Back To You (Sweet, Safe, & Sexy AF Romances Book 2)

by Elena M. Reyes

  It’s love. We haven’t said the words, but I feel them. His warmth surrounds me.

  This powerful connection we share is humbling in a sense. Not common. Which further proves what I always knew to be true; my soul would recognize my other half.

  “You’re quiet,” he murmurs, nuzzling the area just below my ear. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

  “Nope.” Grabbing his hand around my waist, I begin tracing the colorful designs on his forearm. “Just contemplating one of life’s greatest mysteries.”

  “How handsome I am?” A nip, and then lick to my sensitive skin. “How irresistible?”

  I chuckle, resting my head back. “How fast someone’s life can change.”

  “In the blink of an eye.” His words are low, but I hear them. Nick is quiet after that. For a few minutes we just enjoy the view. Listen to the waves crash on the shore while the sun slowly rises, casting a warm glow across the sand. “Mila.”

  “Yeah.” I answer, eyes on the sand a few feet away where a few birds linger. They’ve been poking at something with no success.

  “Is that a good thing?” Silly man.

  “In my case…” I tilt my head back to look him in the eye “…it’s spectacular.”

  “Good to know.” Nick licks his lips, then gives me a cute little pucker that tells me he wants some sugar.

  “You’re adorable, Champ.” At my words, he rolls his eyes and pushes those soft lips out a little more. “You want something?”

  “Woman, get a move on. It’s been fifteen minutes since you last kissed me.” Looking at him, taking in his over six-foot glory, you’d never think that he’s such a teddy bear. With me, he’s kind and generous. Courteous and unapologetic over his need to be close.

  Kissing. Holding hands. A quick flick of the eyes as we talk with our friends that makes my skin warm.

  Everything he does feels like I am constantly being wrapped in his love.

  “I apologize, kind sir. Please forgive my indiscretion.”

  “Shut up and pucker, Mimi.” He laughs and then, because he has no patience, Nick takes the kiss before I can respond. It’s slow and sweet; his tongue massages mine in a sinful dance that causes my core to clench. His taste, the feel of him beneath me as I turn in his arms and straddle his thighs, is maddening.

  At once, his hand goes to my hair and he maneuvers me to his liking. He deepens the kiss, slanting his mouth over mine while taking control and pulling me closer, chest to chest.

  I savor his possessive need, ingrain it to memory as his taste becomes a part of my DNA.

  For a moment, I forget where we are, and my focus lies solely on him.

  How he nibbles my bottom lip, nips the sensitive skin and then licks it better. How he groans each time I massage my tongue against his. How his desperation mirrors my own.

  “We should take this back to your house,” I moan against his lips, hip gyrating over his hardness. “Let’s cancel our plans and stay in bed. Explore a little more?”

  His house isn’t too far from this small section of beach. Hell, I’ll settle for a dry-hump in the back of his Jeep if it calms the raging need consuming me. It’s like this every time his lips meet mine. Every time he so much as smiles at me.

  I was never this way. Never. It’s all him.

  His leaving is going to hurt.

  And I know this, accept it, but I will never let that disrupt our journey. We are meant to be, and those six months will be nothing more than a blip in the road.

  “God, I love the little sounds you make.” His words are nothing more than a hungry grunt while one hand anchors me. Nick keeps me from moving over his jogger-covered length, while his cock throbs in time with my heartbeat. We haven’t done anything other than his tasting me, and I want more. I know he does too. “Fuck, resisting you is becoming painful, baby. Literally hurts to stop this.”

  “Then why stop?” I nip his chin, pushing against his hold. Fighting to find relief. “There’s no one around. Maybe we can play a little—”

  “I have plans for us.” His words make me pause. There’s no denying that what he says thrills me. The fact he’s trying to make my first time special means more than he could ever know. “Plans that don’t include naughty girls getting spanked before eight a.m.”

  In other words, he’s asking that I trust him and not push. To let him do this for us.

  If only he knew that the where or how isn’t important to me. That he is.

  Widening my eyes, I follow his lead and try to give him my most innocent look. “Tell me more.”

