I can't watch. I can't watch.
His thumbs spread her at the same time he stroked his searing, wet tongue up along her sensitive lips. She gasped, her back arching, and held herself open and ready for him. Her moisture trickled out with a slight tickling sensation and deep inside, she ached for him.
"Nick." Her voice was almost a sob. She wanted him so bad she almost begged.
He slid his finger into her, and her inner muscles clutched at it. With his tongue, he lapped at her sensitized clit. She couldn't have imagined how a tongue would feel stimulating her—hot, slick and gentle, but at the same time, firm and velvety-rough.
"Nick, please." I don't want your finger. I want your cock. But she couldn't bring herself to say those words to him. She was moaning, or was it whining? Desperate for more, desperate for relief. Desperate to have his big cock driving into her hard, fast and deep. She'd never been this aroused in her life.
"Yeah, baby, that's it." He withdrew his finger and stroked his tongue along her sensitive lips. "Damn, your pussy's sweet. I knew it would be." He slid his tongue into her, then went crazy flicking her clit.
She squirmed, writhed. "Oh my god, Nick," she gasped at the overload of pleasure and erotic sensation.
"Is that good?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Yes," she hissed. "So good."
"You're so damn hot," he growled, sliding two fingers in and drawing them out, his cock tenting his jeans. She needed it so badly she trembled.
He stared into her eyes, his darkened by arousal…and emotion. She would give anything to know what he was feeling right now. Was he as deeply affected as she was?
He dropped down and licked her clit again, sucked at it, while he continued sliding his fingers. She grew frenzied, her legs spread wide as they'd go.
Holding onto the post she was handcuffed to, she waited while the tingling orgasm approached like a massive tidal wave, her whole body trembling, drawn tight. The overwhelming sensations smashed into her and she screamed. Scalding, violent pleasure consumed her. She shoved herself toward him, needing his weight on her, longing to have him crush her into the mattress as he ground his cock into her.
The orgasm was so intense it bordered on pain. She almost blacked out and her ears buzzed. Wow…how great would it have felt if he'd been inside her?
When the climax ebbed, she found she needed him still. Fingers were nowhere near as good as his cock would be, and that's what she craved.
As she tried to catch her breath, he unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from her wrists.
"Nick." She reached for him, but he stepped back. "I want you," she whispered, hoping he wouldn't make her beg.
"Not like that." His pained expression surprised her. He left the room, closing the door behind.
What did he mean? And where was he going? He was so obviously aroused.
Was he insane? No way was she letting him do that and just walk out.
She pulled on her robe and jogged down the stairs to the living room, then to the bedroom where he was staying. The room was empty, but the door to the bathroom was closed. He was again going to masturbate in the shower, as he had last night, wasn't he?
No, she wasn't letting him do that alone again.
She pressed her ear to the door and heard the shower running. Since the lock was broken, she silently pushed the door open. Nick stood in the shower, his head hung beneath the spray that drenched his hair and turned it darker. He flung his hair back and let the spray hit his face. Grasping his erection in one hand, he slowly stroked.
After slipping off her robe, she opened the glass shower door.
Startled, he faced her with a scowl. "What the hell are you doing in here? I locked the door."
She shook her head and let her gaze travel down his wet, sculpted body. "Lock's broken."
His jaw clenched tight and his glare remained in place.
"Why do you always leave me?" she asked. "Why won't you—"
"I can't," he growled. "Don't you understand?" His dark, tormented tone surprised her.
She searched his troubled gaze. "No. Why can't you?"
He let out a harsh breath. "I just can't."
"Please tell me why."
"Because of Jared," he finally said. "He was my only brother, and I can't betray his memory. He wouldn't want me to touch you."
She was startled speechless for a moment. "What? Who cares what Jared would want? We were divorced. And now he's gone. Besides, he never cared about me. You know that. He cheated on me with other women."
"Hell," Nick rasped, glancing away.
Naked, she stepped into the steamy shower and closed the door, almost overwhelmed by the intense emotion she witnessed on Nick's face. His honor and loyalty to his brother long after it was warranted touched her. Nick truly was a good man.