She was winded when his weight landed on top of hers on the bed. Lyla opened her mouth to gasp and laugh simultaneously at his eagerness to get his mouth back onto hers. The insistence of his lips to open hers was quicker this time and his tongue delved deep into her mouth. He was consuming her, building the need of their bodies to a place they’d never let it reach.
“Wait,” he said and lifted up to look at her with that same daze in his eyes that she’d seen in the living room. “This isn’t a test, is it? Am I supposed to suggest we wait?”
Smiling, Lyla rubbed her hands over his body beneath his jacket. “Do you want to wait?” He shook his head, his lips already moving towards her again. “And if I do?”
Clamping his lips shut, Trick stopped his advance, but took a second to clench before he spoke, “Then we wait.”
Releasing her legs from their place at his back, she was pinned down by his body, but was too high up to know the answer to her next question, “Nairn… are you hard?” Lifting his hips, he rose a fraction and tilted to push the bulk of his erection against her core. Grinding down, he left no mystery about the need of his mass. “Is that for me?”
He grinned and she enjoyed knowing she’d put that sparkle in his eyes. “Only for you from here on out.”
“Do you have protection?” she asked. “I’m not on any kind of birth control.”
For a second, he looked worried and she thought their interlude might be over before it started. Then he laughed and pulled one of his arms from under her to reach into his jacket pocket and a second later, he pulled out a box of condoms to hold it aloft in triumph.
“Courtesy of Prem.” There was something ironic about Paul providing the condoms and then missing the event. Her racing pulse and tickling skin were burning in anticipation; this was utterly terrifying and overwhelmingly exhilarating all at the same time. “Ironic thing is, Kira’s on an IUD so we—”
Lyla’s smile fell and some of her need dispersed. “You wouldn’t have used protection with her?”
Kira cheated on him. God only knew who she’d been with since they’d broken up. Panic seized Trick and he sank down to kiss her. “Oh no,” he said, “mood come back, come back. Forget that, forget it, baby, relax. There’s the mood, see how good that feels? See how good your man can make you feel, baby?”
His lips moved across her cheek to her jaw and down to her neck. This man knew how to kiss, knew how to contort a woman’s pleasure until she was aching for him. Lyla knew it because as the gentle caress of his lips slid down her neck to her throat, she couldn’t help but relax.
Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she welcomed the chance to run her hands down his arms, he had incredible arms. Strong and muscular, they were perfect for making a woman feel safe. He could pick her up, carry her around, pin her down, and take control.
Except now, he wasn’t doing any of that. He was taking his time, kissing her neck, her mouth, her face, and it was as she enjoyed this kissing that Lyla remembered she’d changed into her sweats after he left and she was covered up, everywhere. He was probably worried about getting too handsy in case she was reminded of his alter ego.
But she wanted to know what it would be like to be touched by her husband, the man who’d said he loved her. “Trick,” she breathed against him when he kissed her again and she ran her hands through his hair. “Can we get naked?”
He whispered a laugh. “There’s a question I never say no to.” As soon as he said the words, he rose a fraction higher and seemed to be scowling at himself. “I’m sorry, babe. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
It was funny to see him off-kilter and as she eased him away, she laughed and sat up. “It’s ok, honey. I know you’re not a virgin.”
Pulling her sweater off over her head, she cast off her vest next and it was only as she slid her fingers under the waistband of her pants that she noticed he was just sitting there watching her. Stopping, she twisted to face him and crossed her legs, waiting for him to catch up.
Lifting his tee-shirt off over his head, he tossed it away and smiled. “Your turn.”
The box of condoms was in the middle of the bed between them and as she fixated on it, her anxiety began to rise… she should never have stopped kissing him. “Trick,” she murmured. “This is going to be awful.”
“No, no,” he said, bounding up the bed toward her, shoving the condoms aside. “Look at me, baby.” Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look at him. “I love you, ok? This is not just a casual whatever. I’m sorry I keep saying stupid things. I’m nervous, would you believe it? Me nervous about sex? I’ve had dozens of women, hundreds maybe. I haven’t been nervous about sex since… Ok.” He frowned and shook his head. “I’m doing it again. Damn… Listen, it’s ok, I’m going to dedicate myself to showing you I’m a decent guy. We’re going to be together and—”
“Not the relationship,” she said. “The sex. The sex is going to be awful!”
His smile was slow and he leaned forward to bump his forehead on hers. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. You just lie back and let me—”
“That’s what I’m worried about! I have no skills. I’m useless with men. Always have been. What the hell do I know about sex? And sex with a guy like you who’s been with hundreds of women…? I’ll bore you.”
When she moved to rise, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed. But instead of saying anything, he just pinned those narrow intense eyes of his on her for the longest time. There was something immobilizing about the way he looked at her like that.
When she finally stopped breathing, he toed off his shoes without breaking the stare. He leaned down and pulled off his socks, still without breaking eye contact.
Next went his jeans and he really proved his skills by removing those while still fixating on her. But Lyla was grateful that he had because it became imperative for her to return that eye contact. He was naked. Oh, sheesh, Nairn Strickland was in bed with her, naked.
