Page 29 of Canvas of Lies
Dimly, I realized he still wore his towel, but when his palm roamed up the back of my thigh and around to cup the dark blonde curls between my legs, I promptly forgot everything else.
“Oh, Kitten,” he groaned against my mouth. “So hot. So fucking wet. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this?”
I arched beneath him as his fingers parted my folds, stroked and circled until I was panting with need, then he slid one thick finger slowly into me. Why we’d both been wasting time dreaming about this separately instead of experiencing it together, Ihad no clue, but he was clearly not waiting for a verbal answer, since his teeth were now busy nipping at my lower lip.
In no time at all, I was sure he’d learned every intimate inch of me. His fingers, long and capable, teased and toyed, stroked and filled me until I writhed impatiently under him. All I could manage was a frantic whimper and a desperate tug at the towel between us.
Nico laughed, drew back until he stood at the side of the bed gazing down at me, and flung the towel to the floor. Flushed and breathless, I watched his eyes travel over me from head to toe and back again even as mine did the same to him.
“You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely, shaking his head slightly as though he couldn’t believe his luck.
Slowly, he crawled back up my body, running his hands over my calves, catching the back of my knees to spread my legs wider. He paused halfway up, trailing his lips along the inner face of my thigh. When his tongue made the same exploration as his fingers, I choked out a strangled sound and my hips bucked off the bed.
His hands anchored me, holding me steady, but he’d brought me so close to the edge already that it only took a few focused sweeps of his tongue over my clit before I shattered against his mouth.
“Oh,” I gasped, clutching one hand to my heart. “Oh, sweet lord. That mouth should be outlawed for thesafety of humankind.”
He pressed a laughing kiss to my hip bone and cocked his head up at me, looking altogether too pleased with himself. “You liked that, did you?”
I lifted my head to glare at him, then collapsed back onto the bed. “When you said you were a man of many talents, I didn’t realize this was one of them or I would never have let you out of bed this morning. That would’ve saved us both a lot of trouble, you know.”
His expression was one of pure satisfaction, along with more than a hint of smugness. He’d just settled beside me when my hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock.
“I wantthis, Nico,” I said pointedly.
He bit back a groan as my hand stroked firmly, just once, then I released him as my eyes shot to his face.
“Christ, what is it?” he asked hoarsely. “What’s wrong?”
“You do have condoms out here in the middle of nowhere, right?”
“I do, yes, but I don’t want you to think it’s because I planned for this to happen,” he said, rolling away again to grab them from one of the dresser drawers.
I turned onto my side, propping my head on one hand to watch him move across the room. Damn, but he looked good naked.
“You just happen to have them on hand for all the orgies you’ve been hosting out here in the boonies?” He shot me a sharp glance, as though trying to determine if I was serious, so Igave a slow smile. “Just teasing. I’ve been told it’s all part of the fun, you know.”
Nico tossed the unopened box of condoms onto the bedside table and leapt onto the bed, landing so I bounced right into him. He caught me, buried his face in my neck, and blew a raspberry against my skin.
“Okay, okay! I surrender,” I yelped, laughing. I locked my fingers in his hair and drew him to me. “But I’ve had enough teasing.”
The words came out sultry, breathless. He kissed me, deep and thorough, while his hand stroked down over my hip before reaching for a condom. I snatched it from his fingers, opened the package, and rolled it along his thick length, aware of every hitch in his breath along the way.
“Well, then,” he murmured. “Far be it from me to contradict you.”
He swirled his tongue over one nipple, then the other, humming at the soft sounds I couldn’t possibly hold back. When I shifted restlessly beneath him, he settled himself between my legs and watched my face as he entered me with one long, slow thrust.
My lips parted on a sigh, then I hooked my ankles around his waist and threaded my fingers through his hair. With his eyes, dark as midnight and veiled under long lashes, focused completely on me, I felt like a goddess welcoming a supplicant.
Nico seemed more than happy to worship my body. It took every reserve of my self-control to let him set the pace, to resistthe urge to hurry him along. For an instant, he stayed buried deep, his gaze stroking over my face.
Slowly, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting home again. Every gasp, every moan, every purr that fell from my lips or rumbled low in my throat only served to make him seem more determined to prolong this.
I was drowning, or floating, or quite possibly both. The sensations he inspired both anchored me and guided me upward to another plane. I let him sweep me along as I clutched at his arms, dug my fingers into his shoulders, panted and writhed and marveled at his unending stamina and patience.
For his part, Nico seemed to be holding on by a thread, determined to wait until I hit another peak. When I whimpered against his lips, he must have known I was close. He gave two more slow, deep thrusts, then raised himself up on one elbow.
“Let go, Kitten. Come for me again,” he whispered, adjusting the angle of his hips so he could reach a hand between us.
