“I don’t need any.” His tongue slipped inside her ear and her legs turn to Jell-O.
“Are you sure we should do this?”
He sighed. “Anyone ever told you that you think too much? Close your eyes, Shiloh, and enjoy.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
“Never had any complaints.” His hands slipped up to cover her breasts, gently massaging them.
Shiloh closed her eyes and practically purred, leaning against his shoulder to give into her desires. Having a coherent thought when he touched her was… impossible. Why not do as he suggested––enjoy the experience? One night in his arms, then she could get him out of her system for good.
Her arm curled up around his neck, giving him full access to her breasts. Instantly he used that access to advantage.
His fingers slipped under the green silk and squeezed her breast, rubbing her nipple through the roughly laced material. “Should we go into your bedroom? Or did you have something else in mind?” His voice was husky, and it sent her senses reeling. “A fantasy, maybe?” he added.
Shiloh shook her head. “This is fantasy enough. The bed will be fine.”
He laughed and spun her around, lifted her into his arms, and kissed her. The kiss left her clinging to him in anticipation.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed. His lips reconnected with hers then his tongue plunged into her mouth, causing her blood to simmer.
She reached for him again. Drew him down on top of her and the weight of his body became an aphrodisiac to her senses. Who needed oysters with Nicholas around? His male, musky scent made her head spin.
When he shifted, his arousal brushed her thigh, exciting her to a fevered pitch. The intoxicating taste of wine and peppermint mingled as their tongues explored each other.
Shiloh’s mind drifted back to the last time they were together, when she’d held his velvety shaft in her palm and caressed him. All she could think about was him buried deep inside her… She wanted to feel his powerful thrusts as he brought her to orgasm.
With shaky hands, she reached for his shirt, and in a rush to feel his naked skin against hers, gave no heed to the buttons. They pinged off, one by one.
Nicholas broke their kiss. “In a hurry?”
Shiloh reveled in his breathless tone. "I’ll buy you a new shirt,” she said, then sent the last two buttons flying.
He growled, then tore the shirt off and tossed it aside.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. He had such an incredible chest, taut and well defined, his stomach etched in a muscular six-pack design.
She’d never seen a man so perfect, and she swallowed. She watched his muscles flex as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his jeans.
“Roll over so I can unzip you.” His devilish grin made her belly do a double twist.
Shiloh turned onto her stomach, her heart racing as he slid the zipper down to the small of her back. The skin tingled where he touched her. She couldn’t believe she was doing this—really going to make love to Nicholas Trent. Please don’t let this be a mistake.
He rolled her back over and pulled the dress down, his denim eyes darkening to midnight blue.
“You’re one hot woman, Shiloh.” He tugged the dress over her hips and tossed it over his head. His Adam’s apple bobbed when his gaze slid down her body.
Did he find her as sexy as she found him? She hoped so.
Before he came back to her, he removed his jeans, took his wallet out and opened it up.
He pulled out a foil-wrapped condom and winked at her. “I was a boy scout. We were taught to always be prepared.” He stood by the bed, giving her a chance to admire him in the pair of black silk boxers that hugged his hips perfectly. How could the man have no flaws? He was hot all the way down to his size-thirteen feet.
She couldn’t believe she’d gotten him in her bed. She was no gorgeous cover model, the type she was sure he was accustomed to having in his bed.
The bed bowed as he joined her. When his hand ran gently over her stomach all logic ceased for Shiloh, as hot, coursing desire washed over her.
Nicholas released the front clasp of her bra and it sprang open. He inhaled roughly, then ran his hands over her breasts, a light caress that caused her nipples to peak.
When his head dipped down and his mouth covered her breast, Shiloh closed her eyes and thought she’d lost her mind. The sensation was incredible... Her back arched to urge him on as his tongue swirled around her nipple in an erotic motion. His hand slid off her silky thong, his fingers invading her womanly folds.
Nick glanced up with amazement on his face. “You’re so slick.” He thrust his finger inside her again.
She moaned, then confessed, “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, you told me.”
She turned away, feeling foolish.
He forced her face back to look at him.
“I’m glad you haven’t been with anyone for a while. It makes this special for both of us. And if we’re being honest… it’s been months for me too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Why is that hard to believe?”
“Because you’re so…” Her face heated. “Nothing.”
“What? Come on, tell me.”
Shiloh wasn’t sure if she should or not. “Okay. Young and perfect.”
He smiled. “Thanks. But have you looked in a mirror? You’re so damned sexy, Shiloh.” He pressed his cock against her leg for emphasis as his fingers continued to work their magic inside her. “You’ve got me hard and I want you in the worst way.”
Shiloh slid her hand down his flat stomach, then worked it under the band of his boxers to encircle him.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Nick clenched his teeth, struggling not to lose control. The woman was driving him crazy. He couldn’t believe how hot she was and all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside her. And he would. But he intended to please her first.
This needed to be perfect for her, because he knew it sure as hell would be for him. He was already harder than he’d ever been in his life and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet. The thought of her intense heat surrounding him almost made him explode.