  “You’re dangerous, Mila.” Nicholas shakes his head and pulls me close, tucking me into his chest. A chest that vibrates with his carefree laughter. “Pure danger.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question.” I tack on with a small huff at the end, even though I’m anything but annoyed. Instead, I’m smiling and my heart flutters.

  “Never said I was going to.” With the pad of his finger, he tips my face up so our eyes meet. Grey on hazel, his stare is intense. “When I take you, baby, it won’t be on a beach or empty parking lot. There will be no rush. Nowhere to be or people waiting on us; I want to take my time and enjoy each sigh of pleasure that leaves your sweet lips. Savor every piece of the gift I was blessed with. I want you to come on my cock over and—”

  “Stop.” I can’t handle his words and the palpable hunger in his eyes.

  “What’s wrong, beautiful?” Jerk is smirking.

  Ignoring his question, I scramble off his lap and stand. Hold a hand out. “Hurry up. We need to go.”

  “Go where?”

  “Gambling.” At my response, he gets this perplexed look on his face. Me too, buddy, I’m a horny mess and need to get a hold of myself. I’m trying to behave for you. “We’re going gambling, Nick. I’m getting lucky one way or the other.”

  “Three hundred dollars, Nick,” I repeat for the eighth time because this never happens to me. Casinos rarely love me, and when they do, I break even at best. That’s it. “Dude, it has to be you. No other explanation.”

  “You’re too cute when excited.” He taps me on the nose, a soft smile on his handsome face. We’re back at his house now, opening the front door to the beautiful two-story bungalow. It’s in a quaint little area not too far from the beach and close to a few good restaurants. Nicholas steps aside and lets me pass him, keeping close enough that my body grazes his on the way in.

  “Perv,” I say, tossing a wink over my shoulders as I toe my sandals off.

  “Your perv, sweetheart,” he rectifies, coming to a stop behind me. At once, his scent assaults my senses. All man and spice, with just the right amount of a woodsy after note. Next comes the feel of him—his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into his very hard chest. Just holds me, while I melt into the embrace. “Did you have a good time?”

  God, the things his voice does to me. It’s like velvet honey. Smooth and dangerous.

  “You know I did?” I give a small whimper, and he chuckles.

  “Any particular reason why?” Nick is toying with me. Not nice.

  Turning around in his arms, I wrap my own around his neck before he can protest. Two can play at this game, but mine will just be funnier and less sexy. “Because I kicked ass.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Heck, yeah!” I even add in the high-pitched tone that usually comes out when I’m excited. Besides, with the way he’s looking at me now, I’m amused, wanting to kiss his pretty-boy face stupid. “We got to play with the pretty, pretty lights out at sea. How could that not be amazeballs? Seriously, slot machines are life.”

  “You forgot one very important fact, Mimi.” Nick tries the stern route as he bends his head down and nips my bottom lip, but I’m onto him. See that he just wants his ego stroked a bit since he lost so bad on the machine next to my golden one. “I’m highly disappointed.”

  “Watching you lose those eighty bucks in ten minutes was hilarious. I know.”

  “Brat,” is all he
says, and then I find myself upside down and over his shoulder. One blink, and the caveman manhandled me like one does a rag doll. I kind of like it.

  “Seriously?” I laugh, reaching down to pinch his butt. He has a very nice one, especially from my angle at the moment.

  “Your fault.” It comes out on a playful growl a second before his hand lands on my right ass cheek. It stings, a sharp bite of pleasurable pain that causes me to suck in a breath. Nick soothes the reddened flesh immediately, sweeping his fingers over the area in slow circles. “Behave, or there will be more.”

  My mature reply? I bite down hard near the center of his back. “You behave.”

  There’s a yelp from him a second before I receive the second spank. “So much sass, Mimi. It’s like you want me to throw you over my knee.”

  And I do. There’s something to be said about receiving a playful slap on the ass from your man. It’s sexy. Hot. A level of comfort and trust that is sacred.

  “What if I do?” This is another reaction that only he can pull; with Nick, I am bold. Not afraid.

