Page 59 of Forever With You

“Nothing.” Heat turned my blood to lava. “I didn’t expect anyone last night.”

His fingers slowly ventured south as he used his knee to nudge my legs apart. “So you’re like this when you’re home alone? No panties.”

“Mostly.” My breath caught as the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive nub.

“Damn. I’m not going to ever forget that.”

I started to respond, but then he cupped me and all thoughts vanished. His fingers trailed lightly between my legs, moving back and forth in a languid manner that curled my toes. My breathing constricted.

“You’re so soft here. I think it’s the only part of you that is.”

I wanted to tell him that wasn’t the case. That I was a big fuzzy ball of fluff when it really came down to it, but one finger grew bold, slipping inside me. My hips arched, taking him deeper, and his answering groan sent another flash of heat through me.

His finger began to move through the wetness, slow and steady, taking his time, and my hips chased the shallow movements. A breathy moan escaped me as he added another finger, gently stretching me. I grabbed at him, curling my fingers around his wrist. Tension built and coiled in the pit of my stomach.

Nick twisted his hand so that his palm pressed against the bundle of nerves, wringing a gasp out of me.

“Oh God,” I whispered. Muscles clenched.

“That’s it.” His voice was thick, needy. “I can feel you.”

The pace of his fingers picked up, going deeper and faster, and that tension continued to coil until the pressure shattered, whipping darts of pleasure through me. My cries were throaty and my hips came clear off the couch as the release burst into tiny aftershocks.

Nick stayed with me, knowing exactly when to slow his fingers, and when he eased them out of me, I watched him, utterly spent and dazed, my muscles nothing more than goo as he lifted those fingers to his mouth.

Holy crap.

A whole new wave of lust slammed into me as those fingers popped out. “Best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

Rolling onto my side, I reached for the bulge that had been pressing against my thigh this entire time, but he reached down, catching my wrist. My eyes widened. “You’re going to stop me?”

His expression tensed. “As much as I’m going to hate myself for this, I’m going to have to.”

“Why? You had your breakfast. I want mine.”

Nick’s brows rose.

“Protein shake,” I said, and my lips twitched.

A shock of laughter roared out of him. “Holy shit. You went there.”

“I did.” I tried to reach him again, but his grip tightened.

He let out a short breath. “What time do you have to go to work?”

At first I didn’t understand why in the hell he’d bring up that question, but then it struck me. The bliss faded. “Oh my God.” I jerked back and jackknifed into a sitting position. My gaze zeroed in on the clock. “Holy shit! I need to get ready.”

“Thought you needed your protein shake?”

I shot him a look as I lurched to my feet and thankfully didn’t tumble over. “That protein shake is going to have to wait.”

Nick stretched out, throwing his arms above his head as he eyed me from his reclined position. For a moment I couldn’t move as I stared down at him. A very irresponsible part of me wanted to say screw it and literally screw it, but I couldn’t. I backed away.

“Maybe later?” he offered, eyes hooded.

I drew in a shallow breath. “Definitely later.”

Chapter 17

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