his wet mouth closed over a taut nipple, making a damp circle on the worn material of her dress. She heard him curse, then heard the rending of fabric. Impatient to bare her flesh, he ripped the gown cleanly so that it fellopen, exposing every delicious inch of her to his devouring eyes.
“Nick!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll buy you another. This one doesn’t do you justice.”
Then she felt the slow, burning touch of his lips on her breast. He drew hot, wet circles on her breasts, caressing, licking, the roughness of his tongue like an aphrodisiac. Dropping to his knees before her, he continued the hot slide of his tongue downward to her stomach, pausing to sip hungrily at her navel before the searing hot moistness of his mouth moved down, down, until she wanted to scream. Sweet, hungry agony seized her as his tongue invaded a place so sensitive, she wanted to cry out.
Suddenly he was on his feet, lifting her from the ruins of her clothing, bearing her down to the softness of the bed. He knelt beside her, making love to her with his eyes. Then he was flinging off his clothes, pressing her down with his nakedness, his lips hot and hungry, smothering the tiny sounds of ecstasy that escaped from between her parted lips. His body was taut, sleek, covering hers in a way that made her aware of every magnificent inch of flesh that came into intimate contact with hers. Her entire body awakened, hungry, hot, needy, wanting what only Nick could give her. The bittersweet agony of her wanting brought with it the shattering knowledge that she had waited five years for this moment.
A soft murmur of desperation came from her lips and she arched against him. She felt the throbbing head of his shaft separate the sensitive folds between her legs and she pulled him tightlyagainst her, molding herself to his hard, hot length. He balanced himself on his elbows and looked into her eyes as he slowly invaded the moist tightness of her body. Deep—deeper—deeper still. A shattering sensation burst through her. A cry welled up inside her, but Nick took it into his own mouth, where it mingled with his groans of bliss.
Never had Nick known such an intense agony of sublime emotion. He’d had sex with dozens of women in the five years since he’d taken Aimee to his bed, but never had he felt such a tremendous outpouring of ecstasy.
“My God, Aimee, I can’t believe what I’m feeling,” he groaned against her mouth. “You’re so tight, so hot, so—so damn
good
. Don’t move, not yet. Not until I’m in control.”
Then she felt him move inside her, possessing her body, demanding her soul. He was moving so slowly, it was more like torture, drawing forth every sweet nuance of his possession, watching her as he thrust in and out with exquisite patience.
Then suddenly his eyes burned with wicked intention as he abandoned his slow seduction. His muscles rippled, his hips flexed, as he hastened the tempo, whirling, grinding, sweeping her into the maelstrom of unparalleled passion. In sweet desperation she clung to him, lost in his kisses, tasting him, his face, his shoulders, slick and warm.
“Nick! Oh, God, Nick!”
“I know, sweetheart, I feel it, too. Sweetheart, I want you to come with me. Now!”
He moved like lightning, then slowly, slowly, touching all of her, inside and out, stroking, coaxing,the pulsing shaft of his body sinking deep inside her. Suddenly he went rigid, and Aimee felt the hot molten core of him splash against her womb. Then all thought ceased as her own climax rushed over her in great waves of sensation, making her oblivious to all but his warmth and the liquid heat of fulfillment
She hadn’t felt that sublime rush of ecstasy in any of those brief intimate moments she had shared with Beau.
It was wrong.
“Oh, God.” Her words came out as an anguished sob.
She felt a flush of heat as his eyes searched her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“I—no. This is wrong. Lying with you is defiling my
“Nick!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll buy you another. This one doesn’t do you justice.”
Then she felt the slow, burning touch of his lips on her breast. He drew hot, wet circles on her breasts, caressing, licking, the roughness of his tongue like an aphrodisiac. Dropping to his knees before her, he continued the hot slide of his tongue downward to her stomach, pausing to sip hungrily at her navel before the searing hot moistness of his mouth moved down, down, until she wanted to scream. Sweet, hungry agony seized her as his tongue invaded a place so sensitive, she wanted to cry out.
Suddenly he was on his feet, lifting her from the ruins of her clothing, bearing her down to the softness of the bed. He knelt beside her, making love to her with his eyes. Then he was flinging off his clothes, pressing her down with his nakedness, his lips hot and hungry, smothering the tiny sounds of ecstasy that escaped from between her parted lips. His body was taut, sleek, covering hers in a way that made her aware of every magnificent inch of flesh that came into intimate contact with hers. Her entire body awakened, hungry, hot, needy, wanting what only Nick could give her. The bittersweet agony of her wanting brought with it the shattering knowledge that she had waited five years for this moment.
A soft murmur of desperation came from her lips and she arched against him. She felt the throbbing head of his shaft separate the sensitive folds between her legs and she pulled him tightlyagainst her, molding herself to his hard, hot length. He balanced himself on his elbows and looked into her eyes as he slowly invaded the moist tightness of her body. Deep—deeper—deeper still. A shattering sensation burst through her. A cry welled up inside her, but Nick took it into his own mouth, where it mingled with his groans of bliss.
Never had Nick known such an intense agony of sublime emotion. He’d had sex with dozens of women in the five years since he’d taken Aimee to his bed, but never had he felt such a tremendous outpouring of ecstasy.
“My God, Aimee, I can’t believe what I’m feeling,” he groaned against her mouth. “You’re so tight, so hot, so—so damn
good
. Don’t move, not yet. Not until I’m in control.”
Then she felt him move inside her, possessing her body, demanding her soul. He was moving so slowly, it was more like torture, drawing forth every sweet nuance of his possession, watching her as he thrust in and out with exquisite patience.
Then suddenly his eyes burned with wicked intention as he abandoned his slow seduction. His muscles rippled, his hips flexed, as he hastened the tempo, whirling, grinding, sweeping her into the maelstrom of unparalleled passion. In sweet desperation she clung to him, lost in his kisses, tasting him, his face, his shoulders, slick and warm.
“Nick! Oh, God, Nick!”
“I know, sweetheart, I feel it, too. Sweetheart, I want you to come with me. Now!”
He moved like lightning, then slowly, slowly, touching all of her, inside and out, stroking, coaxing,the pulsing shaft of his body sinking deep inside her. Suddenly he went rigid, and Aimee felt the hot molten core of him splash against her womb. Then all thought ceased as her own climax rushed over her in great waves of sensation, making her oblivious to all but his warmth and the liquid heat of fulfillment
She hadn’t felt that sublime rush of ecstasy in any of those brief intimate moments she had shared with Beau.
It was wrong.
“Oh, God.” Her words came out as an anguished sob.
She felt a flush of heat as his eyes searched her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“I—no. This is wrong. Lying with you is defiling my
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