Those golden eyes were shining and hot as she smiled at him.
“I want to kiss you here, Mia. I’m going to kiss you until you come under my mouth… soft and sweet and shaking.”
She gasped at his words; no man had ever just come out and said what he wanted to do to her and she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
Nick lowered his head to her lips, her scent and taste filling his senses: she was sweet and musky and wet and he devoured her. His tongue found her vulnerable centre and pressed gently. Her answering shudder drove him on, and he lapped at her clit, sucked on it, listening to her panting and moaning, loving the writhing of her body under his touch.
Mia was slowly losing every ounce of control she had. What Nick was doing felt so different than how it had felt with her boyfriends. With Nick, it was feral, somehow. Wild and wicked and just raw. No flowers or fumbling – he just put his mouth on her and claimed her. She had never come so close to coming so fast and she loved it.
Nick spread her wide open now, exposing her to his eyes and mouth, and he licked up and down, long, strong flicks of his tongue that drove her closer to the edge.
“Nick… oh, God…”
He ran his tongue over her clit again, felt her whole body tense. He touched her entrance now, worked his finger inside of her heat. Her hips raised off the bed and she gave a cry. Slowly, he moved his finger deeper inside and sucked on the hard knot between her legs at the same time. Her pussy clamped his finger, pressing and releasing and her clit swelled under his lips.
Mia’s whole body started to shake and she clutched the bed sheets in her fists. Her back arched and her head pressed hard in to the bed and her toes curled. Her legs were open as far as they could go, Nick’s massive shoulders between her trembling thighs. The fire inside of her was raging now, spreading through her stomach and chest. The feelings and heat rose and rose and she closed her eyes.
He looked up at her. “You’re close, babe. I can tell.”
“I am… please…”
Nick felt her body tightening, getting ready to explode and he gave her what she wanted. He thrust a second finger inside of her and pumped her faster, harder, and sucked her clit without mercy.
“Oh, it’s so good… Nick, it’s perfect…”
Her sweet lips parted and she gasped. Her body shook and tensed, shook again. He gave one final thick push of his fingers and pressed against her pearl at the same time. Mia gave a strangled cry as her climax ripped through her.
Mia thought that she might pass out from the intensity of it. All she could do was lie there, totally spread and open to him, coming and coming, her sweet juices covering his lips. She gave a final cry, a last shudder, and she collapsed to the bed, her pussy still contracting.
He gently withdrew his fingers and looked up at her. God, she was stunning when she came: abandoned and passionate and so fucking hot. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and rose up on her trembling body now. He gathered her in to his arms, keeping his weight off her shoulder.
He kissed her and ran his fingers through her tumbled hair. “You doing OK, babe?”
Her eyelids fluttered open and he grinned at the gleam in those eyes. “Oh, yeah, babe. I’m doing OK.”
“You are so beautiful when you come, Mia.”
She blushed. Nobody had ever told her that before. “I am?”
“Yeah… I want to see that again.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” she teased him.
“Can you think of a better way to go?”
Their eyes met, hot and wild.
“Maybe not,” she said.
They kissed again, more urgently this time. His cock was massive against her sex, and she reached down to pull his boxer shorts off. He kicked them on to the floor and stretched out on her again.
“You are huge,” she said
“You like that?” Nick said.
“I love it. Come here.”
She took him in both hands, stroking his length, harder and faster, and he closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to hers. He felt her pussy against his stomach and he groaned at the incredible heat radiating from her. He needed to be inside that hot, sweet place.
He opened his eyes. “Mia.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want you to be offended, OK? But I brought some condoms with me tonight.”
She went very still under him. “You did?”
“Yeah, but not because I thought you were a sure thing or a quick fuck or anything like that.” He fumbled, trying to explain in a rush, terrified that she’d be hurt at the presumption or feel like some cheap piece of ass. “I mean… I was hoping that you’d want to be with me. I just hoped.”
She gazed up at him, saw the worry in his gray eyes. She smiled and reached for the drawer in her bedside table. She pulled out a box of condoms.
“Yeah, I hoped too.”
He stared at her and then they both burst in to laughter.
“I guess great minds do think alike,” he said.
“Or dirty ones,” she said.
“Hmmmm. True.” Nick grinned and took the box from her. “We’ll use one of yours. This time.”
Mia gasped as he slowly ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her slit; she was so primed for him, her hips jerked and a spasm inside of her made her moan.
“Nick, now. Please… I can’t wait.”
“Me neither, Mia. I want to be inside you. You’re going to feel amazing, I just know it.”
Mia watched him roll the condom down his incredible length; his hands were practiced and certain and she suddenly realized just how many women he must have been with. She thought about the women that she’d seen that night at The Cave: all long legs and concave stomachs on full display and sharp cheekbones, and she felt shy and insecure.
Nick looked up and smiled at her, then he saw the look on her face.
“You OK?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. It’s just –”
“What? What’s wrong?” He sat up. “Are you hurting somewhere?”
“No. It’s just that I’m not – not very… experienced.”