As his fingers explored her, he triumphed with each little gasp of pleasure he received.
When she arched up to meet his exploring finger, he knew she was close to coming. And he couldn’t hold back. He stripped off his boxers and slipped on a condom. Unable to wait any longer, Nick positioned himself between her legs, and entered her in one sure, penetrating thrust.
The instant he was buried deep inside her, and she wrapped her long sexy legs around him, his reserve crumbled. He started to move at a measured pace.
He braced her hips with his hands and moved in hard, deliberate strokes, watching her beautiful face, reveling in her look of ecstasy. Her auburn hair lay out around her face on her pillow… like wildfire. God she was breathtaking.
Nick’s heart soared.
She dug her nails deep into his side and moaned, then tightened around him. He lost all control and quickened his pace until his own release came, so intense he saw stars.
Damn. I thought that was a myth.
He collapsed on top her, then rolled to her side, his hunger satisfied and more than spent. For the moment.
Nick lay there for a few minutes, totally relaxed. Sex with Shiloh was incredible. Nothing else had ever come close.
He glanced at her and found her staring at him, her breathing, deep and uneven. Nick swallowed hard at the look of wonder in her eyes. What was she thinking?
She reached over and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you. How do you get your hair to stand up straight like that?”
He grinned. “Magic.”
She pulled herself up onto the pillow and grinned. “Are you hungry?”
Nick thought about her question, his eyes roaming her
body. His cock sprang to life at the sight of her nakedness. “Hungry? Hum. Yeah, but not for food.”
He reached over and pulled her into his arms. “How about you let me show you what else I was taught in Boy Scouts?”
Her eyes widened. “And what would that be?”
Nick’s hand slipped between her legs. “I was taught how to start a fire. Would you like me to show you? Or maybe a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?”
“That sounds interesting, but can you do them both at the same time?”
“You mean multi-task? I’ll do my best.”
He leaned in and kissed her soundly. Building a fire would be easy enough, but he wanted to make sure he could keep the blaze burning all night long.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shiloh opened her eyes, instantly alerted by the pressure on her chest. She turned her head to find Nicholas next to her, asleep. His large hand rested on her breast.
She sighed and studied his face. He was cute as hell, his body a wonderland of delight. Their night of passion had been more than she had wished for. An experience she’d never forget.
He might be young, but Nick sure knew his way around a woman’s body… and what buttons to push to send her over the edge to orgasm. Not just any orgasm either—one that seemed to go on and on, leaving her weak and sated. Then he repeated that erotic process an hour later. He’d been like the energizer bunny. He kept her coming and coming—and coming.
Shiloh smiled and shifted, trying not to wake him.
She felt some tenderness between her legs, but their night together was completely worth any discomfort she had now.
Nicholas stirred. “Morning,” he said in a groggy voice. He stretched, exposing his lower stomach as the sheets slid away from his hips.
Her face heated. How could she possibly be embarrassed after what they’d shared?
“What time is it?” He leaned over her to reach for his watch, his other hand not leaving her breast. He glanced at the face, then put it back on the nightstand. "We’ve got time."
Shiloh narrowed her gaze. “Time?”
He flicked her nipple with his thumb as his other hand slid down her belly to the triangle of curls between her legs. An eyebrow crooked up devilishly. “For a quickie.”
“You’re insatiable, Nicholas.”
“Thank you.” His fingers played with her and his head dipped down, his mouth covering her breast to suck.
“I think we’ve already gone through your box of condoms,” Shiloh rasped, then moaned when his finger plunged inside her.
“I have one left. I’ll pick some up later today.”
His words immediately penetrated her passion-induced brain. He thought they were going to keep doing this. But no way was that going to happen. They had to end it here—now. One night was all they could ever have.
She pushed his head away from her breast. “No. We can’t do this again.”
“I told you, I have one left.”
“Stop it, Nicholas.” Her angry tone made him look up with furrowed brow.
“What?”
Shiloh took in a deep breath, contemplating the right words to say. She had to make him understand she’d enjoyed their night together, but one night was all they’d share. “You were great, Nicholas. Really. But we work together. We can’t do this again.”
His eyes darkened, then abruptly he shoved the beige sheets aside and got up. He grabbed his clothes off the floor, stalked to the bathroom, and slammed the door behind him.
Great. She’d handled that badly, but she had to make him see their lives held no future together. What they had shared was sex, pure and simple.
And the sooner he realized that, the better off they’d both be.
Nick leaned against the bathroom door and closed his eyes. Damn it. How had he let her talk him into this whole sex thing anyway? He’d known once they slept together that everything would change for him, but obviously it had meant squat to Shiloh.
He swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat. His stomach knotted painfully. She’d dismissed him like some paid gigolo she’d tired of.
He yanked on his boxers. He was a fool.
What had he expected from a cold-hearted woman like her? Had he thought one night in his arms would change her? What a joke. Once an Ice Princess, always an Ice Princess.
