she wanted more than anything or anyone on earth.
She tested the strength of the handcuffs. The cool metal bit into her skin, a sharp, electrifying contrast to his hot hands sliding down her arms.
"I read that scene in the book where the pages were dog-eared. Hell, the spine of the book was broken you'd read that scene so many times. I know you fantasize about being handcuffed to a bed. Don't you?" He observed her with fascination. Normally, his steady gaze was piercing and unreadable, but now his eyes had darkened with deep arousal. Seeing how much he wanted her nearly took her breath away.
What he said was true. In her fantasies, Nick was always the hard, edgy cop who handcuffed her to a bed—and a lot of other wicked things.
What was he going to do to her next? Would he rip off her meager clothes? She could hope. He was already shirtless and barefoot, and she wished he would remove his jeans.
"If you want loose and want me to leave, just say I hate you ." He waited, not touching her. She liked the way he played, wanting to fulfill her fantasies but also make her feel secure and protected at the same time.
Of course, she didn't hate him. Nor did she want him to leave her bedroom. Her body hummed with anticipation and yearning. Prickles of need swirled through her pussy. She'd love any part of him stroking against it, his fingers, his cock…
"I also searched your lingerie drawer," he confessed. "I found your vibrator."
Heat rushing over her, she squeezed her eyes shut, though she didn't know why it should bother her. So she owned a vibrator. So what? Most women did these days. Her marriage had crumbled more than two years ago, and she'd certainly not been ready to date or have random sex with strangers. But she was still a woman with sexual needs.
"I don't like it," she said.
"What?"
"The vibrator. It's just a cold piece of plastic. Not a flesh-and-blood man with a hard, hot cock."
He frowned, his jaw clenched hard as if her words made him ache. His silver eyes had turned smoky, his lashes lowered. "I'm going to untie your robe belt."
Her heart rate skyrocketing, she remained silent, simply trying to breathe evenly. She had fantasized about this bad boy for the past three years. Her crotch was soaked, and her legs were trembling. Waves of heat and shivers passed over her skin because, dammit, now she had a crush on Nick. Actually, she'd had a crush on him longer than she cared to admit. He drew her on much more than a physical level. He stirred up her emotions even more intensely than he did her body.
"What do you say?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes," she whispered, wanting her clothes off. And his. Her skin ached to have his hot naked body sliding along it. To feel those hard pecs, and his washboard abs pressed against her.
He tugged at the belt and gently parted the robe. She wasn't wearing a nightgown. She'd only had time to yank on her panties when he'd knocked…as she was approaching orgasm. She hadn't wanted to stop, but the idea of seeing Nick during such an erotic moment had been too enticing to resist.
"I was hoping to find you naked under here." Stroking his slightly roughened fingertips over her stomach, along her ribcage and beneath her bare breasts, he covered her body in tingles of anticipation.
Touch me.
She almost asked, her hard nipples aching to be squeezed and tormented by his fingers. With his teasing touch, intense chills covered her and she gasped. Her back arched off the bed before she could prevent it.
"Nick?"
"Hmm?" Using both hands, he hooked his fingers into her pink bikini panties, gently slid them down her thighs and tossed them aside. "Damn, you're wet," he murmured and blew out a breath.
She glanced down at his jeans fly and the protrusion behind it. "And you're hard."
His eyes met hers. "You got that right."
So, bare that gorgeous cock and put it to use.
Placing a knee on the bed beside her and bending forward, he placed gentle kisses between her breasts, inhaled deeply
She tested the strength of the handcuffs. The cool metal bit into her skin, a sharp, electrifying contrast to his hot hands sliding down her arms.
"I read that scene in the book where the pages were dog-eared. Hell, the spine of the book was broken you'd read that scene so many times. I know you fantasize about being handcuffed to a bed. Don't you?" He observed her with fascination. Normally, his steady gaze was piercing and unreadable, but now his eyes had darkened with deep arousal. Seeing how much he wanted her nearly took her breath away.
What he said was true. In her fantasies, Nick was always the hard, edgy cop who handcuffed her to a bed—and a lot of other wicked things.
What was he going to do to her next? Would he rip off her meager clothes? She could hope. He was already shirtless and barefoot, and she wished he would remove his jeans.
"If you want loose and want me to leave, just say I hate you ." He waited, not touching her. She liked the way he played, wanting to fulfill her fantasies but also make her feel secure and protected at the same time.
Of course, she didn't hate him. Nor did she want him to leave her bedroom. Her body hummed with anticipation and yearning. Prickles of need swirled through her pussy. She'd love any part of him stroking against it, his fingers, his cock…
"I also searched your lingerie drawer," he confessed. "I found your vibrator."
Heat rushing over her, she squeezed her eyes shut, though she didn't know why it should bother her. So she owned a vibrator. So what? Most women did these days. Her marriage had crumbled more than two years ago, and she'd certainly not been ready to date or have random sex with strangers. But she was still a woman with sexual needs.
"I don't like it," she said.
"What?"
"The vibrator. It's just a cold piece of plastic. Not a flesh-and-blood man with a hard, hot cock."
He frowned, his jaw clenched hard as if her words made him ache. His silver eyes had turned smoky, his lashes lowered. "I'm going to untie your robe belt."
Her heart rate skyrocketing, she remained silent, simply trying to breathe evenly. She had fantasized about this bad boy for the past three years. Her crotch was soaked, and her legs were trembling. Waves of heat and shivers passed over her skin because, dammit, now she had a crush on Nick. Actually, she'd had a crush on him longer than she cared to admit. He drew her on much more than a physical level. He stirred up her emotions even more intensely than he did her body.
"What do you say?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes," she whispered, wanting her clothes off. And his. Her skin ached to have his hot naked body sliding along it. To feel those hard pecs, and his washboard abs pressed against her.
He tugged at the belt and gently parted the robe. She wasn't wearing a nightgown. She'd only had time to yank on her panties when he'd knocked…as she was approaching orgasm. She hadn't wanted to stop, but the idea of seeing Nick during such an erotic moment had been too enticing to resist.
"I was hoping to find you naked under here." Stroking his slightly roughened fingertips over her stomach, along her ribcage and beneath her bare breasts, he covered her body in tingles of anticipation.
Touch me.
She almost asked, her hard nipples aching to be squeezed and tormented by his fingers. With his teasing touch, intense chills covered her and she gasped. Her back arched off the bed before she could prevent it.
"Nick?"
"Hmm?" Using both hands, he hooked his fingers into her pink bikini panties, gently slid them down her thighs and tossed them aside. "Damn, you're wet," he murmured and blew out a breath.
She glanced down at his jeans fly and the protrusion behind it. "And you're hard."
His eyes met hers. "You got that right."
So, bare that gorgeous cock and put it to use.
Placing a knee on the bed beside her and bending forward, he placed gentle kisses between her breasts, inhaled deeply
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