thinking, Beautiful?”
“Nothing.”
With one fluid motion he had her underneath him as he gazed into sparkling brown eyes.
“Now that I have you at a disadvantage, are you going to tell me what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”
The prettiest smile he’d ever seen illuminated her face right before she spoke.
“You make me feel special, Nicholas Stiles.” She wanted to tell him more. To tell him that he made her feel loved and that she loved him. But she didn’t, because she wasn’t sure if he was capable of hearing it just yet. For now she would keep her feelings for him to herself. Later, I’ll tell him later.
“That’s because you are special…” Nick hesitated, “to me.” It had been years since he revealed what he felt for a woman. He kept them and his feelings at a distance. However, somehow, some way, Summer had woven her way close to his heart. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that she had gotten under his skin like a bad itch. Saying she was special would have to be enough. Nick promised himself he would never fall in love with another woman. Not even one as loving and caring as Summer Jackson.
He covered her mouth with his as he lightly traced the inside of her warm, moist mouth with his tongue. The kiss started off tender. As he deepened the kiss and their tongues mated the kiss took on a passion of its own fueling the deepest longing. He trailed kisses from her throat to her cleavage as he slid his hand under her blouse. Summer released a small sigh as Nick rubbed her nipple through her bra with the pad of his thumb.
Fingering the hem of her blouse, he huskily whispered, “Let me get you out of this.” Nick pushed himself up slightly enough to stare down into her face. Her expression revealed she wanted him.
A mischievous smirk played at his lips. “You do want me to take this off, don’t you?”
Summer nodded her head. “Yes.”
Lifting the blouse up over her head revealed a black lace demi bra. Summer’s breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Nick’s already aroused manhood strained against the zipper of his jeans. Summer’s stomach fluttered with butterflies as he wedged his tongue between her cleavage then glided it over the swell of her soft mounds. Summer drew in a sharp breath as her back arched to the response of Nick’s sensuous caresses.
Nick eased back and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. As he dragged them down silky, creamy thighs, a black lacey thong was exposed.
He rose with the agility of a large feline, taking a step back to enjoy the view before him. Summer was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. Nick thought he would explode when she gazed up at him through brown doe eyes as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. It took every ounce of restraint not to take her at that very moment. The rising and falling of her breasts were mesmerizing, begging him to caress and suckle them. Nick took in a ragged breath as his dark eyes smoldering with desire roamed over her flat belly, lazily traveling to her dainty feet. Nick grunted when he spied Summer’s freshly French pedicure.
After Nick removed his clothes he towered over her in black silk boxers. As he lowered himself on top of Summer he supported his weight on his elbows. Wrapping a small hand around the base of his head bringing his mouth centimeters from hers she began outlining his full thick
lips with the tip of her tongue. Each stroke was slow and deliberate; Nick released a slow tortured groan. Summer was sure this would get her what she was yearning for.
Nick tenderly kissed a trail from her moist lips to the soft mounds of her breasts. Tugging on her right nipple with his teeth through the delicate fabric caused Summer to let out a soft moan.
“Take it off,” Summer begged. She needed to feel his hot breath on her skin, the moistness of his mouth.
Removing the bra, he suckled one nipple, then the other. Summer began eliciting soft
“Nothing.”
With one fluid motion he had her underneath him as he gazed into sparkling brown eyes.
“Now that I have you at a disadvantage, are you going to tell me what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”
The prettiest smile he’d ever seen illuminated her face right before she spoke.
“You make me feel special, Nicholas Stiles.” She wanted to tell him more. To tell him that he made her feel loved and that she loved him. But she didn’t, because she wasn’t sure if he was capable of hearing it just yet. For now she would keep her feelings for him to herself. Later, I’ll tell him later.
“That’s because you are special…” Nick hesitated, “to me.” It had been years since he revealed what he felt for a woman. He kept them and his feelings at a distance. However, somehow, some way, Summer had woven her way close to his heart. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that she had gotten under his skin like a bad itch. Saying she was special would have to be enough. Nick promised himself he would never fall in love with another woman. Not even one as loving and caring as Summer Jackson.
He covered her mouth with his as he lightly traced the inside of her warm, moist mouth with his tongue. The kiss started off tender. As he deepened the kiss and their tongues mated the kiss took on a passion of its own fueling the deepest longing. He trailed kisses from her throat to her cleavage as he slid his hand under her blouse. Summer released a small sigh as Nick rubbed her nipple through her bra with the pad of his thumb.
Fingering the hem of her blouse, he huskily whispered, “Let me get you out of this.” Nick pushed himself up slightly enough to stare down into her face. Her expression revealed she wanted him.
A mischievous smirk played at his lips. “You do want me to take this off, don’t you?”
Summer nodded her head. “Yes.”
Lifting the blouse up over her head revealed a black lace demi bra. Summer’s breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Nick’s already aroused manhood strained against the zipper of his jeans. Summer’s stomach fluttered with butterflies as he wedged his tongue between her cleavage then glided it over the swell of her soft mounds. Summer drew in a sharp breath as her back arched to the response of Nick’s sensuous caresses.
Nick eased back and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. As he dragged them down silky, creamy thighs, a black lacey thong was exposed.
He rose with the agility of a large feline, taking a step back to enjoy the view before him. Summer was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. Nick thought he would explode when she gazed up at him through brown doe eyes as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. It took every ounce of restraint not to take her at that very moment. The rising and falling of her breasts were mesmerizing, begging him to caress and suckle them. Nick took in a ragged breath as his dark eyes smoldering with desire roamed over her flat belly, lazily traveling to her dainty feet. Nick grunted when he spied Summer’s freshly French pedicure.
After Nick removed his clothes he towered over her in black silk boxers. As he lowered himself on top of Summer he supported his weight on his elbows. Wrapping a small hand around the base of his head bringing his mouth centimeters from hers she began outlining his full thick
lips with the tip of her tongue. Each stroke was slow and deliberate; Nick released a slow tortured groan. Summer was sure this would get her what she was yearning for.
Nick tenderly kissed a trail from her moist lips to the soft mounds of her breasts. Tugging on her right nipple with his teeth through the delicate fabric caused Summer to let out a soft moan.
“Take it off,” Summer begged. She needed to feel his hot breath on her skin, the moistness of his mouth.
Removing the bra, he suckled one nipple, then the other. Summer began eliciting soft
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