I turn back to take my seat in the waiting area of the terminal when the sight of Nicholas running through the airport knocks the wind out of me. His mask is off but he’s still wearing his red costume and cape. Despite his strange appearance, no one seems to notice or care that he’s walking around the airport in his whole getup.
“Nick?” I call.
He turns at the sound of my voice and closes the space between us. “You left before I could catch you," he states, his tone furious. He takes a hesitant step toward me. A few of the passengers in the boarding area turn to stare in curiosity at the scene before them.
“I can’t stay. I can’t stay here and ruin your life. I heard what your father said about me in the conference room the other day.”
“Why didn’t you talk to me before you left?”
“I knew you would try to convince me to stay,” I admit. Tears threaten to pour out of me as his hand reaches up and caresses my cheek.
“Damn right.”
“I can’t stay, Nick.” I look up and a small smile plays at the corner of his gorgeous lips.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Tell me why, Rebecca,” he begs.
His thumb trails across my lips and my heart contracts almost painfully at the sudden contact. I’ve missed his touch and the way it always heats my skin.
“I need to hear it.”
“I fucking love you, that’s why!” I scream. It’s the first time I’ve ever said the words out loud, and hearing them now sucks all the air from my lungs. This beautiful, arrogant man captured my heart and now I have to let him go. On top of everything, he’s going to walk down the aisle with someone else and the thought of it is enough to fracture my heart irreparably. I’m not a masochist.
“You can’t leave,” he says, grabbing me with a look of determination in his eyes.
“I have to. I don’t want to ruin your life, and I can’t watch you marry her.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says.
“Please, Nick, don’t do this.” Nicholas grabs me, pulling me out of my seat, and leading me toward the exit of the airport. No one stops him. In fact, several passengers stare in fascination.
“I’m not going with you,” I cry in frustration as I pull myself from his hold.
“You are, or I’ll carry you out, myself.” I pivot to go back to the waiting area, but Nicholas is too fast. He lifts me over his shoulder like I’m a weightless sack and carries me through the terminal. It isn’t until we’re near a customer service station that he sets me down.
“Come with me,” he says, practically dragging me to the service desk.
“Hi, how can I help you?” the cheery attendant with bright red lipstick says. She looks from Nicholas to me and her smile widens.
“I need two tickets to Paris for today,” he says.
“What?” I squeak. “Nicholas, what are you doing?”
“Great, give me a moment and I’ll look for the next available flight.”
“Nicholas, what the hell are you doing?”
He turns toward me with an impatient look. “Gellar, I don’t want to do this here.”
“We sure as hell are doing this here. I can’t have you give up your father’s company for me. And I’m not leaving with you when your fiancée is waiting for you at home.” The words start out as a whisper but quickly crescendo to a yell. My cheeks burn as several travelers passing by, including the customer service rep, turn toward us, eyes gaping in shock.
“Excuse us for a moment,” Nicholas tells her as he pulls me to the side. An impatient look crosses his face as he maneuvers us past a group of waiting travelers.
“Nicholas, I can’t bear to stay and ruin your future, and I’m not going to be the other woman,” I say when we’re finally at a safe distance and out of earshot of the waiting passengers.
“So what you’re saying is you won’t be my mistress,” Nicholas asks, smirking.
“You are such an –”
“Before you call me an asshole, listen. You left the gala before I could tell you that I broke off my engagement with Alison. I told my father that I was coming here to find you. If I’m going to be running his company, then I think I deserve the right to choose whom I’m going to marry. If he can’t accept it, then I don’t want any part of it. I want to be with you. I know you think that I’m giving up everything, but you haven’t realized that…you mean everything to me.”
“I do?” My eyes scan the area around us as a cluster of passengers watch in fascination. It’s like we’re putting on a TV show over here.
“Yes, I love you.” Tears fill my eyes at the shock and raw beauty of his words. I never thought I would hear those words coming from his lips.
