Page 2 of Wilde In His Arms

Did Nick know she loved him?

Probably not.They didn’t talk about such things.

She knew he cared about her.He couldn’t fake that in bed.He wasn’t using her.He genuinely enjoyed being with her.And she felt the same about him.But being the person who gave him comfort and connection and orgasms didn’t fulfill her desire to be someone’s everything.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”Those words burst out of Nick’s mouth the second she opened the door and took in his rumpled thermal long-sleeve shirt, black jeans, scuffed work boots, and the shiny badge at his waist.He wasn’t wearing his gun, but she bet he had it locked up in his car.

And if he was wearing the badge, she bet he was here for work, not necessarily just to see her.Which made this a happy (mostly) coincidence, or something.

She wasn’t really fully awake or thinking clearly with her hormones on a rampage, begging for her to drag him to her bed.

And, oh yeah, why would his being here make her mad?

“Um…good morning.”She scratched her head and wondered if her long, dark hair was as messy as it felt.

Nick stepped close, cupped her cheek in one hand, and kissed her softly.“Morning.You look good enough to eat and I’m so hungry.”Nick looked her up and down, then backed her into her living space above the bar, kicking the door shut, his eyes devouring her from head to toe in her simple black tank top and purple lace-trimmed panties.

He bent his knees, wrapped his arms around her back, lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her like he would never stop.He walked them to her bed on the other side of the apartment, kneeled on the edge of the bed, then fell forward with her.They hit the mattress with a bounce, Nick making sure he didn’t crush her by taking most of his weight on his forearms as his impressive erection pressed against her soft center.“Fuck.You feel good.”He rubbed his long length against her soft folds, making them both groan with pleasure.

In between kisses she asked, “What are you doing here?”

He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting in her mouth in time to the way he rocked his cock against her.“Last night,” he said between deep, penetrating kisses.Then he lifted his head and looked down at her.“Your sister was kidnapped.”

“What!”Aria gasped, her eyes going wide, as she attempted to jump up and go find her sister, even though she didn’t even know which one.

Nick held her down beneath him.“Melody is fine.I swear it.She’s in the hospital.Just for observation,” he added quickly, kissing her forehead, her cheek.“She’s asleep right now.You can see her in a couple of hours.”

He paused, searching her eyes.“Until then, be here with me?”He kissed her again.“Please.”That really did sound like he was begging.“I need you so much.”He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers.“Then I’ll tell you everything.”He dove back in for another kiss as Aria tried to wrap her head around everything he’d just said through the haze of lust and need he made her feel as he trailed kisses down her neck and chest to her breasts, where he sucked her tight nipple into his mouth over her tank.

“Nick.Please.”She wasn’t sure what she was begging for at the moment.More information about her sister, or more of his mouth.Both.

He looked up at her from between her legs.“You and me now.Talk later.I swear she’s safe and okay.”

She gave in the second he tore her panties down her legs, then dove into her pussy with his tongue like a man on a mission.And the only thing he seemed to want was her writhing on the bed.She could get behind that, knowing he’d never lie about her sister’s condition.She sank her fingers into his golden hair, holding him to her as he licked and sucked her clit exactly the way she liked it.

He slid one finger, then two into her wet channel, stroking her as he circled her clit with his tongue, once, twice, and then setting off the orgasm he’d so masterfully built inside her.

And he wasn’t done.He shucked off all his clothes, tossing them to the floor, and she recovered enough to enjoy the show as he revealed every chiseled muscle in his shoulders, arms, chest, and abs.That V leading to his groin always made her mouth water.And his thick, hard cock made her pussy clench, like it couldn’t wait to be wrapped around him.

She didn’t want to give that up.

She didn’t want to givehimup.

But he’d made it clear his job came first.He was here now, but she knew he’d be leaving again.So she’d hold on to him and this moment as long as she could.

He pulled her tank over her head, then planted his hands on either side of her shoulders and looked down at her, his eyes filled with appreciation and desire.“God, I’ve missed you.”He gently ran his fingertips down her sternum and between her breasts as he watched his fingertips glide over her skin.“I think about you all the time.You’re a distraction and my every fantasy.”

She gaped at him.“You think about me?”

His head snapped up and his hazel eyes met hers.“Yes.Always.”

Yet he hadn’t texted or called in sixteen days.

He quirked up an eyebrow.“Don’t you think about me?”

She met his gaze and gave him the truth.“I try not to.It makes me sad you’re not here.”Still, she thought about him all the time, which made her sad all the time because he wasn’t here.But she didn’t tell him that.

“Let’s make the most of our time together right now.”

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