Wouldn't they make a cute couple? Emily smiled at Nick. He came toward her, crowded her against the counter and kissed her, shielding her from everyone's view with his tall body and broad shoulders. She slid her arms around his neck, licked at his lips and ground her hard nipples against his chest, trying to tell him wordlessly that she wanted him again, now.
"Mmm, you just wait," he whispered.
"I can't," she breathed, then accepted the hot tongue kiss he gave her.
Pierce cleared his throat. "Nick?"
With a low growl, he released her and turned to face his friend. "Yeah."
"I have to get going."
"So soon?" Tia asked.
"Yeah, I'd like to stay, but I've got a case that's busting my ass."
"That's too bad." Tia sounded petulant.
Emily peered around Nick's shoulder to see what was going on between those two. Naturally, her friend would be attracted to Pierce with his dark hair and vivid blue eyes.
"Well, here's my card." Tia handed him a business card. She loved giving those things out and had them scattered all over town.
Pierce eyed it. "I doubt I'll need a wedding coordinator anytime soon," he said dryly.
Tia lifted a brow, her gaze trailing over his sleek muscular body. "I don't just coordinate weddings, you know."
Nick snorted, then whispered in Emily's ear. "She's exactly what he needs."
* * * *
Hot water ran in rivulets down Emily's sore, sensitive body. Nick had told her to wait for him in the shower while he said a few parting words to Pierce. She wished he'd hurry already.
The police had finally left. And though she was tired from having gotten no sleep, she felt wired and a little scared. What if Nick left tonight? Or tomorrow?
What if he went back to Atlanta and she only saw him a couple of times a year? Her heart ached and salty tears burned her eyes. She was stupid to have fallen in love with him.
At the sound of the shower door opening, she turned. Nick stepped in, naked and gorgeous.
Grasping her waist in his strong hands, he pulled her close and kissed her. "Mmm." The long, slow, exploring kiss left her aching for more. Grinning, he pulled back and held his head beneath the shower spray. While he shampooed his hair, she soaped up his sculpted body with her pomegranate shower gel, thinking how fun it was to make him smell feminine. She could tease him about it later.
After rinsing his hair, he dragged her close and rubbed his soapy, slick chest against her breasts, covering her in suds.
He kissed her nose. "I didn't want our first time to be like that. With a voyeuristic bastard looking on."
She relished stroking herself along his hard body. His protectiveness and strength awed her. "It definitely wasn't what I'd imagined, but I loved it."
"That damned stone dildo," he muttered. "Do you really think it has supernatural powers?"
She shrugged, glad the police had taken the strange object. She hoped they found the rightful owner. She certainly didn't want it in her house anymore.
"Maybe. But I wanted you with that intensity all along," she said. "When you were behind me in bed, I didn't care who was watching. You felt so good, I couldn't have stopped you no matter what. I was totally focused on you. And then, when we went to the other room, the arousal wouldn't stop. It kept getting stronger. I think I would've died if I couldn't have you. So thank you."
"Hell, I should be thanking you," he said, his voice almost a low grow. "I haven't had an orgasm that mind-blowing…ever."
Their bodies now rinsed and suds free, she ran her fingers along his slick erection, more than ready to have him inside her again. "So, how did you want our first time to be?"
"Mmm." He pinned her to the wall for a deep and voracious kiss, then grazed his teeth over her neck. "I don't know. I want you in all the ways I've imagined. Every position. All day. All night." He kissed down her chest, drew her nipple into his mouth, then trailed his tongue down her body and flicked it into her belly button.
Shocks of pleasure zapped through her body. "Nick?"
He hummed a moan against her sex lips, vibrating her sensitive flesh and drew her leg up over his shoulder, exposing her.
She gasped at the searing flood of arousal.
"I'm ready for a snack." He parted her feminine lips and flickered his tongue over her clit.
Almost losing her balance, she moaned and tried to hold on to the wall and his shoulder.
He slid his tongue deep inside her, then sucked at her clit.
"Oh, Nick."
"Yeah. That's good pussy." His tongue tormented her again, darting here and there so fast she couldn't think.
The orgasm crashed into her and she screamed, drowning in breathless pleasure and sliding down the wall. Before she came to her senses, Nick lifted her, turned off the water and carried her from the room. Next thing she knew, he laid her on the bed and stroked a soft fluffy towel over her, but she was far from dry when she heard plastic rip.