“I really didn’t want to do this here, but...” I watch as Nicholas slowly lowers himself to one knee, pushing back his red cloak as he pulls the familiar little turquoise box from his pocket. A grin spreads across his face as he opens it. My breath catches at the sight of the emerald-cut ring. This asshole led me to believe I was picking out a ring for Alison, but it was for me all along? He loves me? He's asking me to…
Nicholas takes my hand and kisses the center of my palm. My center instantly heats at his touch.
“Rebecca Elizabeth Gellar, my fiery red goddess and the sometimes thorn in my side, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I can’t promise the future won’t be rocky, but I can promise that I will love, cherish, and fuck you every opportunity I get.” He takes the sparkling diamond ring and slides it on my finger.
I blush at the gasps that escape from people around us.
“I’m all yours,” he says. “Will you have me?”
Mine. I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that this would happen. When I first met Nicholas, I thought he was just another gorgeous face with an enlarged ego. This man has tested my patience, my sanity, and has stretched me nearly beyond my breaking point. It seems that these weeks of agony and despair have been in vain. Instead of fighting to stay out of his arms, I’ve won my way into them.
“Yes.”
Nicholas scoops me up and crushes my body to his. “I love you so much, Rebecca.” His lips claim mine in a ravenous kiss that makes my toes curl. For several seconds, all I know is the feeling of his lips against mine.
“Does this mean I have to share my side of the bed with you?” I laugh.
“Sweetheart, I can promise you there won’t be much sleeping when we’re in bed.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I think we’ll have to reschedule our flight for tomorrow,” he growls.
“Why?” I ask, confused.
“Because I have to take you somewhere right now and fuck you. I can’t wait four hours. I need to be inside you, right now.” Nicholas nips my ear and it takes all of my control not combust right here in the middle of the airport terminal.
“Yes, let’s go.”
EPILOGUE
Paris, France
My mind drifts to thoughts of Nicholas and I entangled in bed sheets as he walks back into the hotel room carrying a bottle of champagne, and one long stemmed rose. My eyes trace over him, anxious to begin my exploration.
"What dirty little thoughts are running through your head, Ms. Gellar?" Nicholas asks, as he scans my face. My cheeks warm at the low rumble of his knowing chuckle and the slow twitch of his lips. I hate, and love, that he now always seems to know what I’m thinking. I bite my lip, feeling a boost of courage shooting through me.
"I'll show you,” I say, flashing him a cheeky smile as I pull him to the bedroom. The mixed look of shock and desire on his face is priceless. He grabs hold of my nape and pulls me into a tantalizing kiss. His lips are soft, even with the slight abrasion of his five o’clock shadow. His hold on me grows urgent as I mold my body against his. A trickling sensation builds between my legs. It’s a need that only he seems to be able to fulfill. Nicholas palms my bottom, pressing me firmly against him. I love when his hands are o
n me.
I pull at his tie and run my hands through his hair. The soft moan that escapes his lips only makes me bolder in my attempt at seducing his clothes off – although at this point, he’s not really putting up a fight. He stops me then and proceeds to shed his tie, shirt, and pants. I marvel at the way his boxers ride down on his hips, revealing a light trail of blond just below his navel. My lips itch to kiss and lick the sexy muscular lines of his hips. Nicholas pulls his boxers down and steps out of them. I hold back the gasp that threatens to escape from the sight of his hard cock. Nicholas’s gaze smolders as he watches me slowly and seductively pull my dress over my head. I’ve always felt silly stripping in front of guys, but somehow, with him, he always manages to make me feel like this is one really hot show. There’s no room to feel self-conscious about the way certain things jiggle or bounce when I move, and in reality, there’s no need to. Nicholas doesn’t seem to mind.
A smile plays on his mouth as I throw my dress at him. He tosses it to the floor and saunters over.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he chuckles. There’s a deep timbre in his voice, and for a moment, I can’t help but think that there’s a double meaning to those words. I don’t want him to have enough of me because I can’t seem to get enough of him, and it thrills me that those feelings might not ever change.
“You could try...” I say with a smirk.
