Nailed - Opal Carew Page 0,17

had panicked … plagued Kane.

He tore his mouth from hers. “River, last night—”

She shook her head. “No, don’t worry about last night. I want this. I want to be with you.”

God, he couldn’t resist. He cupped her soft breast. Immediately, her breath caught, and he saw a spark of anxiety in her eyes. He pulled back.

“River…?”

She shook her head, her eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sorry. I’m not too good at this, and I am a bit nervous, but…” She pressed her hand to his cheek. “I really do want to do this with you. If you could just move slowly and be patient…” She bit her lip.

Okay, so she wasn’t very experienced. He could do what she asked.

“Of course I’ll be patient. And I’ll go as slow as you want me to.”

She nodded and smiled shyly. “Thank you.”

He took her hand and led her to the couch.

As soon as she sat down, he said, “I’ll be right back.”

He went to the cabinet where he kept a small selection of wine and grabbed a bottle and a couple of glasses then turned on some soft music. He poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her.

He sat down beside her and lifted his glass. “To us.”

Then in a corny gesture, he linked arms with her and they both took a sip.

He set his glass down. She took another sip. Then another as she watched him.

“I’m not trying to get you drunk,” he said.

She sipped again, and put her glass on the table. “I know. It’ll just help me relax.”

“I don’t know,” he said with a smile, sliding his arm around her waist and drawing her closer. “We seem to be working at cross purposes, because I plan to get you excited.”

She grinned and leaned against him. “Oh, I think we’re on the same page.”

Then she nuzzled his neck. Heat washed through him as her fingers played over his shirt and he realized she was undoing the buttons. Her hand glided down his chest as the shirt opened.

He pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. She leaned forward and her soft lips pressed against his skin. She kissed across his chest then—Damn! His cock jolted to attention as she lapped at his nipple, then sucked. He glanced down as her neon-green-tipped fingers found his other nipple—which was hard as a bead—and toyed with it.

God, he wanted to touch her, but he wasn’t quite sure how to do that without spooking her. She leaned back and unfastened the small buckles holding her black vest closed. She shed the garment, grabbed the hem of her bright, multicolored T-shirt, and pulled it over her head. Underneath she wore a simple bra, but it was black and lifted her breasts nicely. And her breasts were larger than he had imagined. He’d had a hint of their size last night with the brief touch, but her clothing certainly hid their fullness.

He couldn’t drag his gaze from them. When she reached behind to unfasten the bra, his breath held. She drew the straps from her shoulders, and with a blush on her cheeks, she slowly drew the garment away.

He stared at her naked breasts, so full and round … the nipples a deep dusky rose … swelling under his gaze. He wanted to touch them so badly. His cock ached with need. But he made no move.

She gazed at him uncertainly, then finally reached for his hand and, to his delight, pressed it to her warm flesh, her hard nipple pushing into his palm. He tightened his fingers around her, cupping her in his hand.

“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he said in awe.

He caressed the other one, loving the soft fullness in his hand. And the silky feel of her skin.

She stroked her hands up the sides of his neck. Then cupped his jaw and kissed him. Her lips hesitant on his. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She shifted onto her knees and pressed tighter against him. Her tongue glided into his mouth, then led his back into hers, then she sucked.

He groaned and turned her, pressing her back onto the couch, then he prowled over her. He dragged his mouth from hers, and stared down at her perfect breasts. He lowered his head and captured one puckered nipple in his mouth. He suckled and she moaned, her hands curling around his head, her fingers threading through his hair.

He reached for her other nipple and stroked it, then