Page 84 of I Dream of Danger
“How did you manage to make the walls disappear?” Because that was a bit much, even for Nick. Even for Haven.
“They didn’t disappear. They turned into monitors. What you’re seeing comes from remote cameras we have ringing Haven. It’s one specific spot, one of my favorites. But later we’ll program it to other spots you might like. This scene is real time, but we could show a recording. Sunrise or sunset.” His hand found her core, one rough finger circling her opening. Her head fell back against his shoulder. “Anything you want, honey.”
“Oh God, Nick.”
“Yeah? Is this what you want?” One big finger slid inside her and she shuddered. Ten minutes ago, if anyone had asked her, she’d have said she wasn’t up for sex. Too tired, too tense, too scared. But that was then and this was now. All her troubles and worries coalesced somewhere outside her. Maybe swirling in that glorious landscape outside. They were still there, but far away. They’d come back of course, but for now, she was concentrated on her body. On the feel of a naked Nick against her back, his finger stroking heat inside her.
He bit her. Lightly. Not enough to hurt but certainly enough to galvanize her, like a jolt of electricity. She broke out in goosebumps and could feel her sex become wet, more open to him.
“That’s right honey,” he murmured directly in her ear and she shivered. “Think about this. Think about me doing this to you.” The finger slid in deeper, slid out, slid even further in. “Don’t think of anything but this.”
“Speaking of thinking…”
She jumped when his thumb circled her clitoris and his hold on her tightened. She could feel his erect penis against her back, but he made no move to enter her. Just held her and touched her and bit her and licked her, all the while his finger moving in her now-slick folds with a light sucking sound, and everything she was, all her senses swirled inward in an ever-tightening circle until with one last stroke of his thumb she fell over the edge, tightening around him endlessly as her climax took over.
“Oh,” she sighed.
“Thinking what?” That deep voice in her ear. She shivered.
“What?”
“Thinking. You said speaking of thinking…”
Mmm. Thinking. Now that was a pointless activity right now, when every cell in her body felt replete and swollen. She sighed again.
Nick nudged her shoulder with his. “You were going to say something.”
“I was. I got distracted.”
“Focus.”
Focus. Easier said than done while he was cupping her breast. But the thought had been important…“Oh.”
“Yeah?”
She turned to face him, placing a hand against his cheek. The slight bristle of stubble tickled her hand. “I should shave.”
“Yes, you should, but that’s not what I wanted to say. Catherine told me that she suspected that sex, really really good sex, which I gathered is the kind she and Mac have, increases her power. That she thinks sex made her slightly telepathic, more so with Mac.”
The smile broadened. “Sex, huh?”
“Really, really good sex,” she said primly.
“We’ll see about that.” Nick slid out from behind her, turned her over. He kissed her, endlessly, one hand cupping her head, the other stroking her sex. She was very wet, almost embarrassingly so. He circled her with his finger, dipped into her. She was almost hyper-aroused from the climax. The feel of his rough finger against her sensitive tissues was almost electric in its intensity.
He took his hand away, but before she could object, he curled her hand around his erection. Oh God. It felt so good. Hard and hot, yet the skin was almost velvety. She pumped her hand up and down, feeling the effect on him. His breathing speeded up, his mouth bit at hers, the hard muscles of his back became even harder.
“Put me in you,” he whispered in her mouth.
Elle shifted, opened her legs further, brought him to her and nearly cried out as he slid into her, hot and hard and deep. They both stilled for a moment, as if moving would be sensory overkill.
Nick raised his torso up on his forearms and watched her eyes as he started moving in her. Slowly at first, watching every inch of her face as she watched his. How wonderful to watch him, to see the pleasure she gave him while feeling the slow honey of the pleasure he gave her. She locked her ankles in the small of his back, loving the feeling of his hard, thick muscles moving against her, in her.
She moved to kiss his sweaty shoulder, eyes closed. I love you so much, Nick, she thought, and he suddenly stilled.
She opened her eyes to find his face slack with shock. His eyes glowed with an eerie light, skin tight across his cheekbones, neck tendons taut with tension.
“I love you too, Elle,” he said. She brought her hand to her mouth in shock.
