Unexpectedly His(36)

He linked his fingers through hers and tugged her away from the door.

“Where are we going?” she asked in her hushed, sexy tone.

Nick glanced back at her, all disheveled and hot, the lace of her bra peeking from the tugged-away neckline.

“You’ll see.”

He walked through the living room, passed the hall that led to his bedroom, and cut straight into the office. Marianne’s gaze fell on his desk, and she bit her lip as if contemplating the kind of damage they could do on top of it. Nick made a mental note to try that later, flung open the door of his closet, and walked her inside. He stepped toward her and she fell back against the third step. His hands on either side of her, Nick lowered his mouth to the low V of her dress and ran his tongue along the line of the exposed lace.

Marianne kicked off her shoes and slid her ass up to the next stair, letting his mouth dip lower, edging away the fabric of her dress and bra to reveal more heated skin. Her ass slid up another stair, and he followed her, his lips kissing the tops of her breasts, edging away the material with his chin. He pulled one rosy, pleading nipple into his mouth and sucked until her flesh was raw and throbbing, the way she’d come to enjoy.

“Oh, Nick,” she sighed.

Time to move on. Releasing her, Nick entered the code for the lock and pressed open the door. He helped her onto the roof, took her hand, and led her to a hidden corner where a slatted porch swing hung from a secluded pergola surrounded by flowing ivy and fragrant, brightly colored flowers. In the distance, the city’s lights blinked, dotting the twilight sky. He loved this time of day, the time between the rush of the day and the night’s possibilities.

Her eyes twinkled over at him as he reached for the belt at her waist.

“Time to unwrap my birthday present.”

“Belatedly,” she said.

Thank God for private rooftop gardens. Nick smiled. “I’ll take you as a present anytime, honey.”

He pulled on the fabric and she turned, unwrapping the dress in the process. Finished, she stood in front of him, the dress gaping open to reveal her sweet, white lace bra and panties. His hands moved to his belt, but she stepped forward to still them. With her gaze locked onto his, her fingers worked the metal of the belt until it fell open. She undid the button at the waist, unzipped his jeans, and pressed her palm against the bulge in his briefs. He groaned, so ready.

Unable to wait, he dragged his jeans and underwear down and kicked them onto the flagstone. He drew her close, cradling her in his arms as he urged her to lie on the oversized, cushioned bench swing. She wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as he settled comfortably on top of her, one knee braced on the swing, the other on the ground.

A smile spread across his face, and he eased her panties over her hips enough to slide his fingers inside her. She was so slick and wet. His fingers worked her delicately, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. But he didn’t let her come.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her body straining for release.

“I want to be inside you, Marianne.”

She fisted his collar and tugged him close. “Counselor, are you proposing an amendment to our agreement? I’m referencing article four—no sex for the duration of our agreement. Because I’d like to strike that from the contract.”

Hell yes. He made a low sound in the back of his throat. “Consider it struck.”

The stipulations he’d jotted down on the coffee shop napkin were already forgotten. In fact, he’d be shredding the damn thing first chance he got. Because tonight—and every night for the next five weeks—she was his girl, his fiancée, and he wanted to bury himself deep inside her and mark her as his own.#p#分页标题#e#

The dress cascaded over the edge of the swing as she bucked against his playing fingers, raising her hips in a series of small pleading movements. “Yes.”

Nick didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but he was wrong, so very, very wrong. He slipped his fingers out of her, teasing her along the way before reaching back to drag his jeans close enough to slip a condom from his pocket. He balanced his body back onto the oversized swing. Eyes never leaving her, he pulled the condom over his aching erection. God, how he wanted her.

Everything about her thrilled him, her gentle curves, her warm scent, the longing in her husky voice as she sighed against his lips. Every fiber of his body pulsed, aware of every inch of her as he positioned his hips above her. Gripping the back of the swing, she wriggled her ass, and the panties fell past her knees to give him perfect access to her heat. He peeled them down her shapely legs.