Page 79 of Hold Me Today

Heat curls through me, and I lose every inhibition.

I push back, greedy for the way he makes me feel. Sweat beads on my brow. My thighs cramp from the bent-over position he’s folded me in. My breasts, unbound by a bra, small as they are, sway with the force of his hips.

It’s divine.

Raw as hell.

And utterly perfect.

Throat tight, I cry out his name. “I’m so close. Please—”

My fingers dive between my legs, needing that direct bit of stimulation to throw me over the edge—but Nick bats my hand out of the way. I’m so wet that when he fingers the tight nub at the hood of my sex, they slip. His breathing audibly hitches as he goes back for more, circling, faster and faster, as his thrusts pick up speed.

I hear nothing but the slap of his hips meeting mine, the sound of our groans as we teeter on the verge of orgasm.

“Come all over my cock,koukla. Fuck,yes. . . just like that.”

My inner walls clamp down on his hard-on. His fingers apply more pressure until I’m so fired up, so strung tight, that I have no choice but to do what he says. I come on a cry, my legs spasming as I struggle to keep up on my feet. It’s a futile battle, one that Nick rectifies by bolstering me up with his arm banded around my stomach.

He plows forward, that big cock of his hitting me in all the right ways, until he gives me the slice of knowledge I’ve wanted to know since my teenage years when I used to slip my fingers under my panties and get off at the thought of him—with one, masculine groan, he disproves every hypothesis I ever had about him coming silently.

His hands sweep over my back, and he bends over far enough to kiss me right between my shoulder spines.

“I think I died,” I whisper.

“That good, huh?” He’s all smug masculinity when he playfully slaps my ass. “Tell me you saw the pearly gates of heaven the minute you came.”

Laughter climbs my throat. “Your ego, Nick.”

“It’s almost as big as The Great One.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

I don’t,I tell myself.I really, really don’t. Yeah, I don’t believe myself either.

Nick gently pulls out of me, and with a casually asked, “Bathroom?” we both hurry for the half-bath just off the parlor. I shoo him out while I pee, and Nick doesn’t even blush when he cleans himself off in front of me.

Men. No shame whatsoever.

Washing my hands, I watch as he leans a hip up against the bathroom counter. He studies me avidly, his gray eyes flitting over my legs and my hips and my breasts. “I don’t regret any of tonight. I need you to know that.”

My heart hiccups. “I don’t either.”

With a satisfied grin, he nods his chin toward my body. “Tattoo reveal time.”

Nerves spring to life in my belly. “Yeah, okay.” I hope he loves what I chose for him. Earlier tonight, I was so confident that he would, but now, standing here naked with him, I worry. If he hates it, it’s going to be one heck of a painful removal process. I gulp audibly, and then reach for the clear tape binding the bandage to my chest.

“Let me,” Nick says, interrupting my hands with his own. With his head ducked, a mask of concentration falls over his face. I stand, back straight, as he works to carefully remove each bandage from under my boobs. Already the soreness from the needle has worn off—for me, at least—and I hold my breath as one bandage lands on the counter. “We’ll look at the same time.Naí?”

The second bandage lands on the floor, and we leave it there.

“Do me now.”

I quirk my lips at the innuendo in his words but get to work unwrapping him. “Eyes on me, Stamos,” I warn playfully.

“Trust me,koukla,” he murmurs with heat, “I’m not lookin’ anywhere else unless I have to.”

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