He sits down, admiring my naked form from the edge of the bed. I watch his eyes trace the curve of my hips and then down my belly. I step forward with confidence and he grabs me, pulling me close to straddle his lap. Each movement replays in my head in slow motion. His hands wander down my back to knead the flesh of my bottom. He grips me firmly, pressing me against his hardness. A hiss escapes his lips as I grind my hips against him.
“Rebecca.” His voice comes out tight and raspy.
“Yes?” I ask, panting. I feel him purposefully pressing into my thigh.
“I’m going to show you how much I’ve missed this pussy of yours,” he warns. My insides clench in desire at his words. Nicholas cups my breasts and pushes them together into his mouth. The scorching pressure of his tongue sends me into a tizzy.
He slowly grinds his hips up toward me as if warning me not to move. My underwear and bra aren't even off, but I can feel an orgasm building inside me. I hear a popping sound as Nicholas pulls my nipple from his mouth. They tingle from the sensation of going from warm to cold. Just as I'm about to sink down onto Nicholas, he flips me on my back, landing me softly on the Egyptian cotton from the hotel bed. His body easily covers mine as he scoots me back against the top. I watch him with lust as he pulls off my panties and unclasps my bra with ease.
I’m calm until the moment he pushes open my legs and pulls my bottom toward him. The tension in the room suddenly feels unbearable. Nicholas looks down at me as if marveling at the sight before him. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his body leaning into me. One moment I feel him gently pressing against my entrance, and then in the next he’s thrusting inside me. There's a slight pain as my body adjusts to him. The pain quickly subsides as he rocks into me in slow strides. Tremors radiate throughout my body.
"Nick!" I gasp.
"I love the way my name sounds on your lips."
His speed and rhythm climbs to a different level of intensity. I arch at the slapping sound of skin on skin as he drives deeper into me. He grabs my hands and crosses them above my head. I don't fight him. I just let him take control and revel in the thought that simultaneously he's giving back that control he so desperately needs. His grunts grow heavier as his hands roam down to the top of my chest.
Each time he enters me, a tidal wave of pleasure swallows me up. I've never done drugs but I'm pretty sure the high that people talk about feels something likes this. In this moment, I'm suspended between life and death. My limbs feel too good to move, and every time Nicholas whispers sweet nothings into my ear, I come a little closer to melting into the sheets. I clench around him and he nips my earlobe in appreciation.
"Keep doing that," he begs.
I smile at the sound of him begging me. I reward Nicholas with another clench, but this time I hold myself tightly around him. He pants and growls and it's like someone let a tiger loose in my bed. He lifts my right leg, giving him a deeper angle. I cry out as he drives into me. It only takes three thrusts before the shockwaves take over and my insides liquefy beneath him. A second later his body slumps against me. I giggle at the feeling of his blonde mane tickling my now overly sensitive skin. He brushes his growing facial shadow against my breast, and before I have a chance to moan he leans up and captures my lips. I shudder as he runs his tongue lazily across mine.
My eyes snap open and the first thing I see on my right is red. Silky red curls splayed out across white bed sheets. I exhale in relief at the sight of her lying beside me. I was so afraid last night wasn’t real. She's still here with me. The sunlight trickles in through the hotel window, illuminating her skin in warm sunlight. It must be well into the morning already. I scan the room for a clock but find none. Last night felt too good to be real, but here she is, snuggled up inches from me. I can still smell myself on her. The smell is a sweet mixture of her flowery perfume and my sweat and cologne. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I reach out and trace my hand across the curve of her hip. Her skin is soft beneath my fingertips. It takes every ounce of strength not to turn her over and restart what we had last night. I glide my hand down her stomach until it’s inches from her pussy. I want to feel her go wet for me again.
As if sensing the pressure of my hand, she moans and juts her hips up. My body immediately responds to the sound. My head says go to sleep but my cock has other plans. I watch her stretch and roll toward me. Her breasts sway, brushing against my chest, and the sensation sends a pool of heat down my body. I pull her to me and she immediately lays her head against my chest. Just as I'm about to close my eyes and let sleep overtake me, I hear her soft voice.
