Chapter 16
He lifted her into his arms as if she were weightless and carried her into her bedroom. He set her on the bed, then shed his remaining clothes. As he did, his eyes blazed with heat as he stared at Julia. Desire glittered in their depths, and answering passion rose up inside her.
Holding his gaze, she ripped off her disheveled and crumpled clothes. Tore the covers off the bed, then held out her hand for his.
Taking it, he followed her down onto the bed. Cupped her face in both hands. Pressed a kiss to her mouth. She opened for him, already addicted to his taste. Lost herself in his touch.
“I love the taste of you,” she said against his lips. He leaned back and stared into her eyes. His pupils were huge, leaving only a tiny rim of golden green iris.
“Kiss me again,” she whispered. “I can’t get enough of your taste.”
He groaned as he took her mouth. The sound vibrated through her and curled her toes. She opened to him, and he swept his tongue along her lip, tasting her. When he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, her eyes fluttered closed. A tiny sound escaped, all raw need and impatience.
She tried to tug him closer, and he grabbed both her hands in his. Held them above her head. “Don’t rush me,” he said, and his mouth curved into a smile against hers. “I’m taking my time with you. I loved the wall-banging sex, but this time, I want you out of control. Writhing. Wanting me so badly that you’re begging.”
She’d never ceded control to a man. Never wanted to. But everything was different with Nico, and she didn’t shove him away. She’d never begged a man for anything, either, but she’d beg Nico. She’d give him whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed.
Just as she’d take whatever she needed.
It felt as if he kissed her for hours. His tongue tangled with hers, caressing and tasting. He nipped at her lips, then soothed them with his mouth, the touch of his tongue. He hadn’t done anything more than kiss her, and she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
“Touch me,” she moaned into his mouth. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
“And I want to touch you,” he murmured. As he kissed her, he slid his hand up her side, bumping over each rib. Moving so slowly she tried to wriggle closer to his hands.
Once again, he smiled against her mouth. “I love that you’re impatient,” he murmured into her ear. His breath stirred her hair, and she shivered.
“Yes, I am,” she said, easing away so she could look up at him. “Didn’t you hear what I said about how much I want you? I don’t want slow. Careful. At least not this time. I’ve been careful with every man I’ve ever slept with, and there haven’t been many of them. I was always afraid to make the wrong move. Afraid to show them who I was and what I really wanted.”
She lifted higher and ran her hand down his body. Stopped when she reached his cock, thick and hard. “I don’t want to be that woman with you, Nico. I want to be myself. Fully myself. I don’t want to hide anything from you. And I don’t want you to hide anything from me. Up against the wall? That was just a taste. Now I want the whole meal.”
He stared up at her, his eyes even darker. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. And the most honest.” He covered her breasts with both hands. She opened her mouth, panting, and his expression tightened as he watched her.
As he reached out to touch her, she smoothed her hands over his chest and abdomen, spearing her fingers through the dark hair. She followed it over his six-pack abs as it narrowed to a thin trail that pointed at his cock. But before she could wrap her hand around him, he plucked her fingers away.
“You’re playing with fire, bae,” he said. Then he pulled her against his chest.
The dark hair sprinkled across his muscles tickled her skin. Made her gasp when he moved against her. “I want you, too, Jules,” he said. “But I need to taste you first. All of you.” He laid her on the bed, then ran his hands down her abdomen. His fingers left trails of fire as they moved down her thighs. Brushed over her knees. Tickled her calves. Finally, he started back up her legs.
He cupped her intimately, then looked up at her as he rubbed his thumb over her. “Were you thinking of me when you put those lavender panties on this morning?”
She lifted heavy-lidded eyes to his. “I’ve been thinking about you when I put on my underwear since the day I met you.”
“Oh, my God,” he groaned. “You’re killing me here, Jules.”
His cock twitched, thick and long. She bent closer, eager to taste him.
But he took her shoulders and laid her back on the bed. “Not now, Jules. You do that and I’ll go off like a rocket. I want to be inside you when I come.”
As he spoke he stared at her, and she wanted to pull him closer. But he smoothed his hands over her legs. Sucked in a breath as he studied her. “God, you’re more beautiful than I imagined.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark and his face flushed. “And I imagined a lot.”
Crawling lower on the bed, he slid his hands up her thighs, the callouses on his fingers raising sparks along her skin. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he spread her legs. Lifted her thighs until her knees were bent, then leaned closer. “You smell like heaven,” he whispered.
When he put his mouth on her, she almost levitated off the bed. As he sucked and licked, he put his hands on her breasts. Caressed her nipples. Like a comet blazing across the sky, her climax roared through her. She grabbed his hair in her fists and screamed his name.
The orgasm went on and on, until she pulled his head away. “Inside me,” she panted. “Now. While I’m still coming.”
He grabbed his wallet from his pants and pulled out a second condom. Opened it and sheathed himself, then slid into her.