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CHAPTER 23

NICK

I should be livid. Furious.

But it’s been a shit day.

And her hands are over my cock, and she’s straddling my lap, so I’ll go with it.

She fumbles with my belt buckle.

Adorable.

I’d say my brain’s lust scrambled, but it’s more than that.

There’s something about her I’m drawn to. If I were to guess, it’s her scars.

Closed, healed wounds.

Symbols of strength.

Character.

I’ve spent my life trusting my gut.

Right more times than wrong.

In all things that matter, I trust her.

Like Leo.

If she burns me, I’ll have one more scar to blend with the mix.

She succeeds with my trousers and releases me.

Pride flashes in her determined eyes.

Her thumb slides over my crown, but I reach for her, lifting her, and cup her jaw.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m not angry.”

If she’s with me, I need her to want it. To want me.

She dips her head. I glimpse a flicker of green, and then her lips cover mine.

I could lose myself in her kiss. Her tongue toys with mine, teasing, pulling me with her.

It’s been a fucked day. The shittiest. Yet her kiss feels like the heavens have opened.

All too soon, she slides from my lap, kneeling on the floor.

I lift my hips, helping her tug my trousers and briefs down.

Once again, she takes me in her hand.

My head tilts back, eyes rolling in my head as her tongue flattens against my base, and she licks my shaft.

“Holy fuck.”

She smiles through glossy, wet lips, then bends to take me.

Her hold is loose, and my fingers cover hers, tightening her grip, showing her what I like.

“You fucking me with your mouth has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

There’s a pop when she comes off me, but it’s her devilish smile that kills all patience.

I grip her wrist.

“Come here.”

She stands before me, and I pluck at the button on her denim.

“Where’d you get these?”

“You bought them for me.”

They fall to the floor in a pile around her ankles.

“Off with your shirt.”

“Do you not like these clothes?”

“I prefer you in dresses or skirts.”

I pause, staring up at her. “Why is your top still on?”

“Because yours is. You take off yours, I’ll take off mine.”

Such a temptress.

I work the buttons on my shirt, gaze locked on her as she lifts her shirt over her head.

I toss my shirt on the nearby chair as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra.

I push up from the sofa and step out of my trousers as she does the same.

Her fingers wrap around my shaft. Tighter, like I like it.

“Show me what you want.” Her voice is soft.

“You really want to know what I want?”

She gives a quick, short nod. And that tongue… Fuck . It licks her lower lip, and I swear I feel it on my tip. So sweet, but that’s not what I want.

“I want you to lie back, hands above your head. And I want you to tell me what you want. What feels good to you.”

I’m not certain she’s breathing. Too much? It’s not like I asked to handcuff her.

“You’ll be in control. Just?—”

“My hands out of the way.”

“Right. I’ll give you a safe word. You say it, I stop. Whatever it is I’m doing, I stop immediately.”

“A safe word.”

“That’s right.”

“What would it be?”

“Angel.”

“You want me to lie here. On this sofa?”

“We can go in the bedroom if you like.”

“Okay, handsome. Let’s try this.”

She lies back on the sofa, completely nude except for a slip of panties.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

She raises her arms over her head, stretching her pert breasts and her flat stomach and the faint tattoo along the side of her ribs.

“And you think I’m handsome?”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, and she nods with the slightest of smiles.

I kneel before her, much as she did with me, only my legs are on the couch. She bends her knees, making room for me, but I reach around her thighs to clasp her panties and drag them over her hips, down her thighs, over her joined knees, then down her calves, before I send the unwanted scrap of material across the room.

I glimpse the rows of stately shelves with dusty leather-bound books.

“Do you think the Kama Sutra is on one of these shelves?”

“Probably. It doesn’t look like anyone has added to the library in some time.”

I return her legs to the sofa, one on each side of my thighs, and I lift one slim ankle and press my lips to the side. She shivers.

With her legs wide, I take her in. Her glistening pussy, her red curls, her erect nipples. My fingers stroke my shaft, and her gaze watching me pleasure myself is almost enough to tear me from my mission.

But no, that’s not my purpose.

The couch sinks on one side as I crawl over her, hovering above her, lowering my head to suck in one of those pretty nipples, teeth grazing slightly.

