of knife-sharp pleasure, the tension inside me coiled almost painfully tight.
“Zoe,” he replied, swirling his tongue around my clit, then stabbing deep.
“Please!” I arched.
“Did you want something?” He swirled again, and I whimpered.
“You know what I want!”
“What was that?” He gave me another long lick, and my hips bucked. “You taste so damned good.”
“Nixon!” He really was going to keep me here, on the verge but not over it. If there was control to be had between us, he held it all, and the way he locked eyes with me, holding my stare as he flicked his tongue across my clit, told me he knew it. “Let me come!”
Hunger so deep it bordered on ravenous filled his gaze as he sucked my clit between his lips and used that tongue to catapult me into the hardest orgasm of my life. I screamed—it might have been his name—as the first wave crashed over me, unleashing the tension he’d so carefully built. Again and again, it crested, lessening in intensity each time as he worked me down, until I was finally limp.
Then he started again.
It came quickly this time, the pleasure spiraling to a breaking point. I needed him inside me, needed him to feel the same way I did right now. “Nixon, I want you.”
“You have me.”
“I. Want. You.” I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly.
He groaned, then prowled up my body. “Are you sure?” Every line of his body was taut, the muscles of his shoulders rock hard as he waited for my answer.
“More than sure.” My hands slid down the powerful ridges of his back.
He nodded, then reached into his nightstand and brought back a foil packet. “I’m clean,” he promised. “I get tested every—”
I kissed him quiet. I didn’t want to think about the reasons behind that testing—of how many women had come before me…would come after me. “I trust you.” I did. I’d spent every day of the last few months with him. He’d never intentionally hurt me.
Unintentionally…well, that was an inevitability.
He nodded and ripped the packet open, then slid the condom on with practiced ease.
“And I’m clean too,” I blurted, my nerves getting the best of me as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“I figured.” A smile ghosted his lips.
“And on birth control.” God, he was right there.
“I know.”
“You know?” My hips rolled.
He hissed, moving his hand to hold the curve of that hip. “I’ve seen the pills when we travel.”
“I just made this awkward, didn’t I?” I cupped the side of his beautiful face and skimmed his lower lip with my thumb.
He nipped the flesh lightly. “You couldn’t make it awkward if you tried. I want you too badly, just the way you are.”
“Good.” I melted from the inside out, my muscles relaxing beneath his rigid frame.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he demanded.
“I’m sure. I want you. I want this.” I arched up and kissed him, rocking gently.
“Zoe,” he groaned, flexing his hips and sinking into me inch by inch.
I gasped as he filled me, stretching me tight until his hips met mine.
“Holy fucking shit.” He panted against my lips, holding himself completely still within me, giving my body time to adjust to his size. “Zoe. I don’t even have words for the way you feel.”
“I know.” He summed it up perfectly. There were no words for this, no way to describe the incredible feel of him inside me.
I moved, and he took the hint, withdrawing, only to drive inside me again.
We both moaned.
His hips started a slow, deep rhythm I answered with my own as we came together again and again. Each thrust was better, sweeter, harder than the last.
I was never going to get enough of this.
He drove us toward that peak with steady intent, and even when I urged him to take me faster, he just grinned and drove deeper, adjusting the angle so I felt him in every nerve, every cell in my body.
Only when my thighs began to tighten again did he pick up the pace, watching me with an intensity that pushed me higher, faster.
“Nixon.” I clutched at his shoulders as I felt that familiar spiral of pleasure coming undone.
“I love how you say my name.” He swung his hips faster, harder.
I love you. I barely managed to keep the words behind my teeth as he reached between us and pushed me over the edge with his fingers.
I flew, chanting his name as the orgasm pulsed through me in waves of color, but nothing compared to the look