Page 6 of Closely Guarded

I hardly have time to whisper a breathless “yes” at Nick’s unasked question before I’m back in his arms, his mouth on mine. We stumble back and into my matchbox of a bedroom, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. The feeling of his hands on the bare skin of my butt is unfamiliar but far from unwelcome as he settles me back to sit down on my rumbled bedspread.

Keeping his eyes on me, Nick peels off his clothes until he’s as naked as I am. The play of hard muscle under tanned skin is so enticing. Suddenly, all I want to do is lick him. Maybe it’s a bit juvenile, but it’s the truth.

Feeling bold, and taking Nick’s stillness as implicit permission to explore, I reach up and brush my fingers across the hard line of his collarbone and down his muscular chest. When my fingernail brushes one of his nipples, Nick shivers and captures my hand in his. “Enough,” he growls softly. A gentle shove and I’m on my back, gazing up at the ceiling as Nick follows me down to the bed.

He covers me with his weight, kissing me with an almost desperate fervor. I feel so safe and surrounded by him. He shifts and I can feel the heavy line of his erection against my thigh. I squirm, heat rising as I think about all the things he could do to me right now. My core tingles as Nick’s mouth moves to my throat and his hands to my ribs, fingers brushing the sides of my breasts. His firm grip makes me feel almost delicate but still… special, safe.

I moan softly and feel Nick chuckle against my sternum before bowing further and running his tongue between the valley of my breasts. One of his hands grabs my hip and the other ever so softly glides down my stomach until its brushing the burls between my legs. I tilt my hips up as much as I can with his weight on me, trying to convey my impatience, my need to get him where I need him. I’ve touched myself before, sure but that’s nothing compared to the feeling of Nick’s firm fingers gliding across my clit. A wordless shout bursts out of me as he works a finger deep inside while his mouth plants kisses across my breasts and throat. The newness of his touch is thrilling and makes me eagerly press down against him, wanting as much as he’ll give me.

Just when I feel like I’m about to come around his fingers, his motions still.

“Please don’t stop,” I pant and clutch at his strong back.

Nick’s fingers resume their dance against me and I can swear that I feel him smirk against the skin of my chest.

“Hey!” I exclaim. Why is he laughing at me?

He pulls his fingers from my body and crawls up until we’re face to face. Just when I think he’s about to say something, he instead laps at the fingers that had just been inside me. I can feel moisture pool between my legs at the sight. “You’re an impatient one,” Nick chuckles. “I thought bakers were supposed to be all about patience.” He punctuates his last word with a nip to my earlobe.

I give up and decide to just beg. “Please!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Nick’s amused words are at odds with the intensity of his gaze as he uses a hard thigh to part my legs and settle between them. He keeps those eyes locked on mine as he eases his cock inside me. The pressure is almost overwhelming, and Nick soothes me with smooth strokes along my thighs and his lips on mine. When I relax, he starts to move.

From that point on, the only thing I really register is such an intense feeling of pleasure and joy. I know that no matter what happens, I’ll remember these moments for the rest of my life.

Chapter 7- Nick

Making love to Claire is nothing like what I expected it to be.

The shy girl from five years ago is long gone. So is the scared young woman from the park today. Now, she’s excited, even curious one could say. I could tell that she was a virgin as soon as we started making out, but that doesn’t hold her back. As we make love, she moves under me with such a grace, like nothing I’ve ever experienced with any of the other women that I’ve slept with.

I haven’t exactly had a lot of steady girlfriends, you could say. I dated a bit in high school but there wasn’t time for relationships once I joined the Air Force. Sure, there were hookups and flings, but nothing meaningful.

Those nights were nothing like it is now, with Claire.

She comes apart underneath me with a soft cry, her head tossed back in ecstasy. I follow her over the edge not even seconds later, collapsing against her chest with a gasp. I know that I should move, but I don’t want to. Claire doesn’t seem to mind our position either, scratching her fingers lightly against my scalp as we catch our breath.

I ease out of her and lay down on my side, wrapping an arm around her waist. Claire’s hair rustles against the pillow as she turns her head to look at me. She’s a vision—her eyes are heavy lidded with pleasure, her mouth and cheeks flushed, and there’s a light gleam of sweat across her throat and chest.

“God, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Did I just say that? I’ll flirt with a woman sure, but such a sappy compliment? That is not like me.

That’s how I know that Claire is truly something special. I mean, I already knew that, but… this feeling that being with her gives me? It makes me want to say all that clichéd shit that I always thought was just words, or just something that you say to get a girl into bed.

Claire ducks her head and bites her lip, cheeks flushed even higher in embarrassed delight. When she glances back up at me, it’s through long, dark eyelashes that cast dancing shadows across her face. “I’ve waited a long time to hear you say that.” Her voice is the faintest of whispers, felt more than heard.

“Wait, really?”

“You didn’t know?” She props herself up on an elbow to better meet my gaze. We’re still lying on top of her bed and the sheets are falling from the mattress. I’m almost distracted from her question by the smooth lines of her bare body. I just had my hands all over her, but I just want to do it again. “Nick!”

“Yeah?”

“You really didn’t know that I’ve had a huge crush on you? For… well, years?”

I didn’t, and I tell her as much. “I saw you at the barbeque at your parents’ house and thought you were so gorgeous, I just had to talk to you. Then I realized the woman I’d been staring at was you, and I knew you.”

Claire looks nervous. “That didn’t make it weird, for you?”

“No… I mean, I already knew what a great person you are. Now I just know you even better. And I’d like to keep getting to know you better…” I trail off and lever myself on top of her.

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