"Later," he bit out. With a jerky movement he couldn't control, he pulled her over him until she landed against him, straddling him once more.
Out of control now, he put his fingers between her legs and felt the damp heat that told him she was as into this as he was.
"Was I doing it wrong?" she asked as she leaned fully against him.
"No," he choked out, barely believing that she could have doubts as to how close he'd been to coming. He manipulated his finger until it was inside, where he needed it to be. "Your mouth is perfect, but I want this."
She let out a moan in answer as her torso swayed toward his. He caught a nipple between his lips and began abrading it against the roof of his mouth. Jesus Christ, nothing had ever felt so good in his entire, godforsaken life.
Not able to wait any longer, he removed his finger and lifted her until she was sinking down over his cock. She gasped, and he wrapped both hands around her face and held her tightly. They stared at each other as she took him all the way in, and when he was seated inside to the fullest, they both closed their eyes in ecstasy.
She began moving over him in a motion as old as time, and as she lifted and fell and repeated the motions, Nick gritted his teeth and couldn't stop his hands from touching every inch of her that he could reach. He caressed her spine, his fingers moving up and down over the planes of her back before moving back to the tight, hard nipples that fascinated him.
He felt the moment begin to build within him, felt the blood fuel him as he was about to go over, and more than anything else, he wanted her to come with him. His fingers landed on her clit, and strumming her without breaking the movement, he quickly pushed her to the point where they were going to fly over the edge together.
His cock hardened one last time with the flow of blood and semen as Courtney began to let out an endless moan and he knew she was there. He let her ride her orgasm as his own began to short-circuit his brainwaves. Her body stiffened over his, and they groaned together until he couldn't stand it anymore and had to fuse himself to her every way he could think of.
He grasped her by the back of the neck and fastened his mouth to hers. Pushing his tongue inside and holding it there, he lost all sense of the outside world, of time, of anything else but Courtney as she unfolded in ecstasy around him.
Slowly, he began to come down and he released her mouth. His hands slid around her as her torso slumped against his and her head fell to his shoulder.
She took a deep breath and then another.
His hands tightened instinctively as his lips found her ear and he couldn't stop the words that came from his mouth. "I'm never letting you go. Ever."
****
Courtney was missing from the apartment the next morning. As Nick strode through the corridor from his office towards hers, a blistering heat suffused his entire being. Last night had been perfect. It had been as if the previous six years had disappeared and now he could finally have the one thing in life that he wanted above all else.
But when he arrived at her office, her secretary informed him that Courtney was catching a plane to Texas.
"Where, exactly?" Nick was so pissed that he couldn't control his tone.
The woman had only been working at the corporation for a short time, coming on board for the express purpose of assisting Courtney. As she looked up into his face and turned white, Nick tried to control his mounting impatience. She swallowed and answered, "Houston, sir."
"Do you have any idea why?" he asked, trying to smile but finding it impossible.
"I believe it has something to do with a tract of land."
Nick thanked the woman, went straight to the computer in his office and began going through the pending acquisition files, but he came up empty. He could find no reason for Courtney's presence in Houston. What the hell was his brother up to now? Nick took a deep breath and picked up his phone, preparing to contact Garrett for answers, but before he could make the connection his cell pinged with an incoming message. He slid the bar across and felt a sharp moment of relief, the text reassuring him that Courtney had gone to Houston on business and hadn't purposely run from him. Your brother's a slave driver.
Nick keyed in a response, not even pretending he didn't know where she was. Are you still at the airport? Turn around and I'll tell Garrett you're working for me now.