Secretly Craving You(44)

He rolled a condom onto his long cock, sliding his hand along it. Her whole body quivered in anticipation.

"Mmm, Nick, hurry."

"Hurry?" He raised a brow playfully, but his eyes were dark, intense, and focused completely on her.

"Yes, please."

"Why?" He stroked the tip along her sensitive sex lips, propelling a renewed flush of arousal through her.

Moaning, she widened her legs. "Because I want you so bad."

"Well, I want you a hundred different ways, so you've got to be patient."

"A hundred? That means a hundred orgasms," she said breathlessly, half teasing.

"Uh-huh." He observed her closely, his eyes heavy-lidded.

There was no way they could do all that in one day. He must be planning to stay. She hoped.

Joy filled her heart as Nick slowly but persistently drove himself into her, sliding deeper with each thrust, his delectable, hard cock filling her to the limit. She cried out and arched her back. Oh wow, his cock was massive, stroking her in just the right way.

"Damn, you're perfect," he said, holding himself deep within her for a few seconds.

She wanted to ask him what he meant, but couldn't form a coherent question. Besides, when he slid out slightly, then back in, she knew what he meant. They fit together perfectly.

Standing at the edge of her high, four-poster bed, he increased the pace and hammered into her.

"Oh, yes!" This was what she'd waited forever for. His big cock forced her pussy to spread for him with each thrust and she loved it. She could do nothing but hold on to the covers, cry out and beg for more.

"Emily," he growled, breathing hard. "You make me crazy." He slowed for a few strokes, watching where their bodies joined, his jaw clenched hard.

Sweat dotted his upper lip. He bit her ankle, his whisker stubble rasping her. His abs flexed as he slowly thrust his pelvis in measured strokes against her, his cock sliding deep then almost out. He gazed long and hard into her eyes, his expression wild, almost feral.

This was Nick, the man she'd craved for so long. She couldn't believe they were finally making love.

Tingles swirled inside her, growing brighter and stronger. An orgasm approached, hovered. "More, please, more, Nick!"

With a growl, he drove into her with aggression, just as she wanted. The ecstasy curled through her and gripped her with such strength she couldn't breathe. She screamed at the pleasure-pain of the climax. Her whole body clenched onto him, yearning to hold him deep within her always.

She must have blacked out. Seconds later, she became aware of him still thrusting fiercely, growling disjointed words and curses. Another orgasm expanded from the first, drawing her back down into the drowning pleasure.

In the midst of the insanity, Nick shoved his cock deep and held himself there with a loud groan, his cock flexing inside her as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, struggling for air. After a few moments, he withdrew and gradually her rationality returned.

"Good god, Em," he gasped. "You trying to kill me or what?"

"No." She giggled. She couldn't help it. Laughter simply bubbled up and overflowed with her tears. She had never been so happy in her life.

He snorted, then laughed with her. "You're freaking insane." He rolled her on top of him, hugging her to his chest. They rested that way several seconds while she floated in the bliss.

"That was amazing." Sighing, she wiped her tears away.

"You got that right." He released a harsh breath, kissed her forehead, then helped her roll to the side. "I'll be right back."

After disposing of the condom in the bathroom, he returned to bed and drew her against his gorgeous, hard body. Simply wanting to touch and pet him, she stroked her palm across his prickly beard stubble and pushed his still damp hair back from his face. He observed her with a captivating expression, seeming to absorb every detail of her face. "You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, emotion strong in his voice, then kissed her forehead.

Tears burned her eyes. Not because of the compliment, but because of what it meant. Maybe he cared for her deeply. Maybe she meant something more to him than simply great sex for a brief time.

"And you're gorgeous." She kissed his scruffy chin, then his delectable lips, slowly exploring every millimeter. For several moments, she tasted him like a most sinful dessert, flicking her tongue into his mouth. His cock grew hard against her leg.

"Mmm," he breathed. "Good thing I told Pierce to bring me two dozen condoms."

"What?" Mortification singed her skin. Of course, they'd had to reveal all to the police, but to imagine Nick asking his partner to bring condoms…

"Didn't surprise him." Nick tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back a grin. "He knew how bad I wanted you the first time he saw us together. So, don't worry about it. We needed condoms, and I couldn't get out past the local police to get any."