Worth the Wait (McKinney_Walker #1)(15)

His body was on fire for her, painfully ready against the zipper of his jeans. “Mia.” Her name tore from him, half groan, half plea. He sucked and kissed her throat. “Mia, we need to stop.”

Her nails dug into his scalp, holding him to her. “Don’t stop,” she whispered then looked up at him, her eyes dark and hazy with desire.

His gaze held hers, his chest heaving. His hands seemed to know what to do even if his brain was malfunctioning. Slowly, they slid up her sides, taking the shirt higher until she raised her arms over her head and dropped it to the soft leaves. Good God, so beautiful.

He dipped down to kiss her again. Her hands roamed with a frantic search, up his chest, over his back and shoulders. They got rid of her bra. She was usually the one to stop things, and through the haze of desire his mind shouted at him, she’s not stopping. Not stopping and instead arching into him, straining to get closer. He pulled her over him, his hand teasing up and under her skirt, over her bare thigh. He felt the edge of her panties and paused, his breath rushing in and out. When his fingers stroked under and beyond, she jerked her mouth from his, sucking in air, panting. Her breath was hot against his neck as he worked her up and over the first peak.

He watched the surprise and pleasure on her face. Moving against his hand, eyes closed, her beautiful lips parted. When she pushed his hand away, he fought back a groan. When she shifted, hooked her fingers under the elastic, and dragged the lace down her legs, he struggled to breathe.

“Mia?” Her name was a question, whispered from his lips like the wind in the trees above them. “Are you sure?”

She reached for the button of his jeans.

Shit. With fumbling fingers and his heart beating wildly, he lowered his zipper. Then with her eyes peering up and into his, he came over her. In a rare moment, he thought of nothing else, just her.

With his weight on his forearms and her face in his hands, he kissed her. All around her mouth, her eyes, her cheeks. She was his. She’d already been his, but now it would be more.

“My Mia.” He whispered it against her lips, her neck, her hair. He kissed the rapidly beating pulse at the hollow of her throat. His own pulse raced, nerves vibrated, blood rushed. It wasn’t his first time with a girl, but it was the first time he’d felt his insides tremble, his stomach drop over the highest point of a coaster, and his heart pound with more than anticipation.

He pressed himself between her legs, waited again for her to change her mind. When he saw the answer in her eyes, he got a condom, covered himself. He hovered over her, ready, so ready and knowing he would remember her just like this. Long black hair spread over his white T-shirt and behind into the leaves. Her cheeks were pink with passion, her eyes wide and locked with his.

“Nick.” She whispered his name, pleading. “I’m sure. Here. Now.”

Her arms wound tightly around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. And he gave it to her with slow, soothing assurance as he eased inside. God, she was so small, so tight, and he muttered a curse as her heat closed around him. “I’m sorry.” He stilled, not wanting to hurt her any more than he already was.

He kissed her slowly until he felt her relaxing then filled her completely and at the same time felt filled with her, knowing she wanted him, that she trusted him. Knowing she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

The wind whispered through the trees. The sun fell behind the lake above, throwing them into sultry dusk. The water pounded over the falls like the pounding in his heart, and he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. This is where he would make love to his Mia for the first time. Perfectly unplanned like Mia had been unplanned, like his entire life was unplanned, but Mia was the good part. The best part.





MIA SIGHED AND SLOWLY came back to herself, feeling heavy and weightless at the same time. Her breathing slowed, the sound of the water in the distance returned. Nick had rolled so that she lay half across him. His jeans were on, but his chest was bare, as was hers.

His eyes were closed, and she traced her fingers lightly over his face, his lips. Gorgeous like a dark pirate with the mouth of an angel. His jaw was slightly shadowed even though she knew he would have shaved that morning. She traced his cheekbones, his brows, noted his long, dark lashes.

“You’re beautiful.”

He made a deep sound in his throat like he disagreed. She sighed again, loving that he was relaxed, that she had something to do with it. She stretched her hand over his wide chest, down his muscled arm, then back up.

She felt his heart beating under her palm. Her hand slid lower over defined ridges that she hadn’t had the courage to explore before now. Both nearly naked in the woods, having just done the deed for the first time. Her first time ever, which he instinctively knew even though she hadn’t said it outright. When it came to her, Nick just knew things.