Page 74 of Wine & Whiskey
Her face lights up brighter than the sun when he steps outside and places a blanket and the box on the table next to the chaise lounge. Scooping her up, he wraps her legs around his waist before sitting them down on the double cushion. He drapes the afghan around her shoulders, running his hands over her cashmere skin. “Your fantasy can begin.”
She glances toward the door. “What about—?”
“I’ve given strict orders we aren’t to be disturbed, and the cameras have been cut. I can protect you with what’s in that box. So, you don’t have to worry about anything but enjoying yourself.”
Pinkness tints her cheeks as she tilts her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her sudden shyness intoxicates him, a heady combination of adorable and sexy, making her pleasure his only goal. He slips his hands under her negligee, lifting it off and tossing it aside. The pressure in his groin almost erupts at her nipples straining taut against his chest.
Keeping him from taking one in his mouth, she slides her delicate hands under his chin, studying his face, scanning his features as if searching for something beyond the surface. He freezes under her gaze. She delves deeper than any other woman, almost farther than he can endure, fearful she’ll pierce the mask hiding the real him. And despise what she finds underneath. His voice chokes in his throat. “What?”
A soft smile graces her angelic face. “Has anyone ever told you how wonderful you are?”
No. Because no one’s ever thought it but her.
Her mouth finds his. Chaste kisses, smiling against his lips. “And romantic.” Pressing softly, barely touching. “Thoughtful.” Driving him to the edge as he resists every urge to devour her. “Sexy.”
Just when he can’t hold back any longer, she thrusts her tongue inside, making him moan as his fingers slide across her cheeks and into her hair, absorbing all of her sweet essence. Fighting to control his desire, he breaks away, dipping his head and flicking his tongue against the hardened nub, keeping her in place as her back arches.
She drives her hands through his hair, wrapping her fingers around the burgeoning curls on his neck he hates, her breathy whisper like fireworks against his skin. “These are perfect to hold onto when you make love to me.”
Okay, maybe they aren’t so bad.
She lifts up from straddling him as he grasps the waistband of her panties. Her fingertips burn his skin in their urgency to help him push them down. In her raised position, he teases her wet core, stroking the soft folds before plunging a finger inside. She gasps, her legs trembling, and begins to lower herself back down. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he holds her up as she rests her head on his shoulder.
His body flames with need at her lips on his ear. “Your fingers are magic.”
“That’s not my only trick.”
As she whispers his name, her hands move to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them as he lifts up to free himself from the fabric separating them. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet before kicking his pants all the way off. Her eyes never waver from his as he guides her hips over his throbbing tip. She slides down his length, her lips parting in a sharp gasp, her small fist wrapping around his shirt.
Pain grips his chest at her hesitation. “Are you okay?”
A slow smile curls her lips as she nods. “I’ve never been on top. You’re a lot to take in at once.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine.”
Coiling her arms around his neck, she slowly raises and lowers her body, letting him stretch and fill her, building tension in him begging to be released. Silky perfection moving under his fingertips. All he can see is her. Nothing else exists. No barriers between them. Only her sweetness surrounding him, flowing over him like the purest honey. “Do you know how much I love you?”
She nods, her eyes heavy with desire, locking with his.
God, she’s so beautiful. “How right this is?”
Her head dips again, her gaze boring into his, humbling him with the enormity of her love.
“How I’m never letting you go?”
Her pace quickens at his words. Their bodies slick with sweat, skin sliding against skin, as she accepts him completely. He grasps her hips, grinding into her while helping her ride him faster and deeper. The rhythm of his hard thrusts matches her racing heart against his chest, her muscles pulsing and tightening around him.
“Nick, I…”
He can’t hold back, and he’s taking her with him. “Tell me, sweetness.”
“I know you love me.”
His body jerks then stills, pleasure overcoming him with his release inside her, at the sound of his name wrapped in her satiny whisper, like the answer to every question she asks. She falls against his chest, and he holds her as her breathing returns to normal. He tucks the blanket around her waist, letting the cool breeze ruffle her hair and waft against her back. “Happy?”
“Absolutely blissful. Thank you.” A satisfied sigh blows against his neck. She snuggles in while he strokes her hair, enjoying the peacefulness. “Now, you have to tell me yours. I want to know what your fantasy is.”
“I’ll show you on Saturday.” He promised her they wouldn’t be trapped in his house, hiding from Juan. This is his chance to keep his word while giving her a bit of the same happiness she brings him. “I’m taking you out on a date.”
“You are?” A trace of excitement tinges her voice. “What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Dark pink fingernails trail down his stomach to his treasure trail before her teeth graze his ear lobe. “What if I try to get it out of you?”
He sucks in his breath at her feathery strokes, his body responding to her delicate touch. “You won’t, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.”
