Page 19 of Her Last Hope
“Oh...my…God,” she whispered as his tongue slid between her legs.
Gently, he pushed her onto the bed. His fingers and mouth caressing her with gentle strokes. His touch sweet and sensitive but demanding at the same time. His movements were slow and meticulous. Everything he did had purpose.
She moaned, running her fingers through his soft buzzed hair, tossing her head from side to side and digging her heels into the mattress. Her body tensed, floating on the edge of oblivion. A long, intense quiver, starting in the pit of her stomach, flowed toward where Nick’s mouth connected to her as if he were sucking all her passion out of her.
A pang of guilt tickled the back of her mind. The guilt, however, wasn’t what she’d expected. She thought this would feel more like cheating.
Not like letting go of the pain.
It wasn’t that she was about to forget all about the love of her life, but being with Nick seemed to give her the will to do what she knew Kent would want her to do.
Live.
And she’d been merely existing.
Nick looked up at her, his eyes conveying the kind of hunger that would devour her with delicious torture. She watched as he kissed her intimately, his fingers gliding inside her, stroking her with the precision and passion a violinist used when striking the bow across the strings on his instrument.
His gaze never wavered, and she couldn’t stop staring. Her lungs burned with each short breath she took. Everything about Nick made her want to give life… and love… a second chance.
He sucked harder on her swollen nub.
“Oh…my…God.” She dropped her hands to her sides, fisting the sheets, her body rocking against his mouth, her toes curling as a guttural groan bellowed from her throat. Her orgasm hovered on the verge of breaking free. She wanted to slow it down. Take the time to let it build to a boil.
“Nick,” she ground out behind gritted teeth. Clutching her thighs against the side of his head, she let out a husky groan.
Her body convulsed over and over. Moans came out of her mouth that she’d never heard before. It was the never-ending orgasm, quivering like the aftershocks of an earthquake. She blinked, staring at the fan swirling above her head, trying to take deep calming breaths. Her pulse raced out of control as he gently kissed her, gliding his lips to her inner thigh, then stomach.
Orgasms generally came easy to her, but never had they come on so fast and furious that she couldn’tmanage to hold them off for long moments. Then again, for the last two years, she’d been giving them to herself.
“You taste like sunshine and whiskey.” He got to his knees and raised her leg, kissing her ankle as his hand glided down her calf. “It’s addicting.”
“We need to get you out of your clothes,” she whispered. “It’s only fair.”
“Well, since your twisting my arm.” He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Biting on her lower lip, she scooted to a sitting position and ran her fingers across his firm chest. His muscles twitched at her touch. When she kissed his neck, running her fingers over his nipples, he made a hissing noise that rolled across her skin like a blanket of warm lotion. Wanting to touch him in the most intimate way, she fiddled with the buckle and eased the belt through the loops, tossing it to the floor.
She hadn’t wanted to feel good, or make someone else feel good, in so long. It created a hunger that burned through her veins.
He batted her hands away and stood at the end of the bed, lowering his pants over his hips. He paused, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. He unfolded the leather case, taking something out. When he tossed the condom on the bed, warm goosebumps floated to the top of her skin.
Holding her breath, she felt the corners of her mouth tip into a small smile as he revealed himself. She swallowed. She’d seen a few naked men in her day, butNick’s body was like a temple meant to be worshiped with his broad frame and long lean legs. His tight stomach narrowed at the hips.
And the rest of him?
Wow.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she splayed her fingers across his stomach, feeling the muscles contract under her touch. She rubbed her hands up to his hard nipples, enjoying how he groaned when she let her fingernails graze them. She leaned in and kissed him just above the belly button. His hardness pressed inside her cleavage. Resisting the urge to squeeze her breasts together, she leaned back a little, taking him into her hands.
The way he gently brushed her hair out of the way, holding it back with his hands, sent a warm rush of blood to every erogenous zone she had.
Sucking the tip into her mouth, she stroked him, enjoying his groans and the way he fingered her hair. She felt admired, something she hadn’t felt from a man in a long time. She took more of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip.
He reached down with one hand and twisted her nipple, igniting a fire deep inside her.
She moved over him with quick thrusts of her mouth, her fingers caressing what she couldn’t take. The desire to please him filled her mind and soul.
“Christ,” he muttered as he pulled at her hair, almost trying to tug her away from him.
