Page 69 of I Dream of Danger
Elle’s gaze rested thoughtfully on everything in the room, taking in the luxurious feel of it. Finally her light-blue gaze rested on him.
“You,” she said. Nick couldn’t figure out the tone of her voice. One thing for sure, though. It wasn’t enthusiasm he was hearing.
He leaned forward in his chair, placing a hand on the mattress. “Me.”
There was maybe half a foot between them, but it felt like oceans, like whole valleys and planets were between them. Nick couldn’t stand it for one second longer. Talking things over would come later. The words would only confirm what already was.
She was his. He was hers.
He leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers.
He could taste the surprise. Now he wanted to taste the heat. He’d been a good boy, he’d waited. He’d fed her, let her sleep. But the control was fraying, because just watching her sleep, he’d wanted her like his next breath. He leaned against her fully, bringing her arms up and around his neck. She resisted, but he kissed her harder and felt the exact precise moment when her resistance broke. She tightened her arms around his neck, nearly choking him, and lifted herself up into him so her breasts rubbed against him.
Oh yeah.
He ate at her mouth, pressed against her harder and felt his mind blur. There was no strategy now in his movements, no feeling his way forward. His body took over completely. He hadn’t been celibate these past ten years, but it felt like it.
He panted as he pulled her tee shirt up and off, then unzipped himself. He slid under the covers and shifted her leg with his hand—remembering clearly how soft she felt—and his rock-hard dick found its unerring way inside her. He pushed hard, mind blasted by all that softness and heat and…stopped.
“Oh God,” he wheezed. There was barely enough oxygen to breathe, not much making it to his head, but what he was feeling was unmistakable.
Buried deeply inside her, Nick lifted his head and looked down. So beautiful, like an otherworldly creature, an eye magnet for men and yet…
He moved his hips forward, as if testing her.
“No one else has been here.” Nick stared into Elle’s pale-blue eyes as he said this, and her eyes flared. “No one, ever, has been here but me.”
Her mouth opened and closed. There was no way for her to lie, because her face, her eyes, her whole body was open to him.
It was too much. His hips started hammering against her, lifting her with each stroke, and he could feel her emotions pounding inside her, finding release in the sex. It was fast and hard and intense and couldn’t last, and it didn’t. One last stroke that drove her almost to the headboard, and he started coming like a train, moving hard inside her all the while, coming in hot pulses that felt like his spinal cord had liquified and found its way to his dick.
And at the very last minute, when he was crushing her against the mattress, head down on her shoulder, sweat coating his body, he felt it. That sweet little sex, clenching around him in white hot pulses, milking him. Oh God, yes.
At the end they lay there, plastered together, Nick still panting.
Elle punched him in the shoulder and burst into tears.
“Shh, shh.” Nick kissed her neck, that soft spot behind her ear. Her mouth, briefly, because she punched even harder when he kissed her lips. “No, honey, no.”
He settled more deeply against her. He’d lost part of his erection. The days in which he could come two, three times in a row were gone. But his dick didn’t want to leave her in any way, so there was enough blood in it to stay in her.
He was careful not to slip out. Oh no. If he could, he’d stay in her forever.
She was crying silently, head buried in his shoulder, trying to stifle her sobs but failing.
It broke his heart.
He held her close for long minutes, knowing it would be best for her to get most of it out of her system. When she calmed, he eased away so he could look at her. She turned her head away and he gently tilted her face back to his.
Even after crying, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. How could that be? She’d been rescued at the last minute, been hooded and taken to a place she’d never seen before. She’d had the shock of seeing him after ten years. He’d fucked her near to death. She’d had a storm of tears.
And still she looked beautiful. Her eyes didn’t swell, her nose didn’t turn red. The tears simply dried on that pale ivory skin like shards of crystal and oh, it almost hurt to look at her.
He was lying with his entire weight on her, dick still in her. What he had to say required saying not only with words but with his body. He knew that at some primal level she would hear and feel the truth.
“I never left you.”
She was watching him carefully out of those pale-blue eyes. Listening to him. Feeling him. A big lie is told with words, but told with the body, too. Tiny signals of falsehood, many imperceptible. But they were touching each other all over. He was inside her. His body had the stillness of truth.