She gasps, and I lift my gaze.

“Pain or pleasure?”

“Pleasure.”

I mimic the action on her breast. She squirms, and my dick presses against her thigh.

I nibble my way down, stopping to suck on a tattoo, and she twists, hard.

“Pain?”

“Ticklish.”

“Hmm. Good to know for later.”

She bends an elbow, and I tsk.

“Keep them out of the way. If you don’t like something, tell me.”

On another day, I’ll find out if it’s that one area or all her ribs that are ticklish. But for now, I’ll focus on my mission.

I cover her mound with my palm, watching to see how she responds to the warmth. Her hips roll against me.

“You like that? Want friction?”

She nods.

I slide a finger into her wet center and press down on her clit with my thumb. Her knees rise, and her hips buck once again.

She’s fucking drenched. Silky smooth. Her body wants me. But her eyes. I read her uncertainty.

Perhaps I’m too tall. Too high above her.

I slide back, grateful I replaced the dainty furniture that had been in this room with oversized leather seating, and replace my fingers with my mouth.

She squirms again.

I lick her seam, lap her. Pulse my fingers inside her.

But where does she respond the best?

Where do her breaths get shallow and rapid? When do her thighs squeeze together like the pleasure is too much?

It’s when I lick her sensitive bundle…and so, that’s what I do. Taking my time. Working her into a frenzy.

Her toes curl, and if it weren’t for my fingers in her channel, I might not be sure, but she comes.

Her closed eyes open, and I kiss the inside of her thigh, hiding my grin.

Fuck, I want her.

I lunge over her, positioning myself at her entrance, ready to thrust.

“Angel.”

I pause, uncertain I heard her. My biceps strain from my weight, holding me suspended in the air. Her fingers find my shoulders, pushing me.

Fuck .

I freeze.

She said Angel.

Did I scare her?

I fall back on my knees. My hand grasps my cock. I just need time.

“You stopped.” She sounds incredulous.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“It’s just…it all happened so quick. It was perfect, and then you were over me.”

“Hey…no worries. I told you. You’re in charge. We don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Her eyes glisten.

“Are you crying?”

Holy fuck, what did I do?

“Sit back.”

I don’t understand.

She slaps a hand against the back of the couch.

“Sit.”

It’s awkward, but I reposition myself, back to the cushion, feet on the floor.

She crawls over me, her thighs cradling mine, and my thumb wipes a tear away.

Her pale teardrop-shaped breasts are inches from me, and I rub my face over her chest. Her fingers tug at my hair, directing me, rubbing my rough jaw over her tender skin.

She lifts up, brushing her wet center over the tip of cock. We both watch her tease, dragging me through her center.

“What do you want?” It takes all my control to refrain from gripping her hips and slamming her down over me.

“Your dick inside me.”

That wasn’t the expected response, but fuck if it isn’t flaming hot.

My fingers dig into the cushion, controlling my urges.

The green of her irises turns bottomless, and her mouth opens as she lowers onto me.

My head falls back, and pin-prick lights swarm as my periphery darkens.

“Your pussy is so goddamn amazing.”

She keeps going. Hot. Wet. Tight.

All on her own.

“That’s it.”

She lifts, pushing off her lower legs, and a whimper escapes.

Then she slams down on me.

“Fuck.”

Her breaths are tight and shallow.

My dick pulses. Stretching her. Filling her.

A tight fit. So fucking good.

The urge to take over is so fucking strong. To claim. To ensure tomorrow she’s so sore that with every movement she thinks of me.

And why would I want that?

Because I can’t get her out of my head.

What’s fair is fair.

She rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing herself over me, bringing herself to the edge. A fucking wondrous sight to behold.

When her head tilts back, gazing up to the heavens, she pulses around me, and I let myself go.

Do I want more? Do I want to flip her onto her back and drive into her like a wild, rutting animal? Yes, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her.

She collapses against me, and I sit straighter, holding her against my chest, the two of us still joined.

“You listened to me.”

The words are so soft. She presses her lips to my chest, and I tighten my hold.

“I’ll always listen.”

She pulls back. “Was it all right for you?”

I’m still inside her, softening yes, but god, still in her, and she asks that?

I answer her with my lips, and a kiss that sparks another round that’s somehow more intense.