Secretly Craving You(34)

"I never expected something like that from innocent little Emily," he murmured in her ear.

"I'm not so innocent."

He pulled back, grinning, and grabbed the soap. "I noticed. Naughty little Emily fits you better." He lathered his hands, then washed her chin, neck, shoulders and breasts. He kept his attention on his task.

She didn't know what she expected from him afterward, but she needed an emotional intimacy she would probably never have. Instead, she forced herself to focus on their sexual connection—that was one thing she knew existed between them. And they still hadn't had actual sex yet. So far, all had been foreplay. Intensely pleasurable foreplay, but what would the real deal be like?

For a few minutes while he bathed her, head to toe, his cock was relaxed, but still large. Then she noticed it starting to grow firmer and jut out. Especially when he used his hand to wash between her legs. His wet, soapy fingers slid gently along her sex lips, making her want to grind against his hand.

"Mmm." He bent her leg and dragged it up to his hip, spreading her.

He leaned down and kissed her, then flicked his tongue against her lips. She teased it with her own tongue until he growled and sank his tongue possessively into her mouth. She almost drowned in the deep, thorough kiss.

Arousal bloomed throughout her body and she tingled where his fingers lightly traced and parted her tender sex lips, tempting her.

Jaw clenched hard, he groaned, removed his hand and lowered her leg.

No, don't stop, she wanted to tell him.

"Damn, you're amazing," he said.

Warmth spread through her at his words, and the affectionate look in his eyes. "No, you are." She kissed his chest, his neck and stroked her hand along his erection, which was growing harder by the minute.

With that hooded gaze, he observed her as if somehow she fascinated him. "I knew you were watching."

"What?" she asked. Oh no! Did he mean when she'd spied on him in the shower a couple of nights ago?

A little grin slipped out, making him look incredibly mischievous. "Three years ago, after your wedding. You watched Cassie and me in that hotel suite."

Emily straightened and pulled back, heat and mortification scorching her. "You knew?" How had he seen her? She thought she'd been hidden.

His grin widening devilishly, he drew her into his arms again, his hands circling her waist. "Yeah, I saw you. You naughty little voyeur." His hard cock twitched against her belly.

Realization dawned, searing her with excitement. "You wanted me to watch."

He shrugged. "If you wanted to. Hell, it turned me on, big time." His gaze grew darker, more serious and his voice lower and deeper. "I wanted to make you wet, even then."

"You did make me wet," she confessed. It was a secret she'd kept to herself for three years, but it felt good to finally tell him.

His raw honesty about wanting to turn her on and his commanding tone of possessiveness excited her. Even when she'd been married to his brother he'd wanted to arouse her? Though she should be disgusted or angry, she was actually breathless with disbelief and some fragile emotion she didn't know the name of.

Could she be falling in love with Nick?





Chapter Ten


What the hell had just happened? All Nick knew was that he'd experienced the most stunning, scorching orgasm of his life. To know he'd made her wet, while she'd been watching three years ago, made him crazy. His need for her was so much more than simple physical arousal; it possessed him, body, mind and soul.

Holding Emily under the warm shower spray, he wanted to tell her he'd fantasized he was having sex with her that night, three years ago, instead of Cassie. But now didn't seem like the best time. It wasn't something he was proud of. He had been curious about what she'd thought, and whether she'd gotten aroused by watching. Emily and Jared probably had sex on their wedding night, of course. He knew that, but he didn't like it. What he kept wondering was whether she had been thinking of Jared or Nick at the time.

He'd had no claim on her, yet jealousy stabbed at him, and guilt gored him. Damn. He'd always worried he'd somehow caused their divorce. But he couldn't have. He was miles away by then. And one little voyeurism session shouldn't cause a divorce.

Truth was Jared had destroyed their marriage because he'd been unfaithful. That was one thing Nick could never understand—why marry someone if you weren't absolutely certain you could be faithful? He wasn't the most traditional person, but he believed in keeping his word. A vow was a promise that should never be broken.

Nick hadn't visited Jared and Emily during their marriage, except for having a beer with Jared one day when he was in Savannah. By necessity, he'd kept away from Emily. She might see the truth in his eyes—that he craved her more than a junkie craved a drug.