Page 77 of Hold Me Today

And then, as if to prove a point, his finger collides with my clit and Iquiver.

“Oh, my God.”

My vision goes blurry around the edges as he rubs in small, little circles. My balled fists on the island go flat, as though I can ground my very being through my fingertips. Nick doesn’t hasten the tempo of those circles. Like his kiss earlier in the car, he goes slow, every move measured and drawn out to make me beg for more.

And I beg, shamelessly.

In the way that I grind my hips down over those magic fingers, seeking more, seeking anything he can give me. He increases the pressure just enough for me to rise up on my toes. Electric. That’s how his touch feels, like I’ve jabbed my finger into an outlet just for shits and giggles.

It twines through my limbs, and I’m keenly aware of my knees trembling.

I dart out one hand, clasping his that’s still gripping the island, and I squeeze. A silent plea.

“Say it.” His stubble scratches my throat as he drops his mouth to the place where my pulse pounds madly. “Tell me what you want, Ermione.”

I’ve never been shy.

Insecure, yes.

But never shy.

Until now.Until a Greek Adonis finally looked my way and hurled my carefully planned out life straight into the flickering flames of want, need, lust.

My lips part. “You.” I swallow, thickly, then glance down. At the way he’s anchored my ass to his groin with an arm wrapped around my hips. Those fingers play me like a finely tuned instrument . . . or a piece of wood he’s molded and created into something beautiful. His fingers glisten with my wetness, and it’s both the most obscene and sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Any way I can have you.”

I cry out as he plunges that one finger deep inside me.

“You’re gonna have me,koukla.” Another finger enters me on the second thrust, and I’m so tight—it’s been so damn long that I’ve thought about anything butAgape—that my head falls forward as I suck in a heavy breath. “My tongue on your clit,” he edges out, his fingers curling to hit me just right, “my cock in your pussy.” I feel myself tighten around his fingers, and a rough laugh rumbles deep in his chest. “You like that, huh? The visual or the way I’m fucking you with my fingers?”

“I’m not the only one around here with a smart mouth.”

He curls his fingers again.

“Both,” I whimper, giving him his answer. “Do it again. Please.”

His fingers leave my sex, and I nearly whimper again at the loss. Except that he doesn’t leave me hanging. He grabs the hem of my sweater and gently pulls it up and over my head, then does the same with his T-shirt. Immediately my eyes dart to the white bandage covering his new tattoo. His skin is still pink from the abrasion of the needle, and I’m sure the same can be said for mine.

Pink or not, though, there’s no stopping me from looking at his gorgeous torso. Greek words are etched into skin—the quote I noticed earlier—and then I’m seeing nothing but hard pecs and even harder, finely ridged abdominal muscles.

A whole whopping eight because a man like Nick would never be satisfied with a measly six.

“I was right,” I breathe out.

Big hands go to my ass, where he boosts me up onto the kitchen island. “About?”

“You look like a statue. One of those finely chiseled ones that stand sentry at every museum known to man.” I’m naked, save for my pretty-much-useless bra, but not even that can keep me from running my gaze over his body and that drool-worthyVleading down into his jeans. God bless construction jobs.

He pops the brass button. “You talking about the ones with the appropriately placed leaves?”

I make a noise of agreement in the back of my throat. “The very ones.”

Nick shucks his jeans, and his cock proudly bobs free. “I’m gonna need a big leaf.”

Talk about the understatement of the year. I can’t tear my gaze away. “Raphia regalis,” I hear myself mutter.

“Thewhat?”

I flick my attention up to his gorgeous face and all that messy, dark hair. “It’s a species of palm tree. Biggest leaf in the world. I saw it onJeopardy.”

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