After he dressed, he ran his hands through his hair. He needed to think over what he’d say when he left the bathroom.
Be cool. Act like you could care less if you ever see her face again. See how she likes it. Damned right. Treat her like the cold fish she is.
Nick shook his head. Shiloh might be a cold fish, but she was the most desirable woman he’d ever been with, and sometime between entering her bedroom last night and this morning, he knew he’d fallen in love—insanely, madly in love.
Even so, he refused to let Shiloh know how hurt he was by her actions and her words. Somehow, if she knew, it could give her leverage he didn’t want her to have. He’d just pretend he didn’t care and do his job. Then get on with his life.
He’d certainly had some bad luck with women. For some reason he fell for the wrong ones; but not any longer. If he could learn from this, Shiloh was the last mistake he would ever make.
Inhaling deeply, he opened the bathroom door and walked back into the bedroom.
Shiloh had gone.
He headed into the living room where a delicious aroma wafted in the air. Coffee. He really needed a cup.
He continued into the kitchen and found Shiloh leaning against the counter. She wore an ivory Kimono and stood there sipping from a mug. Her auburn hair was a mass of wild curls, giving her a tousled look. And she had definitely been tousled. He turned away and nodded at the coffee.
“Could I have a cup?” Nick tried his best to appear cool and in control.
“Of course. What do you take with it?”
“A little sugar.”
She grabbed a mug off a wooden tree and filled it then added the lump of sugar he requested. She stirred it and held it out to him.
He took the cup and wrapped his hands around it, inhaling the fragrant brew. “Smells good.”
“It’s a special blend.” She lowered her gaze and took a sip.
Nick’s mind went back to their picnic on her bed after their third bout of lovemaking. Unfortunately, his body responded to the memory. She’d fed him strawberries between kisses—kisses that led to yet another romp—another condom. How many were in a box, anyway? Five. Ten. He’d lost count. He had one left, but he’d also used the just-in-case condom out of his wallet.
Damn. He’d never gone all night before. Puffing out his chest, Nick felt damned proud of himself.
Was Shiloh feeling discomfort from their over-amorous encounter? A sense of spite made him hope she did. At least she wouldn’t feel up to sharing her delectable body with any other man for a while. Just the thought of her with someone else sent his stomach plummeting south. She belonged to him.
What the hell’s wrong with you?
She’d used him to satisfy her carnal needs and then threw him away like an old shoe. Well, not exactly an old shoe.
Gary Freeman’s words came back to haunt him. Boy-toy. Was that what he’d been to her? A toy to play with, then discard when she grew tired of him? If that was the case then she was icier than he’d thought, and he didn’t need her. How could he ever love a woman so cold?
No, it couldn’t be love. It was lust. She turned him on like no other woman had… that’s all. A simple physical attraction he could get over, given enough time.
Shiloh sat at the desk in her office. She recalled Nick’s apathetic expression, flashing like a detour sign in her mind. After she’d told him they couldn’t have sex anymore, he’d seemed upset. He’d stormed into her bathroom, but when he came out, it was a different story. He was completely indifferent to her, had reverted back to the Nick he’d been before they’d made love.
Had she somehow misread his anger? Maybe he had time to rea
lize she was right about there being no way to continue with their affair, especially with DNS regulations hanging over their heads.
She wasn’t worried for herself, if she lost her job so be it, but Nicholas could be dismissed by a rumor if the upper brass got wind of it.
Shiloh shook her head. A lot had changed in the few short weeks since she’d been made director. She herself had wanted Nicholas out on his cute little ass, but since then she’d seen he was a darn good agent, and deserved the chance to prove that. He’d saved her life and managed to keep his head––even as his own lay in the balance. He was definitely DNS material, but she refused to tell him so. His ego was pumped up enough already—she wouldn’t want it to float away.
Her mind wandered back to their night together and those thoughts ignited a fire in her blood. Any normal woman would have had her fill of him, but she was still ravenous. How was she going to deny her body what it craved, night after night, knowing Nicholas was within reach? His beautiful, muscled young body, lying just a few feet away. His long, talented fingers waiting to work their magic with her.
She groaned softly. She should have known better. Her plan had disintegrated from the first fiery kiss they’d shared. One night in his arms would get him out of your system... What a crock. One night had only made her want him more. Her body drove her crazy. If he walked in right now she’d pull him onto her desk and love him thoroughly.
A light tap on her door made her jump halfway out of her seat. In a shaky voice she said, “Come in.”
When Sandra walked inside, a feeling washed over her, but she couldn’t be sure if it was relief or disappointment.
Her secretary stopped in front of her desk. “Mr. Danfield would like to know if you have a few minutes to speak with him.”
“Of course. Send him in.” Shiloh’s mind raced a mile a minute. What could he want? Had he heard rumors about her and Nicholas? Was he here to ask her to resign?
She swallowed her anticipation and stood to greet him. “Mr. Danfield, please come in and take a seat.”
Shiloh waited until he sat down, then shut the door and walked around her desk and sat. “So, what can I do for you?”
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