Their Second Chance(9)

Suppressed desire filled his gaze almost devouring her with its intensity. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Her nipples pebbled tight under her thin dress. If he’d asked that question a day before, or even a few hours back, she would’ve said no. After the things he’d shared, it was as if a new door had opened. She had no idea what this meant. With the situation at hand— a building falling around them —she didn’t want to think too much.

“Yes. I-I’ve missed you too.” She’d more than missed him. Her world had fallen askew from the moment she’d left and had yet to right itself. She’d been half living knowing that her heart was still in tatters over the failed marriage. The failure she’d been to him as a wife. His mother had always condemned her for being a part-time wife. Her career should have come second to making a family. The idea had rooted in Ari’s brain and taken hold.

A rumble sounded outside the room. Somehow knowing he was there with her, it no longer upset her. Instead, it filled her with peace. If this was the end, then she was happy it was Nick who held her for these last few moments.

She wanted to feel his lips kissing her, his hands touching her, and his body possessing her, and she didn’t want to wait until the building fell around them. “Make love to me.”

Apparently that was all he needed to hear. With one swift move, he lifted her to the table. Blood thundered in her ears and made it hard for her to hear anything. Only the pounding of her own harsh beats. His intense gaze ratcheted the tension in her core until electric currents ran down her body and pooled between her legs. She trailed her fingers down the cotton T-shirt. While the soft material felt nice under her fingertips, what she wanted was his skin, his hot muscled skin. She slid her hands under the fabric and sighed.

For a second, time stopped.

Arousal flared bright, like the first time he’d touched her, growing to uncontrollable proportions.

He gripped the T-shirt, tugged it off his body, and revealed all the skin she’d loved to kiss. Her gaze slid over each bulge, ripple, and bulky muscle until she knew her arousal dripped on the table. Oh, boy. It was getting harder to think. She caressed his pecs and his small tight nipples with her thumbs. He shuddered.

She glanced up, caught him biting his lip, and couldn’t stop herself. Leaning forward, she curled her nails into his biceps. The lovely muscles contracted. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she was gripping steel. First, she rubbed her nose over his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled so damn good. He’d been the only man who made her lose her ability to think since their first date. His was the first and only gaze that turned her body into an orgasm waiting to happen.

“Oh, baby.”

Nick’s moan was a dose of kerosene to her already raging fire. Her pussy throbbed in need. She swiped her tongue over his chest. The hunger for him flourished into monstrous proportions. She had to have him. Twirling her tongue over his nipple, she licked and laved the little bud. His taste exploded on her tongue, hot sex and candy wrapped in warm caramel. Delicious. Her body buzzed with happiness when he inhaled sharply and groaned. Good. Let him feel some of the desperation she felt. She grazed her teeth over his nipple, nibbling on the puckered flesh.

“Ari, baby... What are you doing to me?”

She wiggled on the table. What was she doing to him? How she wished it were that simple. He was the one that played her body with those magical fingers as if she were a musical instrument. Their lips met in another mind-muddling kiss. A more intense, hungry, and overpowering kiss. He lowered the straps on her dress and grazed his lips down to her chest. Each stroke with his mouth was a burn, a new brand he made with his lips, reclaiming what was already, and would always be…his. She wanted to tell him how much she’d missed him. How much she wanted him. How much she loved him still. All that came out was a soft whimper.

He continued to kiss and lick her chest while his hands lowered the zipper at her spine. The fitted material slid down, releasing her breasts from its firm hold. Her lungs quaked with each inhale. Taking a breath was nearly impossible when all she wanted to do was to stop and revel in the feel of his lips on her breast.

“Oh, Nick.” He probably didn’t hear her soft whisper. She could hardly hear her thoughts over the raucous hammering in the building. Or maybe that was her heart thumping the beats in her ears and fighting with her whimpers for the title of the loudest. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his wet tongue over it. She swore bright stars exploded behind her lids.

“Yesss.”

She was glad for his hand on her back when she arched her spine and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. How her fingers ended up gripping his hair, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that the soft strands in her fist increased the excitement buzzing in her blood.