Page 14 of I Dream of Danger
“Uncomfortable,” she gasped. “Bed.”
His head jerked in a nod. “Right.”
And then he flew. In a second, they were in her bedroom and he was setting her down on her feet though her legs would barely hold her.
Elle held onto Nick as you’d hold onto a log in a raging river. He bent on one knee, as a knight does to his lady. She was immensely touched, reaching out to lay her hand on his head, fingers digging into his scalp. His hair was so dark the warmth came as a shock.
From this angle, looking down at him, he was foreshortened, like an art manual on perspective. He was all dark lashes, high cheekbones, sexy stubble. Insanely broad shoulders and huge hands which were—oh. She smiled to herself, at her whimsy that he’d fallen to his knees before her. Nope. He was unlacing her boots and sliding them off, first the left then the right. She braced herself on his shoulders as he lifted her feet, fingers digging into the solid muscle. Even this was thrilling.
Boots off, Nick rose, so close to her she had to tilt her head back to look in his eyes. With the thrill of possession, she held his rib cage while he swiftly unbuttoned her thin sweater. With a swipe of his big hands it fell off her shoulders. He reached around and unhooked her bra, and she leaned into him, just to feel those heavenly muscles against her.
“Let go of me,” he muttered, as he worked her pants and panties down off her backside. Let go of him? Never! She’d just found him again, so why?—
Oh.
Elle let go of Nick, and sweater and bra simply slid to the floor, as did pants and panties. He lifted her effortlessly and she kicked her clothes off and away. He held her around the waist with one strong arm and reached down to pull her wool socks off. There was a hole in one sock but he wasn’t looking at her feet, he was looking at her face.
She was now naked. The first time she’d ever been naked with a man. There was no heat on…she should be cold, but there was no question of feeling cold, not with Nick looking at her like that.
“God.” His jaw muscles clenched as he looked her up and down, slowly. “You’re beautiful.”
She didn’t look down at herself, she knew what she looked like. “Am I, Nick?” she asked softly, watching his eyes.
“Oh, yeah.” He nodded his head in a quick jerk. “Get under the covers, it’s cold in here.”
Standing so close to him was like standing next to a man-high radiator, but under the covers meant the bed, and getting in bed meant they were going to make love, so she obediently pulled back the bedclothes and slid in.
And oh, he was stripping fast and he was just so beautiful he seemed unreal. She couldn’t even tell what clothes he had on, really. Whatever he was wearing was dark and it all drifted to the ground, and then he turned and she had a view of him, full on, so heartbreakingly beautiful she nearly closed her eyes.
He’d grown a few inches and had put on a lot of pounds and it was all muscle. He was so finely built, exactly what she imagined a man should look like. A perfect man. Broad, thick shoulders, lean waist, long, strong legs. The vee of hard tendons running from belt level to the groin.
It looked like his penis weighed several pounds all on its own. It was fascinating, long and thick and upright, dark-tan with a dark-red tip shiny with his juice.
Even more fascinating, when her gaze drifted down from his face, over his chest, to fix on his penis, it swelled even larger. Oh my God. Just her looking at him aroused him!
It was huge, lying almost flat against his belly. She could see his heartbeat there.
This was pure magic, something so extraordinary she hadn’t even thought to dream it. How on earth could she have known it was like this? How could she have guessed that it would feel like this?
Two kinds of heat—one slipping through her veins like a flow of warm honey, and the other, almost painful, a prickly heat flashing over her skin. And her breasts and her sex—they felt like sources of heat themselves. Hot and swollen and in the case of her sex, wet.
Her eyes drifted back up Nick’s body and fixed on his face. He looked serious, almost grim, narrow-eyed, unsmiling, a muscle twitching in his jaw. If a thousand books hadn’t told her that a man’s erection spelled pleasure, she would have thought he was in pain.
Well, she sure wasn’t in pain. This was, hands down, the most glorious moment of her life. It was as if pain had been banished from the world and only pleasure existed.
She pulled her hand out from the covers, astonished that it didn’t feel cold. Cold had been banished from the world, too. She curled her fingers in the universal come here gesture.
Just in case he didn’t get it, she said the words. “Come to me, Nick.”
Her words seemed to release him from some invisible bonds. In a second, he was slipping on top of her under the covers and oh, she nearly fainted from the sensory overload. He felt so damned good. It was all so new and so incredibly enticing. The heavy weight of him, the rough hairs sliding against her skin, the hard muscles. Elle didn’t know what to do but her body did, without any help from her.
Her body just naturally opened to him, in every way possible. It offered itself to him, naturally, as if it had been born to do this with Nick. Her mouth was already open when he bent, smiling, to kiss her, a heated, deep kiss that melted her bones. Her back arched, so her breasts were crushed against the cut pectorals of his chest, the rough chest hair tickling her breasts. Her legs slid apart, lifting slightly, the inside of her thighs hugging his lean hips. The wiry black hairs around his penis felt harsh in contrast to the velvety smoothness of his penis. She was open completely to him there, feeling empty, wanting him to fill her, and then there he was, sliding into her, so hot and hard, and there was pain, yes, but life was pain and joy, she knew that, but there he was, inside her, and this was Nick. Nick inside her and it felt so wonderful tears gathered in her eyes.
But then the wonder stopped because Nick withdrew from her, pulled out, pulled away, and instead of there being heat and strength against her entire body there was nothing but cold and emptiness.
It was shocking. All of a sudden she was freezing, bereft. Trembling.
He was sitting up, the noise of the sheets shifting loud in the silence of the room.
