Page 47 of Dangerous Secrets

“Did you miss me?”

Every cell in her body had missed him. “You have no idea.”

Nick leaned in, pressing his entire body against hers. “Oh yeah,” he said softly. “I have an idea.”

His freezing overcoat was a shock against Charity’s bare overheated skin. Her shins, wrists, cheeks. Nick leaned even more heavily against her, shuffling his feet between hers, so she was forced to widen her stance.

He gathered her skirt in his big, cold hands, and started pulling it up, bare knuckles icy against her thighs. Charity clutched the lapels of his overcoat for balance.

She didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t. Everything in her was concentrated inward, on all the sensations evoked by his heavy, strong, cold body.

The heat burning her up inside and the contrasting chill against her skin. The soft cashmere of the coat contrasting with the roughness of his hands.

Her skirt started hiking up and she could feel the cold of his clothes against her thighs.

He was pressing against her so hard now that she could feel his erection through the layers of clothes, hers and his. He was huge.

She gave a half-laugh. “You were thinking about this.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Oh yeah,” he breathed.

Charity shifted a little, brushing her mound against the erection, feeling it grow even longer, thicker. Oh God, this was so exciting!

“You were—” She took a deep breath as he nipped at the skin behind her ear. “You were thinking about this in thesnow?”

His nose was in her hair, mouth against her ear. Charity could actually feel his breath break when he discovered she was wearing thigh-highs. His hand froze as his penis leaped against her.

She’d put them on this morning, knowing she’d be cold when she left the library, but also knowing it would excite him when they got home.

It never ever occurred to her that he’d discover them in thelibrary!

“God.” His hands found the bare skin between the tops of the stockings and her panties. They were warmer now. Not even a Vermont winter could keep Nick cold for long. “You wore these to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

“Mmm.” Actually, yes.

His hand cupped her, middle finger pressing lightly, the silk a thin layer against her opening and she shuddered, the movement evoking another surge from him against her.

“For the record, it’s working.”

He kept his hand there, warm now, hot even. Just the pressure of his hand against her made her thighs clench.

He was kissing her now, slow, deep kisses, licking her tongue, her teeth in slow movements, echoed by his hand against her, stroking slowly.

She felt him everywhere, pressing against her, smelling of snow and pine and Nick. Then the smell of sex bloomed in the room after he unzipped his pants, the sound soft in the dusty room, as his penis sprang out.

Charity wanted to open her eyes and see him. She loved the sight of it—a hard column with thick veins in an unruly nest of curly black hair. But her eyes wouldn’t open, not while he kissed her so deeply.

Nick pried her right hand away from his coat and curled it around him. She couldn’t see him but boy, she could feel him. Everything about him tightened when she touched him. His penis became, impossibly, even longer and thicker. His heart beat hard and fast, and she could feel the heartbeat, right therein her hand. Her thumb covered the huge, rounded head and he wept for her, too.

Such power, she had.

Then Nick tugged sharply, tearing her panties right off, and his finger slid inside her and she gasped, legs trembling. Oh God, he had power, too.

His finger stretched her, mimicking the movements of his tongue in her mouth and she whimpered.

The smell of sex was suddenly stronger in the air—her arousal and his. He’d touched her for only a minute, but she was soft and wet. His finger penetrated with ease. She’d been thinking about him all day. And all day her body had been primed for this.

Nick withdrew his finger, running the tip around her opening, preparing her.

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