He untied the drawstring on her pants and hooked his thumbs under the sides of her satin knickers on the way down and peeled them both off, his hands actually shaking. She’d left herself as nature made her, the soft fair curls at the apex of her thighs as pretty as anything he’d ever seen.
He traced the seam of her sex with his index finger and she gave a little ‘oh’ as he lowered himself to kiss her there and inhale the heady scent of aroused woman. He licked her without warning and then again and she cried out and pulsed to her first orgasm, but he didn’t stop, he went on and on until he wrung the last glorious ripple from her.
When he lifted his head and looked up she had her eyes half closed, her hair spread around her, the sensuality of her on full uninhibited display, and satisfaction thundered through him. She gave him a dreamy smile.
‘What a little honeypot you are,’ he told her and placed a kiss on her lower belly, where she was softer and she had a silvery pale tributary of zigzagging lines and some pinkish ones that hadn’t faded yet, if they ever would.
Sybella watched him through her lashes. She didn’t mind those tiger stripes—her baby had given her those. He traced them with his tongue and kissed her belly again, coming up over her with intent.
‘Not a honey trap any more?’ Her voice was smoky with satisfaction.
His grin turned rueful. ‘I take it I’m not forgiven for that.’
Sybella reached for him, her hands smoothing over the warm breadth of his chest to curl over his shoulders where the muscles were bunched. She couldn’t get enough of his body. ‘Oh, I think you’re forgiven.’
‘Happy?’
She gave him a sly smile. ‘Not completely.’
‘I still have some work to do—what could the lady possibly want from me now?’
He settled between her thighs and Sybella had a blissful moment of being exactly where she wanted to be with exactly the right man.
He’d seen her body now in all its opulent glory and she was beginning to think just maybe the awkwardness with Simon hadn’t been entirely down to her, because at no point in any of this had she wanted to be covered by a sheet. Nik was obviously, unashamedly devouring her with his eyes.
She could feel him hard and impatient, stroking himself against her. Right there.
Sybella shifted her pelvis to bring him to her but he was pulling away.
No, no.
‘Where are you going?’ she asked incredulously.
‘I need to suit up.’
Sybella flopped back on the mattress, grateful one of them was using their brain.
Nik had pulled a couple of condoms out of his wallet.
She gave him a lopsided smile. ‘You were confident.’
‘I had hopes.’
‘Hurry,’ she urged.
Nik discovered his hands were shaking slightly as he rolled one on and she moved to take over.
‘You really are going to kill me,’ he said between his teeth.
‘Well, like I said before, that would defeat our purpose.’ She said it with a little smile on her face that grew as she slid her hands over his hips, coming up on her knees and then looping her arms over his shoulders.
He spread his hands around her bottom, enjoying the give of her, the softness, the sheer female voluptuousness of her body against his harder frame.
He was against her and she made a soft little noise against his throat. Nik didn’t need the encouragement and drove home, the sheer size of him paralysing her senses for a moment and then his mouth was hot at her neck and he was sheathed inside her and Sybella sighed her deep-felt appreciation, turning her mouth to his as he kissed her, smothered her mouth with his, before lowering his head to suck on her breasts, leaving her gasping.
He positioned her with his big hands and thrust again and again and when he thought he couldn’t hold back she climaxed around him, the intensity of it tipping him over the edge. Conscious thought was a long time coming and when it returned to Nik they were lying in each other’s arms, her eyes soft and no longer as curious as they had been when he’d first looked into them in the snow last night. She had her answer.
‘Well,’ she panted, her breath soft against his shoulder, ‘that was…something.’
‘Da, something.’ Too fast, too urgent, just…sensational. He felt grateful, dazed and looking forward to taking that trip to heaven again.