"You're poking me," she whines. She shifts her body and I feel my erection rubbing up against her.
"What?" Rebecca's hand slips under the covers and she wraps it around my cock. Fuck. That feels so good. I groan as I thrust into her palm.
"Either my remote control found its way in your pants, or you're just really happy to see me." I chuckle at the wicked look on her not so innocent face.
"I'm just really happy to see you," I admit.
She bats her eyelashes and a beautiful smile breaks across her face. I rub off the mascara that is lightly smeared underneath her eyes. Most women would freak out if I saw them without their makeup being utterly flawless, but Rebecca seems to have this adorable take-me-as-I-am attitude. She covers her mouth with the bed sheet just as I'm about to lean and kiss her.
"Stop hiding your lips," I rumble.
"We haven't brushed our teeth." A bright blush stains her cheeks. If she thinks her comment offends, me it doesn't.
"Are you afraid of my morning breath?"
"No," she starts to say.
"I'm not going to stick my tongue down your throat, sweetheart. But if you don’t let me kiss you, I’ll be forced to pin you down." Before she has a chance to turn away from me, I pull the cover from her face and seize her lips with mine. It isn't the open-mouthed kiss that I crave, but it’s still a gorgeous reminder of how good it felt to be inside her hours earlier. I break the connection just long enough to roll her underneath me. Her eyes go wide as I plant myself between her luscious thighs and position my cock inside her warm center. Her back arches as I lean in and thrust. I’m greeted with the familiar blissful sensation of her warmth.
Rebecca’s head goes back and she swerves her hips with me. "Nick, mmm ohhh, God."
"I'm not a god, baby, but you sure make me feel like one," I say. Despite the urgent need to fuck her senseless, I take each thrust slow. Her fingernails dig into my ass, pushing me to drive deeper and harder, but I hold back and shoo her hands away.
"I'm going to f
uck you slow, baby. The more you claw my ass, the slower I fuck you."
"Please," she begs. "Faster."
My restraint is unraveling. From the desperation in her voice, I can tell she’s close to her release. I would do anything for this woman. She’s the fire in my life, the kick in the balls I needed, and the love I’ve always craved. She’s my everything.
I can’t wait for us to begin our forever.
And now a preview of
COMING SOON
PROLOGUE
Three years ago
It’s a needy moan that startles me awake. The soft sound of her voice vibrates through the air ventilation and into my room. My eyes flicker open and I stare into the darkness of my bedroom. It’s happening again. He’s down there with another one. I hold my breath as I strain to hear their voices. My heart races as their passionate cries fill me with a lustful warmth, and I flush at the wicked thoughts that flood my mind. Thoughts of him touching me. Thoughts of him spreading me open and taking me from behind. Thoughts of me being the naked woman entangled in his sheets.
A gasping voice calls out his name. Tristan! I hear his deep, throaty roar and the sound of her moan desperate for release. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard him take a woman down to his room. There have been many nights that I’ve lain here, wondering what it must be like to be on the other side of that vent. I shouldn’t be having sexual fantasies about Tristan. He’s not my older brother by blood, but he was adopted into our family two years ago.
I turn over, trying my best to go back to sleep, but their voices draw me in, and before I realize it, I’m panting with them. I grow wet at the touch of my nail gliding across my clit. If he only knew how many times I’ve climaxed to the sound of him fucking. I close my eyes and imagine his hands inside me, pressing up against me and rubbing me at a slow, torturous pace. I arch at the warm sensation that starts at my center and builds its way up. My nipples harden as I roll one of them through my fingers.
I’m so close. After several minutes pass, my hand grows tired. Frustration consumes me as the image of Tristan touching me dissipates. I lie there annoyed at the lack of release in my life. Most of my high school friends lost their virginity long ago, but I’m still stuck with mine. My best friend has reassured me that there’s no need to rush into anything, but when everyone around you is doing it, it makes me wonder if she’s just saying it because she feels bad.
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