Page 18 of Her Last Hope
He nodded. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I was kind of turned on when you jumped me in the bathroom.”
“That was really hot.” He winked. “We have a few hours to kill while we wait around for everything and everyone to get into place.”
“Here? Now?” Her panties moistened as he pressed against her. All her nerve endings went up in flames. “Aren’t there people watching us?”
“Not inside the house.” He frowned. Pressing his hands on the sofa, he lifted his chest up. “I’m sorry, this wasn’t appropriate.”
“Fuck appropriate,” she muttered, wrapping her legs around his muscular ass. “This is a one-time thing.”
“That’s all I’ve got to give you.”
“That’s all I want,” she said, and her nipples tightened. “I should warn you that I haven’t had sex with anything other than my own fingers or vibrator—”
He covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue inside, swirling his everywhere. Her nipples puckered against her bra, the fabric making them so hard it felt like they were on fire.
Kneeling, he kept the lustful kiss going as he scooped her up in his arms.
“Whoa…what are you doing?”
“I can’t fuck you properly on that sofa, so I’m taking you to the bedroom.”
She found his bluntness endearing. “I can walk.” Being a little bit on the heavy side, men didn’t carry her often, but Nick seemed to manage her as if she were a stack of feathers.
“When I’m done with you, walking might be a problem.”
“I hope that’s a promise.” She pressed her lips on his ear, sucking his earlobe into her mouth.
He hissed as he kicked open the door to one of the bedrooms. Setting her feet down on the floor, he held her hips, staring into her eyes.
Her chest heaved up and down with each sharp breath. A combination of masculine musk and fresh soap smacked her nostrils, sending a tingle through her body. Until Kent, she hadn’t been comfortable being naked in front of a man. Every lover she’d had before him somehow managed to make her feel as though her body imperfections made her less of a sensual woman. Most of the men hadn’t meant to cause her feelings of insecurity, but their poor choice of words and actions left her feeling anything but sexy.
Kent made her feel as though she were the most perfect woman in the world, and not just physically.
The way Nick looked her over with his lust-filled eyes, licking his lips, spread a hot sizzle across her skin,igniting a passion so deep it rocked her soul. She swallowed as his palms cupped her breasts before his fingers magically unbuttoned her blouse.
With both his palms holding her breasts, he leaned over and kissed her neck. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her fingers dancing across his firm muscles. She tipped her head to the side, letting out a soft moan as he unfastened the front clasp of her bra.
His soft, moist lips kissed her nipple gently before he swirled his tongue over it, rolling and twisting the sensitive nub.
She clutched his head, running her fingers through his light-brown hair, watching him toy with her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this alive. Her heart beat so fast, she couldn’t catch her breath.
He kissed his way down to the top of her skirt, his hands kneading her ass under the fabric. All she could think about was shoving his face between her legs, throwing one leg over his shoulder.
She shuddered.
The tearing of her zipper sent a warm tingle over her nerves. As he rolled her skirt down over her hips, a combination of fear and passion filled her mind. She stood there naked, in front of a man. A man who wasn’t her husband. A man she should feel guilty about being with but didn’t. Not one bit.
The way Nick kissed her inner thigh overwhelmed her. The thought she could actually like the man behind the lips sent her heart pounding erratically.
When he looked up at her, locking gazes, she gasped. His intense stare filled her with hot desire.
And maybe something akin to caring. No, just strong mutual appreciation. They shared a common pain. They had bonded on that level.
And they were hot for each other.
But that was it.
