Page 46 of Dangerous Secrets

It had been a very slow day at the library. The snow had stopped around noon but the sullen pewter sky promised more, once the temperature dropped towards nightfall. The few people venturing out of their warm houses and offices did so for reasons more pressing than to return a library book.

Coming in this morning had almost been a shock after the intense weekend of sex and intimacy with Nick, the two of them cocooned in her house, closed off from the outside world.

The weekend had changed her, inside and out. She felt like a completely different woman. She even moved like a differentwoman, a woman who’d had more sex in the past 48 hours than in the past eight years.

Everything about her felt different. Every time she moved, she felt her body. And she actuallyfelther vagina. It was a little bit of soreness, yes—he was big, after all—but more than anything else, it was an intense awareness of the area between her thighs. Just amazing. It was a part of her anatomy she never, ever thought about, neatly tucked away up inside her body. Oh, she had the odd tingle reading a hot romance or watching her favorite actors. Brad Pitt would do it every time.

But this was completely different. Shefeltit. All of it, deep inside her body and when she moved, it was as if she could still feel Nick, hard and hot inside her.

Her breasts felt heavy and super-sensitive. She had on a lace bra she’d worn at least fifty times before without even thinking about it. Today, she could feel the pattern of the lace against her breasts, and her nipples rubbed against the bra. Nick sucked her nipples often and they’d become super-sensitized too.

But it wasn’t just a question of her erogenous zones, though of course they’d been revved up beyond anything she’d ever experienced. No, it was odd bits of her body coming to life that surprised her.

Her ankles. There, neat and tidy at the end of her legs. She never thought about them, ever. And yet last night, Nick had kissed them over and over again, saying he’d never seen a prettier pair and ever since then, she caught herself looking down at her ankles and smiling.

Her neck. Wow. That had turned out to be one of her top erogenous zones. Who knew? Nick had somehow known. Every time he put his lips to that one particular spot under her ear, she broke out in goose bumps.

She was thinking about that, about the lazy way he’d licked her neck this morning, while his thumb rubbed over her nipple, when she saw Nick, appearing suddenly out of the icy mist.

She was staring dreamily out the big library window, thinking of him and for a moment, it was almost like a scene out of a movie.

The big, handsome man, black-haired and blue-eyed, tall and strong, striding out from the mist. He walked like a gunslinger, loose and lanky, big heavy coat swirling around his legs, looking right and then left, checking out the situation. He was always intensely aware of his surroundings, more like a sentry or a soldier than a businessman.

Watching him appear out of the mist, for a second she thought—what a looker.And then, in an intense burst of pride, she thought—that looker’s mine. For the time being, ladies, hands off because that one’s mine.

As he crossed the street, Nick looked up and met her gaze and Charity’s breath froze in her chest.

Time slowed, stilled. Her heart beat thickened, sounded loud in her ears. She watched him, utterly unable to move, as he crossed the street. Long-legged strides, hands deep in his overcoat, hatless. He walked directly under the street lamp and his hair shone blue-black in the feeble light.

Each stride was met with an equal thump in her chest as he came closer, closer, never taking his gaze from hers through the big plate glass window of the library.

As Charity watched him watching her, her body automatically readied itself for him. Her skin felt feverish, prickly. Her blood pulsed thickly through her veins, in time with his strides. The muscles in her groin tightened, the muscles in her belly clenched. Her breasts felt hot and swollen, pushing against her bra. She could feel the inner muscles of her sheath softening, growing moist.

Did he know what was happening to her body?

Nick looked grim, jaw muscles clenching, eyes never leaving hers. His eyes were glowing, a mystical cobalt blue that penetrated deep inside her skull.

For a second he disappeared and then he was at the door, pulling it open to let a gust of cold air enter. She welcomed the burst of cold air moving over her skin, cooling it, because when he walked through the door, she felt a blast of internal heat so intense it was like walking in front of a furnace.

Nick didn’t break his stride and he didn’t greet her. He took in the empty library in a glance then took her elbow in his hand, propelling her towards the back.

His grip didn’t hurt but it was unbreakable. Charity found herself scrambling to keep up with him.

They were at the back before she could gather her wits about her.

“Nick? What are you—ah.”

What he was doing became clear as he herded her into the supplies room and locked the door, pocketing the key. There was only a dim 20-watt light bulb high up in the ceiling but it was certainly enough to see his expression by.

Her heart rate kicked up.

Nick advanced slowly and she backed away. Not out of fear but out of excitement at the heat in his eyes. She stopped when her back hit the wall and a second later, Nick’s hands slapped against the wall on either side of her head.

His head moved down as her eyelids drifted closed. Her head fell back, tipped against the wall. She expected one of his bone-melting kisses, but he stopped just before fitting his mouth to hers. She could feel his hot breath washing over her face.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered.

Charity smiled without opening her eyes. “Hello,” she whispered back.

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