Wife for a Week(20)

‘I didn’t think ones this size were real,’ she said finally. ‘I thought they were an urban myth.’

‘This one’s real,’ he said, almost groaning as her hand crept along his shaft towards the tip.

‘Have you measured it?’

He was male. Of course he’d measured it. ‘It’s not that big,’ he said reassuringly. ‘Don’t let it frighten you.’

‘Ha! Easy for you to say.’ She reached the tip, curled her hand around him and started slowly back down. ‘It’s got to be at least nine inches long,’ she said accusingly.

‘Not quite,’ he corrected, unable to stop himself from arching up into her hand with a groan of pure pleasure. He was still playing the gentleman, heaven help him he was, but a man could only take so much. She was driving him mad. He couldn’t see her eyes, couldn’t figure what she wanted. He, however, was absolutely certain about what he wanted. He put his hand beneath her chin—that determined little chin—and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her eyes widened. There was uncertainty in her eyes and curiosity too—he was used to both from the women who shared his bed, but it was desire he looked for. Desire he found.

His gaze fastened on her mouth as he drew her closer, close enough to bend his head and set his lips to hers, every whisper of a touch, every leisurely rub, maddeningly erotic and not nearly enough. He wanted more, demanded it with a nip to her bottom lip so she’d open for him and damn near lost control when she did. He couldn’t get enough of her taste and her texture, couldn’t get enough of that soft, lush mouth against his own. He broke the kiss with a groan, craving more, much more, and needing to know he could take it. ‘I want to be inside you, Hallie. All the way inside,’ he murmured huskily. ‘Is that what you want?’

‘I’m not sure. I think so,’ she whispered, and Nick groaned.

‘“I think so” is not good enough,’ he muttered, even as he slid his hands around her waist and urged her slim body closer, a shiver of response rippling through him as her legs tangled with his and her breasts pressed against his chest. ‘You have to say “yes”.’

‘Yes.’

Lord but she was sweet as her hands slid to his shoulders as she rolled with him to the middle of the bed, wanting him above her, over her, straining against him with incoherent little mutterings that lit his blood. Beautifully wanton as she lifted her arms above her head, helping him to remove her top, and then her hands were on him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down for another of those soul-stealing kisses. He felt her shudder, felt her arch up into him, her urgency igniting his own.

He wanted to make sure she was prepared for him—he always made sure a woman was ready for him—but with Hallie what he wanted and what he needed were two completely different things. He wanted to pleasure her. But he needed to be inside her, buried in her up to the hilt, taking him all…dammit, she drove him to madness. His hands were fast and urgent as he slid her tight little boxers from her body, and then shed his own, his need for her clawing at him as he spread her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. He found her with the head of his penis, found her wet and warm and tight.

And she froze.

No! His soundless roar of protest came from somewhere deep and primitive within. No! He wouldn’t let her stop now. Couldn’t. So he rolled with her until she was on top of him, nestled against him. It was the best he could do. ‘We can go slow,’ he muttered, knowing even before he heard himself speak that his voice would be harsh and strained.



She pushed herself into a sitting position, her face flushed and her breath coming fast. ‘I don’t think I can do this.’

‘Really slow,’ he said. And turned his considerable will towards proving that he could.

Gentle, as he cupped her hips and positioned them so that she dragged against him. Slow, as he rocked back and forth, watching, always watching, to see that what he was doing pleased her. And, heaven help them both, she was easy to please.

‘Nick, I—Oh…’

He licked at her nipple, flickered his tongue back and forth across that hard little bud. So easy to please as he grazed her with his teeth and soothed her with his tongue before taking her breast more fully into his mouth and suckling hard. She arched back at that, whimpering her approval before demanding he pay attention to her other breast. He could do that. Did exactly that as his hands skittered down her spine and then she was wresting that breast from him and devouring his lips with her own, each nip, each slide of that clever, honeyed mouth dragging him deeper.