Nick looked down at her. “You mean, you’ve never…”
“Oh no, I have. I’m not a virgin. But I’ve only ever been with three guys and I know you’ve been with lots of women. And I’m worried that I’ll…disappoint you.”
He felt a rush of tenderness for her. “Impossible, Mia. No way you’ll disappoint me… I just want you to relax and enjoy it. You promise?”
She nodded.
He laid down on his back and pulled her up on him. “I don’t want to lean on your shoulder, Mia… I want to make sure you don’t get hurt.” He grinned. “Plus, I want to watch you come again. This is the best way.”
She gazed down at him and smiled. “I love being on top.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” She reached for him and guided his cock to her pussy. She watched his face as she rubbed him on her, against her, and then slowly slid him inside her sex, just a bit, then a bit more. His hips twitched and he groaned. Mia raised herself up on her knees and lowered herself in one movement, taking all of him.
Nick almost came immediately. He couldn’t believe how good she felt.
“Oh, God, Mia. You’re so hot… so tight. Oh, God.”
She started to move on him, taking him deeper. He had wanted to last for a while, but the sight of her above him, her breasts bouncing, her face bright with desire, ended that plan pretty quickly. He held her hips in place with one arm around her waist, thrusting faster now, pushing as deep in to her as he could.
Mia threw her head back as he took total control of her body so easily. She was at the mercy of his cock as he impaled her on it, over and over again, hitting that sweet, deep spot that drives all women crazy when it’s found. Her hands were in fists on his chest as she shook, helpless in her desire.
“You’re there again, aren’t you babe?” He lifted her right off
the bed with his thrusting hips, loving her small scream in response. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”
She sobbed and nodded, unable to form words.
He licked his fingers and stroked between her legs, rubbing his thumb on her bud. He circled it, around and around, felt it harden and expand and moisten. She was panting his name now, her eyes glazed and bright, and it drove Nick over the edge.
He gave a guttural cry and plunged in to her as hard as he could, reaching and pulling back, sliding in and out of her, loving how her body clutched at his cock. He held back and held back, watching her face. When she started to come, he let go of his control, let himself do what he wanted to do. Mia gasped as he fucked her deeper than she ever thought she’d be able to take, loving it, never wanting it to stop.
Nick reached for her as she came, pulled her down on to his chest. He buried his face against her neck and gave a cry as his own orgasm broke over him. He called her name over and over, his cock throbbing inside her. His hot mouth opened against her throat and he held her as close as he could.
Mia clutched his upper arms as the final tremors shook her. She stayed on his chest, too spent and exhausted to raise her head. His hands stroked her back gently and his lips grazed her throat and ear.
“Mia? You OK?”
“Umm-hmmm.” Her response was muffled against his chest and he laughed. “You?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Together, they caught their breath and Nick’s thundering heartbeat returned to normal. He lifted her off his hips and he grinned when she made a soft sound of protest as he pulled out of her body. He rested her on the bed and pulled the sheets up over her naked curves.
Nick kissed her. “Be right back.”
She watched him go in to her small bathroom and sighed with happiness and total satisfaction. He is just so fucking sexy. My God.
He came back to the bed and laid down next to her. “Come here.”
She rested her head on his chest and ran her fingers over and over his muscles, amazed at the grooves and edges.
“You are so beautiful, babe.”
She smiled at him, that shining, open smile that he had first noticed in the bar. “You think so?”
“Oh, yeah.” He traced the curve of his lips and she kissed his fingers. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Even with all those gorgeous women that come to The Cave?” she said.
“They don’t hold a candle to you, Mia, I promise you.”
At that exact moment, she believed him.
Nick stroked her face gently. “You OK? Like, really? No pain?”
“None. I swear.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “OK, then. We can do it again, right?”
She stared in to his eyes, saw the heat there. “You are damn right we can.”
And they did – twice more, before collapsing in to an exhausted, sated sleep.
Chapter Six
Mia’s first thought when she woke up the next morning was that her bed sheets seemed very hot and solid. Like a large, warm body, almost.
Her eyes cracked open a bit and she found herself staring at a huge, muscled chest. She blinked and then remembered. A wave of heat and lust washed over her and she almost moaned aloud.
“Good morning.”
She lifted her head and stared up at Nick. His eyes were warm and sweet and he looked all tousled and roll-out-of-bed sexy. Which is exactly what he was.
“Good morning,” she said.
“How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock. You?”
“The same. You tired me out, Mia.”
“Don’t complain.” She grinned. “I think you enjoyed it.”
He laughed and she watched as his face lightened. “Guilty as charged.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
He kissed her. “You look like a sunflower, with your hair and eyes all bright. Gorgeous.”
“That’s my favorite flower, actually.”
“It is?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it suits you.” His eyes went to her bandage. “Hey, we need to change that. It’s coming loose.”
“OK,” Mia said and started to sit up.
“Stay where you are. I’ll get the stuff. Where is it?”
“In the bathroom cabinet.”
