onto her
now-aching clit. She had to clamp down hard on the throbbing deep
between her legs, or else she’d pitch over into a climax before
they even started. This was too good—hell, it was better than
anything she’d ever experienced—to let it end so soon.
She let out a long, hissing breath, trying to
settle her pounding heart as Nick lifted his head from her breast.
But when he gave her a hard nudge with his thigh, she almost lost
it, throwing her head back with a strangled cry.
“You like that?” His voice was dark and
rough.
“Um...yes,” she managed as he continued to
move against her. Lord, if he kept that up, she wouldn’t be able to
hold on much longer.
As if he’d sensed that, Nick slid away and
began moving down her body, trailing kisses of fire from her
breastbone to her belly. He stopped just above her damp curls.
“Do you want more?” he murmured.
Was that a trick question? Sadie
raised her head, doubt penetrating the haze of lust that had turned
her brain into a bowl of oatmeal. Of course she wanted more, but
what exactly was he talking about?
“More would be good,” she said
cautiously.
He gave her a wicked, utterly masculine grin
before dipping his head between her legs.
Oh! That.
Sheldon had never much liked oral
sex—certainly not giving it, anyway—and Sadie had never felt
comfortable pushing him. But she had always wondered what it would
be like to experience that particular thrill at the hands
of...well, at the mouth of a man who really knew what he was doing.
Lucky her, it looked like she was about to find out.
Settling between her thighs, Nick eased her
legs farther apart. Even in the dim light she could see the hungry
look on his face. The hard angles of his cheekbones and jaw seemed
set in stone, and his eyes focused on her body with so much
intensity that it made her dizzy. No one had ever gazed at her like
that, like she was a truly sexy and desirable woman, not just some
geek from the math department. God, being so open and exposed
before him and seeing that expression on his face was almost enough
to make her come right then and there.
Slowly, drawing out the moment, Nick parted
her tender flesh. He slid one finger into her sheath, now so creamy
wet and so unlike any other time she’d had sex that she wondered if
this really was her body. When he withdrew the slick finger and
massaged it over the hard little nub at the top of her cleft, Sadie
finally and completely let go all the words and emotions she’d been
bottling up inside.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God, that is so amazing,” she
gasped as luxurious surges of pleasure rippled out from beneath his
stroking finger. She squirmed in delight as he dipped two fingers
into her this time, stretching her with a delicious ache before
returning to play with her swollen clit.
“Yes, Nick! Just like that, with both
fingers. It’s wicked what you’re doing down there. In fact, it’s
downright sinful. But for God’s sake, don’t stop or I’ll have to
kill you.”
Oh, dear. Worst time ever for her
bizarre sense of humor to surface.
Nick rose up for an instant and fixed her
with a bemused frown. She gave him a weak smile. “Sorry. Just
kidding,” she murmured.
With a slow shake of his head, he resumed his
efforts, this time with his tongue. Sadie grabbed a fistful of
duvet in each hand as rough velvet pressure stroked through her
folds, sending electrical shocks rocketing through her body.
Desperate to move, eager to ride the building wave, she tried to
arch her back but big hands planted on each hip held her down. Some
distant part of her mind told her to reject his control, to resist
her growing vulnerability to a man who was all but a stranger, but
her body knew better. Her body, all on its own, had come to trust
him.
Already, tiny spasms were layering one on top
of the other, contracting the muscles deep in her pelvis. It had
been so long. For years, she’d convinced herself that sex didn’t
matter, relationships
now-aching clit. She had to clamp down hard on the throbbing deep
between her legs, or else she’d pitch over into a climax before
they even started. This was too good—hell, it was better than
anything she’d ever experienced—to let it end so soon.
She let out a long, hissing breath, trying to
settle her pounding heart as Nick lifted his head from her breast.
But when he gave her a hard nudge with his thigh, she almost lost
it, throwing her head back with a strangled cry.
“You like that?” His voice was dark and
rough.
“Um...yes,” she managed as he continued to
move against her. Lord, if he kept that up, she wouldn’t be able to
hold on much longer.
As if he’d sensed that, Nick slid away and
began moving down her body, trailing kisses of fire from her
breastbone to her belly. He stopped just above her damp curls.
“Do you want more?” he murmured.
Was that a trick question? Sadie
raised her head, doubt penetrating the haze of lust that had turned
her brain into a bowl of oatmeal. Of course she wanted more, but
what exactly was he talking about?
“More would be good,” she said
cautiously.
He gave her a wicked, utterly masculine grin
before dipping his head between her legs.
Oh! That.
Sheldon had never much liked oral
sex—certainly not giving it, anyway—and Sadie had never felt
comfortable pushing him. But she had always wondered what it would
be like to experience that particular thrill at the hands
of...well, at the mouth of a man who really knew what he was doing.
Lucky her, it looked like she was about to find out.
Settling between her thighs, Nick eased her
legs farther apart. Even in the dim light she could see the hungry
look on his face. The hard angles of his cheekbones and jaw seemed
set in stone, and his eyes focused on her body with so much
intensity that it made her dizzy. No one had ever gazed at her like
that, like she was a truly sexy and desirable woman, not just some
geek from the math department. God, being so open and exposed
before him and seeing that expression on his face was almost enough
to make her come right then and there.
Slowly, drawing out the moment, Nick parted
her tender flesh. He slid one finger into her sheath, now so creamy
wet and so unlike any other time she’d had sex that she wondered if
this really was her body. When he withdrew the slick finger and
massaged it over the hard little nub at the top of her cleft, Sadie
finally and completely let go all the words and emotions she’d been
bottling up inside.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God, that is so amazing,” she
gasped as luxurious surges of pleasure rippled out from beneath his
stroking finger. She squirmed in delight as he dipped two fingers
into her this time, stretching her with a delicious ache before
returning to play with her swollen clit.
“Yes, Nick! Just like that, with both
fingers. It’s wicked what you’re doing down there. In fact, it’s
downright sinful. But for God’s sake, don’t stop or I’ll have to
kill you.”
Oh, dear. Worst time ever for her
bizarre sense of humor to surface.
Nick rose up for an instant and fixed her
with a bemused frown. She gave him a weak smile. “Sorry. Just
kidding,” she murmured.
With a slow shake of his head, he resumed his
efforts, this time with his tongue. Sadie grabbed a fistful of
duvet in each hand as rough velvet pressure stroked through her
folds, sending electrical shocks rocketing through her body.
Desperate to move, eager to ride the building wave, she tried to
arch her back but big hands planted on each hip held her down. Some
distant part of her mind told her to reject his control, to resist
her growing vulnerability to a man who was all but a stranger, but
her body knew better. Her body, all on its own, had come to trust
him.
Already, tiny spasms were layering one on top
of the other, contracting the muscles deep in her pelvis. It had
been so long. For years, she’d convinced herself that sex didn’t
matter, relationships
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