Been There Done That (Leffersbee #1) - Hope Ellis Page 0,110
wanted to do with him.
Of how much I loved him.
My bra fell away. His hands immediately went to my nipples, tweaking, rubbing, pulling.
“Were you trying to kill me, that day in your office? Those thighs, that ass . . .”
I barely registered what he was saying, cocooned as I was in his sensual spell, floating on a current of bliss as we backed into a room.
His hands cupped my ass, gave it a proprietary squeeze.
He groaned.
I groaned, my hips unconsciously seeking him and his hardness.
My panties melted away. The backs of my legs hit a bed.
Just like that, I sat on his bed. Laid back.
Nick stood before me. His gaze moved over my body. Even in the dark, I read the hunger in his expression.
And I wasn’t nervous anymore.
I felt powerful under his gaze.
A wicked smile curved my lips as I beckoned for him to come closer, to join me.
He didn’t hesitate. Before I knew it, he was over me, biceps bulging as his forearms caged either side of my head. My nipples rubbed against the cold, smooth surface of his shirt and tightened unbearably. One of his hands moved, trailing a path of fire down, down the undersides of my breasts, over the small hill of my stomach, tangling in crisp hair before parting my lips. Broad fingers tested my wetness, dipped and danced around my clit, dived in my tight channel until I was squirming under him. Moaning. Cursing.
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re nervous anymore.” He sounded insufferably smug.
“Dear God, shut up and do me already.”
He laughed, swallowing my moans, his delving tongue mirroring the sly ministrations of his fingers below, his free hand insistently pulling at my nipple.
I bucked against him, sensation tightening and tightening, my hands clawing at his back, clutching his stone shoulders.
Until it all detonated and snatched my awareness, obliterated the whole world. I laid on the coverlet, legs spread, arms akimbo. Melted. Deconstructed.
Then the slide of a zipper penetrated my lust fog and I remembered.
I remembered what I wanted.
And I was going to take it.
“My turn.”
I pushed at his chest until he was under me. I straddled him, my thighs spread wide across him.
“Zora.” The timbre of his dropped, his eyes unbearably soft as he cupped my face. “I dreamed of this.”
I grinned. “Me too. But I don’t think I can be gentle.”
His smile was wolfish as his hand shifted up until it was buried in my hair. “Promise?”
“No, you’ll just have to be brave.”
I took his mouth while I tore at his shirt, ripped at buttons until the front was open. I hated severing our connection even for the brief time it took to pull his undershirt over his head. He wriggled out his pants. I helped to peel his boxers down his legs.
Until he was finally naked.
All that hard muscle was on display, from the muscled terrain of his chest to the deeply indented grooves of his Adonis belt.
And the beautiful, curving dick in my hand.
“There’s your empirical evidence,” Nick choked out.
I didn’t think Nick breathed as I ran my hand from the base to the tip, squeezing, milking.
His hands ran up my body until they settled on my breasts. His voice, when he spoke, was rusty. “Hey, Zora? Remember what you said, about just doing it? I would like to put in a vote for that. Right now. Please. Please put me inside you. Please let me feel that wet pussy coming all over me.”
I was delirious with need, flirting with danger, canting against his dick until it nestled sweetly against my lips. I wanted to feel him inside me with no barriers, nothing between us.
Jesus. Leigh had not been too far off when inquiring about my current use of birth control.
“Where are your condoms?”
“Bedside table. Here.” He commenced with an awkward shuffle up the bed, pulling me along, until we were at the head of the bed. I leaned over, opened the drawer, and snatched out the unopened three-pack.
“Unless,” I began, unable to stop myself from sliding along his thick length.
His eyes widened. “Yes? You were saying? Unless?”
I closed my eyes, relishing the thrill of him, under me, in just the right place. Just a little more to the right and he’d be right where I needed him. “Unless . . . I have an IUD.”
“That’s wonderful news,” Nick gasped out, his voice faltering as he exerted gentle pressure with his hands to still my grinding hips. “I news, too. Good news. Oh, fuck me, I can’t think.”