He got up and her eyes traveled hungrily over his taut, large body, loving every inch of him. He returned to the bedroom carrying the bandages and a tube of antibiotic cream. “Come here, babe.”
Gingerly he peeled off the old bandage and examined the bruising and swelling. He winced. No matter what she said, there was no way that her head wasn’t sore. With a piece of cotton, he dabbed the cream on her stitches and she closed her eyes.
“Mia?”
“It’s OK.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
After he applied the new bandage he kissed her lips. “All done. You’re a very brave patient.”
“Thanks,” she said. “And you’re a very good doctor.”
“I try.”
The looked at each other and Mia suddenly realized that they were now well in to the morning after. Was Nick going to bolt and throw a quick, “I’ll call you!” over his shoulder on his way out the door? Or was he going to stick around?
Nick saw her face and knew exactly what she was thinking. “You got any coffee in this place?”
She blinked. “I do.”
“Well, I have the day off today. You?”
“Uh. I was going to do some writing, but it’s nothing that can’t wait.”
“So how about we have some breakfast and talk about what we’re going to do today.” He grinned. “Aside from a whole lot of repeat performances of last night.”
Their eyes met and they saw the longing in each other.
“OK,” Mia tried to stay calm. “Sounds like a plan.”
Nick ran his hand across her curvy upper thigh and brushed her lips, his fingers caressing the vulnerable nub between them. She was already wet.
“Or – maybe coffee can wait?” He raised his eyebrows.
She nodded. “Coffee later.” His finger slid inside her and she moaned. “Much later…”
**
“OK, Mia. Spill.”
Mia grinned at her friends and took a sip of wine. “It’s been two weeks, guys. It’s not like it’s serious.”
“Yeah,” Katie said. “Two weeks of sex every night with a seriously hot guy! Come on, Mia. We’re all single… throw us a crumb here.”
“OK, OK. Well. He does call me his sunflower. Says that when I wake up, I’m all bright and tousled and beautiful.”
“Oh, my God,” Reena sighed. “That is so sweet… he’s actually pretty sweet, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. In surprising ways.”
“I don’t care about sweet,” Katie said. “I want to hear about if he’s hot or not. He is, isn’t he?”
“Of course he is,” Maggie said. “I bet he’s wild in bed.” She shot Mia a pleading look. “Tell me he is. He is, isn’t he?”
Mia was silent. The truth was that Nick was wild and hot, no doubt about that. But he was also careful and caring and strong and smart and… well. Sweet. The other truth was that she was starting to develop strong feelings for him. She knew it was stupid and she knew it was all happening too fast and she knew she’d probably end up getting hurt in the end. But there it was: she liked him. A lot. When he wasn’t around, she thought about him and missed him. He was becoming someone important in her life and she knew she was getting serious about him. How he felt about her, though, was a mystery.
She shook off her thoughts and forced a smile on her face. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s hot. I’ve been feeling very satisfied lately, thank you very much.”
They all laughed and she scrambled to change the subject.
“How’s the book going, Katie?”
“Everybody’s happy except for one person. One guess who.”
&n
bsp; “Um. Adam?”
“Yes!” Katie’s eyes snapped. “Adam.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Oh, he had some critical feedback about my photos of him.”
“Let me guess.” Mia was fighting down the urge to laugh. “He had some issue with the light.”
“You got it in one.”
“So do you have to go back and reshoot?”
“That’s what he wants, but I’m not going to do it.”
As Katie talked, Mia’s mind wandered to Nick. They were seeing each other later and her body was already warming up just at the thought of him. She wanted him next to her, on her, in her.
Mia was falling for him – falling hard and fast – and even though she knew it was a gigantic mistake, she was going to go ahead and do it anyway. She’d deal with all the fallout later.
**
“OK, Nick. Spill.”
Nick looked at Adam and shook his head. “Spill what?”
“Come on, man.” Adam took a drink of beer and put his feet on Nick’s coffee table. “Mia.”
“It’s been two weeks. It’s not like we’re engaged or anything.”
“Two weeks with Mia is two weeks longer than you’ve ever had with anyone else. Nobody lasts longer than one night and you know it. So… spill.”
Nick shrugged, trying to look casual. “We’re just having fun. Lots of it.”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” Adam rolled his eyes and didn’t look convinced.
Nick glared at him, but the truth was, he knew he wasn’t being very convincing. The other truth was, this whole thing with Mia had caught him completely by surprise.
He had meant it when he told her that she’d slipped under his skin, and for the life of him, he had no idea how that had happened. Sure, she was pretty and smart and kind, but she was something more, too. She was brave and sexy and hot and he was addicted to her… no matter how many times he made love to her, it just wasn’t enough.
For a guy who had spent a decade fucking ‘em and leaving ‘em, this was a shock. He kept thinking that the spell she had over him would break and he’d be able to cut her loose to get on with her life with a guy she deserved, but it just wasn’t happening. In fact, the more he was around her, the more he wanted her. And it wasn’t just the hot sex – it was her. Mia. He wanted to be with Mia.
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