Sexy Jerk(55)

He shakes his head.

I furrow my brows. "No?"

"No."

Unwilling to accept no for an answer, I pull him in-between my legs to get at his mouth, where I punctuate every kiss with my plea. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . ."

Nick breaks the kiss and steps back.

"What?" I tease. "You don't want to fuck me right here?"

With one of those infuriating nods, he walks into the bedroom leaving me sitting on the table in my sexy new bra, all alone.

I hop down and race into his room about ready to let him have it, when I come to a screeching halt. The room is dimly lit, soft music is playing, and rose petals are strewn in a path from the door to the bed. Tears well in the corners of my eyes and I can't stop them from falling. "This is beautiful. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before."

"Good," Nick says as he leans down, wiping my tears away. "What I want," Nick says slowly, "is not to fuck you, but to make love to you. All night long."

And if I thought just hours ago that I was falling in love with him, I now know for sure-I've already fallen. He is many things, but with me he is adorable and charming, and the breath leaves my lungs when I think about not being with him.

I nod. "I want that too."

In a heartbeat, he fuses his hot mouth over mine. Our tongues meet and slide sensuously over one another. Rough then soft.

Hot.

Wet.

Electric.

I brace my palms on his shoulders and then slide them up to his neck. This way I'm able to pull him lower. To get in his mouth. To taste him.

Slowly, we strip each other naked, and then we fall to the bed in a tangle of arms of legs and mouths.

Nick kisses me. My mouth, chin, jaw, throat. He moves his mouth over my breasts, taking his time with each one. Moves down to my rib cage, over my belly, and then back to my mouth, where he pulls back. "Tess," he whispers.

I look up at him. "Yes," I say a little breathless.

"You're doing something to me that scares the shit out of me. You're making me feel things I never have, think things I never thought I would in a million years, and there are times I want to run as far away from you as I can, but then not having you with me scares me even more."



       
         
       
        

It's called love, I think to myself, but don't say it out loud. Instead I palm his face and bring him closer to me. "I'm here, Nick. I'm not going anywhere. We'll take things slow. Day by day. And see what happens," I reassure him. "I'm not going anywhere."

The uncertainty in his eyes seems to clear, and he gives me a nod before he covers my body with his.

He shivers a little on his first thrust, and it both charms and thrills me at the same time.

We move like we are made for each other, taking the longest time we've taken to reach climax. When we are both there, I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight.

I never want to let go.

Nick nuzzles his face against my neck and shudders against me. Falling beside me, Nick pulls me to him.

"Nick," I murmur.

He makes a sleepy mumble. "Hmmm?"

"Do you think everything in life happens for a reason?"

He kisses the top of my head. "I think everything in life happens, and we deal or we don't."

"So, is that a yes or a no?"

"I guess if you want a definitive answer, I'd have to say yes."

I close my eyes. "Good, because I think so too."

Yes, everything happens for a reason.

Especially us.





Tess

PERHAPS IT IS the light streaming in from the curtains that hadn't been closed all the way last night, or maybe it is the blissful feeling of being with someone I feel so completely compatible with, but whatever it is that wakes me, I rub my eyes and look beside me.

When I do, I expect to see Nick lying on his stomach, facing toward me in sleep, but instead he's awake with his head resting on his hand and his eyes on me. "I have to go into the office."

I rise up on an elbow. "What time is it?"

He kisses me lightly. "It's early. Go back to sleep."

I stare at his scruff. "But why are you up? It's Saturday."

He rolls over and gets out of bed. "I know," he chuckles.

I sigh.

He looks over his shoulder at me. "Ash called and something's going on with the Miami deal. We need to make a call early this morning to try to get the issue ironed out."

"Okay," I yawn, and my eyes watch the muscles in his arms flex as he picks his pants up off the floor. And I don't stop staring until he disappears into the bathroom.

Feeling lazy, I plop back down and snuggle into the pillow. There is no doubt that I have a lot to do today, and that I really should get up. But I don't. Instead I close my eyes and dream about last night.