/> He kissed her with the kind of reckless abandon that had her restless in no time flat. Had her hot and bothered. Her fingers curled into his biceps as she held on tight. Letting him take control. Letting him spark dark, searing passion. Letting him take what he wanted, because she was willing to give it.
One of her hands left his upper arm and plowed through the hair at his nape. His lush, luxurious hair. Hair meant specifically for a woman to twine her fingers in.
A groan lodged in his throat. Exciting her even more.
He leaned into her, sealing their bodies. His skin was hot, and he was hard. So hard. Her stomach cradled his erection. The feel of him, thick and wide, tempted and taunted her. Drove her absolutely wild.
She hadn’t really expected to be able to get him rock hard in a heartbeat. Not a man who looked like him. Not one who was clearly capable of curbing all animalistic urges to get his work done.
And that must have taken him by surprise, too, because he tore his mouth from hers, let out a low growl, and spun around, stalking off.
“Whoa,” she said, a bit lightheaded. Her chest heaved. Her blood sizzled. “That was one hell of a kiss.”
“Yeah.” He raked a hand through his hair, keeping his broad back and shoulders to her. But she could see the muscles bunched and could tell his chest rose and fell just as quickly as hers did.
“Hey,” she said as she naturally gravitated to him. Melded against him, her front to his back. Her hands slipped under the hem of his tank at his sides and slid around to his midsection, all the corrugated grooves of his stomach making her even more crazed. “Got a little too caught up there?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You weren’t striving for nice, remember?”
He grunted in frustration, maybe in jest? It was a titillating combination either way.
“I’m not used to losing control,” he told her.
“You didn’t lose control.”
“Oh, but I was damn close. Jesus. I could come from that kiss alone. From the sight of you. The feel of you…The taste of you.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” One of her hands glided lower, beneath the band of his pants.
A thrill ran through her as she discovered he wasn’t wearing briefs or boxers. Was gloriously naked under the loose material. And good Lord, he was huge.
Her fingers coiled around his shaft. His body jerked once more. She smiled, even though he couldn’t see it since her cheek was pressed to his shoulder blade.
She pumped slowly. He let her.
A few moments ticked by, with their labored breathing filling the otherwise quiet room.
Then he said, “I’m finding it near impossible to believe you’re not involved with someone. That you don’t belong to some other man.”
Her hand stilled. “Don’t hurt my feelings.”
Chapter Four
He covered her hand on his cock with his and eased it away, out of his pants. Nick turned to her.
“You’re sensational, is all I meant.”
There was honesty in his eyes again. Mixing with the heat.
Staci tamped down a lump of emotion in her throat. “I’m being sensitive. Sorry.”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “No need to be sorry. It was my fault. I should have just said…You’re sensational.”
Her smile returned. “Guess we’re both rusty at this.”
“Let me make it easier for us. How about I just show you how sensational I think you are?”