Touch Me Not(85)

“Yes.” The one word, full of so much want and need did him in. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer and rolled it on. The hotel always stocked them there at his request. He pushed himself up and dragged Lily toward him, her legs spread over his thighs. Moisture dripped from her opening.

“Look at me, Milaya. Don’t close your eyes.”

Lily felt the shudder go through her at his command, her body automatically reacting to it. She pulled her eyes up to his and gasped at the burning desire she saw there. The hesitation on his face made her reach up, and he laced his fingers through hers. His other hand curled around her hip and pulled her to him as he slid inside her. Lily moaned at the unfamiliar burning sensation as he stretched her.

“Easy,” he murmured. “Relax, Milaya, just relax.”

Lily gasped when he pushed deeper and the burning turned to something else, something she couldn’t define. He filled her, and she felt herself clench around him, reveling in the way he groaned every time she did. She squeezed the hand still wrapped around hers as he began to move within her. His pace was slow and gentle, letting her get used to the feel and size of him as he slid through her and back out. Fire ripped through her, its heat intensifying with every second.

She pulled on the hand she held and he came down, shifting his body to keep his weight off her. His eyes met hers and she reached up to pull his head down, her lips finding his. He kissed her like it was their first kiss and their last kiss all rolled into one. Her legs wrapped around him and she let herself get lost in the feel of Nikoli moving, the sensations cascading through her, and the way his lips ate at hers, like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.

His pace became faster, harder, and Lily groaned, the sensations in her body reacting to it, the pressure building. His lips left hers and his arms slid under her, wrapping his hands over her shoulder blades, holding her steady while he drove himself into her, his thrusts deep and hard. Lily cried out, the pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she wanted to run from it or demand more. Nikoli held her in place, his hips slamming into hers.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue swiping the lobe as his fingers found her clit and rubbed it. “Just let go, Milaya, let go.”

The pressure inside built and built with each hard press of his thumb against her clit, each thrust into her body. When the orgasm hit, she wasn’t prepared and screamed, Nikoli’s name leaving her lips as the wave crashed into and over her entire body. She was only vaguely aware of Nikoli shouting her own name as he reached his climax. His body sagged on top of hers, his breathing as labored as her own. Lily smiled and felt herself relaxing, her body heavy and sated. This was something she’d never regret or forget.

It was several moments before Nikoli was able to gain the strength to pull out of her and roll, bringing Lily with him. He didn’t say anything, but then neither did she. Never, in all his years, had he felt anything like he had when he made love to Lily. She’d shattered him, barreled forward and knocked down every wall he’d ever put up to protect himself. Her kindness, her need to love him like he did her, had been his downfall. She’d given to him what he’d never expected any woman to give. She’d given him every part of herself, holding nothing back, and he’d done the same. Her touch had undone him.#p#分页标题#e#

Lily Holmes scared the hell out of him.





Chapter Eighteen





The sound of cars being revved up blanketed the night. Lily blinked and brushed the remaining sleep out of her eyes. Nikoli had shaken her awake at 3:00 a.m. and here she was an hour later, still half asleep. She’d been awake a long time after they’d made love, thinking and listening to the even sound of Nikoli’s breathing as he slept. She was running on about two hours, but the sound of the engines, the smell of the gas, it all started to wake her sleepy mind.

It wasn’t what she imagined it would be. Growing up watching The Fast and The Furious movies had permanently warped her vision of what a street race should be. It was the middle of the night, the only real lights were some drop lights scattered around, and they’d taken over the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. She’d imagined some racetrack scenario, with spectators and fans everywhere. Not what she got.

Nikoli left her and Luther by the car while he went to check in. Luther popped the hood and busied himself inspecting the car for the thousandth time. It was ready. She almost said something, but she knew it was his way of dealing with nerves. Instead, she studied the people, their backgrounds from all over, judging from the diverse group around her.