Chapter 74

Her phone rang again, preventing Nick from answering and disrupting her spiral of thoughts.

Tendrils of relief and frustration whirled within her as she reached for the phone. But one glimpse at the caller ID on the screen and dread replaced it. Her gaze shifted to Nick, who stared at her with a calm, cool expression. That demeanor didn’t fool her, though. He’d seen the name on the phone.

Stoner.

The phone continued to vibrate on her palm as they stared at one another. Nick obviously expected her to answer it, and it startled her a little that she had no desire to pick it up. As a matter of fact, the only thing she felt was annoyance at the bad timing.

So she sent the call to voice mail and set the phone back on the table, never removing her focus from Nick. So she didn’t miss the flare of astonishment in his eyes. Followed by heat so bright, so intense, she swore it seared her skin. And she glorified in the burn.

Using the grip he still retained on her hand, he reeled her closer, and she willingly went to him. Perched on her knees, she hovered over him, straddling his thigh. Releasing her hand, he cupped her face, bringing it down to his, allowing her the opportunity to pull away. As if she would deny either of them the pleasure that awaited them.

He took her mouth. Tenderly. Softly.

And it brought tears to her eyes, so she closed them. But she didn’t stop him. Didn’t demand he take her harder, wilder.

This. They needed this with each other. From each other.

Nick didn’t hurry, although under Michelle's palm, his heart thundered. He loved her mouth. That was the only description she could apply. He made love to her mouth, sexing it so thoroughly, her hips twisted and bucked in a restless pattern. She ground her sex against his thigh, seeking relief from the lust coursing through her like a swollen spring flood. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, and she pressed her chest to his, not caring if he felt the diamond stiffness of her nipples. She had zero shame. Want had taken full control, and modesty had left the building.

Covering his hands with hers, she lowered them from her face and, leaning backward, trailed them down to her aching breasts. Their twin moans inundated the room as his palms molded her, shaped her, relearned her. And when his strong fingers plucked at her nipples, she tossed her head back on her shoulders, arching tighter into his caress.

But, God, it wasn’t enough. She grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and whipped it up and over her head. His growl did things to her, nasty things right between her legs. He cupped her braless breasts again and captured a beaded tip between his lips, his tongue circling her, tugging, sucking.

And every stroke and pull echoed over the pulsing button of flesh at the top of her sex. Oh, God, she could come from this. Just explode from his mouth on her nipple and his thick erection on her core.

When Nick switched to the neglected mound, his fingers teasing the wet peak, she fluttered her fingers over the smattering of freckles decorating the crests of his cheeks.

Then lowered her hands to grip his cock through his pants. The almost feral rumble in his chest ratcheted up her hunger to feed on him as he did her.

Urgency rippled through her, and she scrambled off him, ducking his grasping hands. But when she slid to the floor, kneeling between his legs, his complaint snapped off, his thighs going rigid.

“Sweetheart.” He thrust his fingers through her hair, dislodging the bun on top of her head. Blunt nails scraped over her scalp, and she shivered, her own nails biting into the dense muscles of his legs. “This what you want?”

She worked the closure open and the zipper down, then dipped her hand into his black boxer briefs, closing her fist around his hard, hot dick. They both shook and moaned. Damn, he filled her palm to overflowing. Thick. Long. Beautiful. And hers. Only once she’d pulled him free and stroked her hand down to the base of him, then back up, swallowing the plum-shaped tip in her tight fist, did she glance up and meet his glazed, burning stare.

“You have no idea,” she whispered, bending her head and swiping her tongue over the head, tasting his salty, delicious flavor. His hips bucked, sliding a bit more of his length into her mouth, and she took him, sucking gently before sliding him free. “I want all of you.”

Let him read whatever he wanted into that. Not like she knew for certain, either.

Closing her eyes, she set about driving them both wild. Over and over, she swallowed him down. Licking, sucking, teasing, she worshipped him, accepting each grunt and groan and hoarse word of praise as her due. And when he grasped her head, holding her still as he drove into her mouth, using her for his pleasure, she exulted in it. Opening herself wide for him, glorying in each thrust, each plunge, each nudge to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he snarled, his hands gripping her hair as he breached her throat, slipping into the narrow channel. “Not so fast. But, goddammit, I want you.”

He curled his fingers under her shoulders and yanked her back onto the couch, slamming his mouth onto hers. With hurried movements, he stripped her pants from her, leaving her naked and shivering. In the next several moments, he had his shirt over his head, his pants and shoes off and a condom rolled down his dick. Sitting back on the sofa, he cradled her hip and guided her over him. As soon as her thighs bracketed his, he gripped his erect flesh and pressed it to her folds.

Their harsh, fast pants punched the air as she slowly sank down on him. A keening, sharp cry climbed the back of her throat, but she clenched her teeth, trapping it. In this position, he seemed bigger, thicker. And she breathed through her nose, inhaling deeply and pausing to grant her sex time to accommodate him. She was stretched so far, packed so full, she could feel him everywhere. Bowing her head, she pressed her mouth to his forehead, her arms encircling his shoulders, and she clung to him.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. So wet, hot and perfect for me.” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, his arms banded around her waist. “Utterly perfect.”