  He brings me down, lowering my body slowly so it slithers down the front of his until my pussy is over his cock, just pressing. “I will make your every fantasy and want my priority. Nothing will ever be off limits between you and I.”

  My eyes, that had closed, open and drown in his hazel ones, in the mirrored desire. “Please, baby. No more waiting.”

  It’s the most honest thing I’ve ever said in my life. He is my one, and I am ready.

  “I want you so fucking much.”

  I lay my forehead on his, heart racing. “Please make me yours.”

  He nods. It’s minute, but I feel it. “For the rest of the night, you are mine without distractions.”

  “Yes.”

  “No phone. No friends.” His mouth slants over mine in a quick, yet passionate kiss. It’s raw and possessive, a complete overload on my senses. “Understood?”

  “Please.”

  “Good girl.” One last peck, and he entwines our fingers, walking ahead of me and pulling me to sit at the edge of his bed. “Don’t move.”

  As soon as he’s gone, I lie back and close my eyes. Let thoughts filter through my head as the enormity of what we’re about to do hits me, and yet, I’m not nervous. Not at all.

  Instead, I’m finding myself at peace. Happy. Ready to give myself to him.

  “Don’t fall asleep on me, beautiful.” Nick’s voice carries through the room, and I squeak. I’ve been so lost in thought that I didn’t realize he was back.

  “I’m awake,” I say, face heating up as I sit up to a very pleasant view. My man is shirtless, toned muscles coiling as I peruse his glorious body. A body that is mine. Every inch of him belongs to me.

  “Good to know.” His eyes are amused, yet I can’t ignore the sinful way he smirks. Licks his lips while he does a little eye-fucking of his own. Roaming my body, his stare settles on my very hard nipples.

  “Quit trying to make me blush.” My tone is breathless, no real bite.

  “Never.” A painful groan leaves him, and he holds a hand out. “Now, come here.”

  Within seconds, my hand is back in his and I let him lead me into his spacious bathroom. No words are said. Just a comforting silence as he takes me over to his clawfoot tub that is filled with more bubbles than necessary, which is just how I love it. The scent is familiar, and I notice the array of scented bath products from my favorite store in the nook within the back wall.

  “How?” I’m truly touched that he would go to all the trouble. Everywhere I look, there’s a little surprise for me: lit candles, roses, and what looks to be a bottle of champagne chilling on ice.

  “My plans had help, and that’s all you need to know.”

  “Nick, I don’t know what—”

  “No more questions, beautiful. Let me take care of you.”

  nine

  Without another word, Nicholas undresses me and then sweeps me off my feet. He holds me tightly to his chest while kissing any inch of exposed skin he can. Peppers kisses from the crown of my head and down my cheek where I turn my face and our lips meet.

  I’m addicted to his taste.

  This kiss is languid and soft. My lips part for him without prompting, letting our tongues meet and caress. There’s no need for either to fight for dominance—we just enjoy.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, Mila,” he groans against my bottom lip, the same one he loves to bite at every turn. “So soft and petite. A curvaceous doll that I can manipulate to my liking.”

  “You make me feel as if I’m the most important thing in your world.”

  “Because you are.” The sincerity rings clear in his answer, and my entire being vibrates with pure, unadulterated happiness. “And you’re mine. All mine.”

  “Yours.”

  Slowly and with care, he lowers me into the tub. The water is perfect, the scent of strawberry and cream surrounding me in a soft blanket just above the water line. It covers my nakedness: he can’t see how my nipples pebble or my stomach clenches in anticipation of his touch.

  And yet, I’ve never felt more exposed and sexier. Knowing that he could take me—touch me as he wants—is thrilling. Excites me, and the proof is on my thighs. A wetness that has nothing to do with the water.

  Nick kneels at the side of the tub, bringing the bottle of champagne and a flute with him. With ease, he turns to the side and pops the cork, causing a small squeal to leave me. The pampering, the man smiling at me, and the love I’m feeling right now has me drunk on happiness.

  This right here is more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I feel as if I’m living a fairy tale. Like my life has become a bestselling romance novel.

