her own ex-husband had never wanted to do to her?

She held her breath, waiting.

Nick brushed his lips against her pubic hair and gave a soft moan, his breath heating her mound. Oh, it took all her strength not to arch into him and beg him. When he sat back on his knees and urged her thighs apart, she spread them willingly. She couldn't help herself. No one had ever done this to her and she wondered what it would feel like. She also wondered why Nick wanted to. Was he truly as giving and caring as he seemed, despite being a rough-edged bad boy?

His heated gaze locked on her exposed pussy. "Baby, you're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, then lowered his head, his breath whispering across her inner thigh.