Panic closed her throat, but she was still frozen, not breathing, not moving. Trick took her trembling hand and moved closer to her. As he curled her fingers around his solid dick, she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her lower lip into her mouth.
Lyla was so tense that she didn’t feel him lean in, all she felt was how his hand began to move hers, up and down, stroking him.
“All you need to do to satisfy me is be you,” he murmured into her hair at her ear.
Blinking her eyes open, she didn’t have a chance to focus on anything before his mouth met hers again. It was easier to relax when he was kissing her. All she had to do was think about those lips, the slick motion of his tongue sliding over hers, curling around to tempt her into his mouth as he pushed back to salve the tip of her tongue with his own.
Lyla didn’t notice him removing her bra. But when his hands closed over her bare breasts she exhaled the weight of her pleasure into his mouth. And she realized something else; she was still squeezing and sliding her hand up and down his dick. All on her own, she was pleasuring him. Her hand moved as he did. She didn’t want to let go of him, it felt empowering to have a hold of him like this, especially when she knew he was enjoying it. And being honest with herself, she knew if she let go, she might never touch him again.
Trick moved onto his knees between her legs. “One sec, babe,” he said, taking his mouth from hers and easing her hand off his penis.
Lyla was disappointed enough that her next exhale sounded petulant, even to her ears. Trick grinned at her and kissed her quickly. “Just a second then it’s all yours all night,” he said and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pants. “Can I take these off?”
She wanted to say no, it was instinct to keep that last barrier in place. But a refusal was such a contradiction to what her body wanted. Her mind was conscious of her body image and ability, but her body was screaming at her to welcome him inside of her.
“I—”
“It’s ok to say no,” he said and all her doubt
s about his sincerity vanished there and then.
There was no way this man could be looking at her with that patient tenderness, while his dick clearly had an agenda, and not love her.
Lyla was going to let herself love him back, no more hiding. No more protecting her heart. She was going to open herself to him; it was the only way to embrace the adventure. Either this would be forever or he would be the greatest love affair of her life. He already was and they hadn’t even done anything yet.
Trick obviously guessed that she wasn’t ready because he let his hands ascend as he leaned forward to kiss her again, but she slanted away. “Nairn,” she said, grabbing his wrist to stall it. “Make love to me… please.”
“You sure? We can wait until you’re sure you’re ready. I don’t want you to feel rushed or—”
She laughed. “Stop trying to talk me out of it! Would you take my pants off and have sex with me, please?”
He grinned like a kid at Christmas as he bounced down the bed, pulling her pants and underwear with him as he went. “She keeps saying please like she’s not a goddamn wet dream,” he muttered and as soon as her pants were out of the way, he grabbed her thighs, yanked them apart and bowed to kiss her center.
“Trick!” Lyla screeched. Her torso rose from the bed as she grabbed his head and pulled it up.
He pouted. “Let me eat your pussy, baby, please,” he grumbled like she was taking away his favorite toy.
Laughing, she ran her fingers into his hair. “We might not have time to—”
“If I can make you come, it will be worth it.”
His fingers slid down through her folds, opening her wide, teasing and learning her. He kept his eyes pinned to hers when he bobbed his head downward once, then twice, like he was asking her permission to let his mouth descend to eat her.
But when his fingertip touched her opening, Lyla froze again and as he let the digit slide inside, her mouth opened in increments with every millimeter of his progression.
Usually when she was alone, she played with her clit to make herself come, but had never really bothered with penetration since she’d never come that way, so it had been a long time since anyone had been in that space.
Trick’s teasing turned into concern, and when she tensed at the sight of his concern, he got even more worried. “What?” she asked, grabbing for his wrist as she pulled her hips up the bed. That was all she needed, to be told her anatomy was somehow wrong. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” he asked, and his worry disappeared when he looked at her next and the curl of his lips got downright obscene. “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” Taking his finger to his lips, he put the whole thing inside, sucking it clean, and making her squeak. “ ‘Fraid you’re gonna have to get used to me eating you out, baby. You’re going to need serious prep and we’ll have to schedule huge amounts of foreplay time.”
“Trick,” she whined and tried to close her legs, but he was still lying on his chest between them.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, pushing up to find her lips with his, pressing his naked form down on hers. “I’m just teasing. You’re incredible… this is going to be incredible.”
The sensation of his body on hers, skin to skin, gave her something to focus on in addition to the talent of his mouth. So when he began to fondle her breasts, she let his tongue take the lead while she moved her torso in response to his hands.
“That feels so good,” she murmured as he kissed her chin and down the line of her throat.
“Let’s try this one out,” he said, sinking lower, he replaced one of his hands with his mouth.
Kissing, sucking, and nibbling on her breast, he gave every inch of her the attention of his tantalizing tongue.
“Oh, Trick,” she gasped, but he wasn’t done. His free hand slid between their bodies and he began to circle her clit with the tip of his finger. “Uh…”
Panting, her mouth stayed wide as she gasped and moaned at his teasing.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, blowing circles on her damp nipple.