  “Thank you,” leaves me on a whisper.

  Nick nods and pours me a glass of the bubbly. “Never thank me for treating my woman like a queen. To me, you are that and so much more.”

  He offers me the glass and I accept, but instead of taking a sip, I offer it to him. Leaning over, I place the rim to his lips and tip the flute just a bit.

  His smile is indulgent as he drinks, and I take the opportunity to have a few drops roll down his chin. I’m on him in a second, sitting up on my knees and licking the few drops.

  “Delicious,” I moan, a low and throaty sound as the sweetness of the champagne and his unique taste explodes in my mouth. “A perfect combination.”

  “Fuck, baby.” His hands snake around me, holding me to the edge of the tub while they wander lower, down my back and over my ass, grabbing a handful in each hand. “Drink for me.”

  “I’d rather have you.”

  “You will...” he releases one cheek and brings the glass in my hand to my mouth “...but much, much later. After I’ve had my fill, I’ll let you play. Taste what is yours.”

  Tipping my head back, I drink what’s left in the glass. He places the glass down beside him on the floor and grabs the washcloth that I failed to notice near the ornate faucet.

  I’m following his every move as he dips it in the water and brings it up to my neck, swiping down and over the top of my breasts.

  “Sit back for me, Mimi. Let me bathe you.”

  “No.” I shake my head, pushing him back, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, his hand tightens—fingers digging into my flesh.

  “No?” You can see the emotions flitter across his face. There’s confusion, surprise, and a willingness to stop everything if I say so. God, I love him.

  “No. Not until you get in with me.”

  A smirk blooms and a brow raises. “Is that so?”

  “Yeah.” I arch my back, pushing my chest out in invitation—enticing him to join me. I’m working with limited space, but it’s just enough to expose myself.

  The bubbles slide down, revealing more of me. He licks his lips, eyes on each stiff peak while the hand with a firm hold on me dips a little lower. The tips of his fingers sweep over my back entrance, and it feels good.

  The low whimper that leaves me surprises me
.

  “I love hearing your pleasure. Each little sound so sweet and sexy.” He drags his nose down the center of my throat, his tongue sneaking out to taste my skin as he reaches the center of my chest. There, he bites the skin, taking it between his teeth and adds just enough pressure to mark me. “All mine.”

  “Please, Nick,” I beg, core clenching as his fingers press a little firmer while he continues his assault on my chest. “Get in with me.”

  “I’m trying to behave, Mila. Makes this perfect for—”

  “Perfect is being with you.” His eyes meet mine, looking for a trace of deception, but there is none. “Please, baby. Bathe with me.”

  Pressing his lips over my heart, he nods and stands. Nick keeps his eyes on mine while he takes his jeans off and the boxer briefs underneath. He winks as I get a real full look at him. No blankets, no towel, no darkness within the room to keep the full effect of his physique from me.

  Christ, he’s beautiful. The perfect male specimen.

  “Like what you see?” There’s a hint of teasing in his tone.

  “Yes.” No shame whatsoever. No one could deny how perfect he is. Moving over to the center of the tub, I swirl a finger in the warm water. “Now, get in. Bathe with me.”

  Nicholas grabs the washcloth, bodywash, and then steps inside. Sitting with his back against the porcelain, he spreads his legs a bit, and with a look, tells me to take my place between his thighs. And because taunting him has become a favorite pastime of mine, I shake my head and attempt to sit facing him against the other end of the tub.

  I make the turn, crawl one step, when his hands clasp my hips and pull me back.

  My ass against his dick, Nick keeps my flush against his skin and nuzzles my neck, lips skimming until he reaches me earlobe and takes the flesh between his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Nowhere,” I respond breathily, his assault on my skin causing goose bumps to erupt. “I’m right where I want to be.”

  “Right answer.” Nick takes the washcloth, pours a few drops of bodywash on it, and dips it into the soapy water. He brings it up and over my chest, letting the drops of water roll down my neck and chest. The soft terry cloth skims my skin, over each breast, paying extra attention to each hard nipple.