Page 37 of Nico
"To what end?"
He gave her a surprised look. "If you don't know the answer to that question, you were not paying attention." He framed her face between his palms. "I have fallen in love with you Sadie and I think you're smart enough to realize I was heading in that direction."
"I..." Her voice trailed off as she blinked at him.
"Nothing to say?" Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers and felt her quivering.
"I want you in my life. The only person who can stop that is you. And if you refuse, I promise that I will hound you until you get tired of me. Get to know my daughter, that's all I'm asking." When he started to slide his tongue over her bottom lip, she lost all sense of the conversation as emotions tumbled through her with the speed of light.
His lips trailed to the curve of her cheek and her neck. Her head lifted, a moan escaping her as he ravished the hollow of her throat. She had missed this, missed the incredible effect he had on her, the passion they shared. She had spent nights trying to forget the way his body felt on hers and had little success.
Her hands tunneled through the untidy denseness of his hair, sliding down to his neck, the breadth of his shoulders, gasping at the flexing of muscles beneath her fingers. Shifting a little, he rolled the sweater up, up, up, until he could feel her flesh. A murmur sounded inside his throat when he discovered her bare flesh.
Her nipples were already rigid, even before he used his fingers to roll the flesh, pinching them slightly. His eyes were on hers, filing away the look on her beautiful face. The parted lips, the sound of the breath escaping, the tumble of hair against the quilted pattern of her pillows. All of it sent the heat trembling through him.
His lips found her hardened flesh, and he felt as if he was coming home after a long and grueling journey. His mouth turned ruthless, he could not help himself. He had been starving ever since he left her home that fateful afternoon, with the insane notion that he could forget her, be without her.
He tugged at the flesh, his teeth and tongue devouring. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she tried to keep herself anchored. She felt as if she was flying, drifting away and nothing could stop her. When he transferred to the next nipple, she exploded, her body twisting fervently, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Lifting his head, he kissed the tears streaming down her cheeks, just sipping at them, the taste of her enveloping him.
Without a word, he rose and took off his clothes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he undressed her, fingers lingering over each dip and curve.
He wanted her with a passion that overrode everything else. And was prepared to do anything to make it work between them. It occurred to her that his daughter might resent the intrusion, but being with Sadie was not an option.
"We will make it work." He vowed. Getting into bed, he tucked the tendrils that had stuck to her wet cheeks and brushed at the moisture.
"You love me, I know you do."
"Yes." There was no sense denying the truth of it. She was in love with him. She had her doubts about the future and what that little girl would think of her, but she knew without a doubt that she loved him.
She reached up and traced the line of his jaw, feeling the coarse shadow of stubble beneath her fingertips. The intensity in his eyes made her heart skip, and for a moment, the world shrank to just the two of them. Words hovered on her lips, unspoken but understood, as he gathered her close.
The night wrapped around them, promising new beginnings and the possibility that love could heal the wounds of the past. Wrapped in each other's arms, they faced the unknown together, ready to embrace whatever the future might hold.
The lovemaking was slow and sweet, so much so that she felt the tears burning the back of her eyes again. He was making up for the time they had lost, the six weeks they had been away from each other. He had been a fool or maybe more than a little confused.
He kissed the tears, thrusting into her, holding back, restraining himself and determined to put her pleasure first. He owed her that. He had left her. God, oh he had suffered and so had she, he knew that now. He wanted to make up for the hurt and pain of their separation.
Capturing her lips, he swallowed her cries as she erupted all over him. Her slender curves trembled beneath him, firing his blood even more.
"More." He whispered against her lips as he drove into her. His control was close to breaking. But he held on just a little bit, just long enough to take her over again. When she pressed her face against his chest in complete surrender, he finally let go and when he did, he gave her everything. Poured into her until his body was shaking with all the desire he had been storing up.
It took him several minutes to move.
And even then he was reluctant to break the intimacy.
"I don't want to crush you." He cradled her against him, loving the feel of her face pressed into his chest.
Throwing one leg on his, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I'm spending the night."
"Hmm." She did not care about anything else but being in his arms again.
"No objections?" he teased.
Lifting her head, she brushed at his chin and relished the feel of the stubble. His body was long and lean, the muscles bunching beneath her body.