It was literally thirty seconds later when her hips pushed up into his hand and her orgasm exploded, sending the natural drug of endorphins shimmering through her blood to her every crevice. “Nairn!”
His finger slid into her and he joined it with another and he lifted his head to smile down at her. “You’re wet, real wet, baby, perfect. Your man’s thirsty… you’re a good girl.”
But when he began to slide down her body, she grabbed for his shoulder, a mixture of anticipation and panic made Lyla swallow a fresh dose of adrenaline. “I want you to…” It was insane that she could be naked with him, she could orgasm for him, but she still couldn’t say the words.
“Want what, baby?” he asked, kissing her hard. “I’ll do anything that will make you feel good.”
But although his expression was open behind his obvious arousal she couldn’t bring herself to say it. So instead of speaking, she lifted her knees higher on his ribs and reached down to take hold of him. One side of his mouth curled high.
“That,” she said. “I want that.”
He kissed her again. “And that you’ll get… but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Try,” she said. “Please, Nairn.”
Was it the please or the use of his first name that made him groan? Whatever it was, when he sagged forward and found her mouth, she did her best to angle for him and tried to guide him forward into her.
“Patience, baby,” he grumbled against her. “Patience.”
Her smile rose and then she laughed. He couldn’t have been expecting the sound because he rose, showing a question in his gaze. “Are you giving me a taste of my own medicine?”
Returning her laugh, he kissed her quick. “Yeah, that’s what it is, now you know how it feels.”
But she knew he was teasing, she could see that mischievous light in his eye. “What if I beg?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “What if I say pretty please?”
He reached over the bed and with one hand he fumbled a condom from the box, he pulled the pack open with his teeth and managed to put the protection on without even looking at what he was doing.
Pressure against her opening made her mouth open in a silent gasp and with his eyes locked to hers, he pushed harder. But he stopped and shook his head. “I’ve never been so scared to hurt a girl in my life.”
Lyla didn’t know if that was extraordinarily sweet or if she should feel inadequate. Splaying her fingers on his cheeks, she kissed him, knowing that his mouth had the ability to calm all her fears and anxieties. “Then let me do it,” she said and began to ease him aside so she could squeeze out from under him.
“Hey, no, where’d you think you’re going?” he asked.
But Lyla wasn’t leaving him, she turned over, forcing him to go with her as she let her mouth dance in front of his. When Trick was on his back, she climbed on top of him and taking his lead, she copied what he’d done by curling her fingers around him and holding him tight while their eyes stayed locked.
Lowering herself slowly, she understood what he meant about pain as his girth pushed her limits. Trick tensed when she winced and he grabbed her hips, but as he tried to pick her up, she shook her head and laid her hands over his.
“If I don’t make friends with him you’re going to be celibate for a very long time,” she said, trying her best to smile as she rocked her hips side to side. “You said love, right?”
He laughed and that helped to relax her. She slid further down him as he moved his hands to the back of his head. “You’re a walking fantasy, Malloy,” he said, lifting his hips and easing them back, helping her by moving in opposition to her. “I did good.”
Shoving down, she yelped and he curled up in a hiss. “Oh God,” she said, cupping her breasts.
This was it.
This felt good.
Oh, the rhythm of him with her encouraged her juices and as they coated him, she moved faster and he went deeper. �
�That’s my girl,” he said, his voice gruff. “Oh, yeah. You got it, girl.”
Lyla thought she was doing ok, but Trick can’t have thought so, because he threw his arms around her and tossed her on to her back. But she couldn’t be offended because his rhythm was better, faster, longer, harder.
Working hard to match him, she panted and squealed as he hit her deep and massaged her clit every time their bodies met. “Trick,” she squeaked. “Oh, Trick, I’m… I’m gonna…”
“Go, baby,” he called out, and that was it, she screamed and her whole body clenched as it rose toward his.
“Nairn! Oh, fuck!” she hollered, driving her nails into his upper arms.
“Lyla,” he growled in response, shoving into her once and again, as he released himself in climax.
FIFTEEN
The back of her hand fell to her sticky forehead and while she blinked to clear her spotty vision, she saw Trick there, still above her, grinning.
“I’m feeling pretty good right now,” she panted. “Please don’t make fun of me.”
But his grin only got bigger. “You said you were gonna be no good… that was the best damn lay I ever had.”
Letting herself smile and feel satisfaction collide with relief, Lyla was consumed by the positive endorphins that made her feel like she could do anything, like she was the most powerful woman in the world.
Bowing lower, Trick was about to kiss her, so she moistened her lips. Except the suite door opened and they both turned to see that the bedroom door was still ajar.
“Damn,” Trick said and leapt off her to run to the door. He slammed it just as Paul turned the partition wall that separated the entry hallway from the living room.
“I saw you, you bastard!” Paul called from the other side of the door as Trick locked the door and turned to fall against it. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash, but stayed by the door.
“Why do you look like you’re having a heart attack?” Lyla asked, pushing on to her elbows. “We don’t have to tell anyone if you’re embarrassed about—”
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