Page 63 of Nico
"If you think we're going to have sex--"
"No." He started taking off his clothes, his eyes boring into hers as if daring her to move.
Chapter 15
She stayed there mesmerized and paralyzed as she stared at him. Gone was the gentle, patient man to whom she was accustomed. He was replaced by one who had anger pulsing off him.
He got rid of the sweater and toed off the tennis shoes. Next came his jeans and underwear. He stood before her, magnificently naked, body tanned, with muscles well defined.
Sadie felt the spit drying up and when she tried to swallow, the lump remained lodged right there in her throat. His hair was unruly as usual, but there was a gleam in his eyes that she could not define. And he was pissed.
Her eyes swept over the solid chest with the scattering of dense hairs, the colors ranging from dark brown to blonde, to a flat stomach and her chest tightened as she saw the evidence of his desire. It fueled something deep inside her, a hunger that was raging out of control. Her nipples tightened painfully, and the heat came viciously.
If she did not have him right now, she was going to die. It was that simple. Nothing else mattered, at least not right now.
Watching the play of emotions on her beautiful face and keeping his eyes trained on hers, he lowered himself, one knee pressing into the bed. In silence, he undressed her, starting with her sweater. Pulling it over her head, he tossed it carelessly to the floor and unhooked her bra.
With his eyes still holding hers, he slid his thumbs over the rigid flesh, watching as her eyes widened, lips parted, and she started to pant. He squeezed the flesh, relishing the way her eyes went opaque. He could see the passion, and the power of it punched a hole deep inside his chest.
Sliding a hand down her flat stomach, he circled his fingers around the indentation of her navel. Scooting down, he tugged off her boots and then her jeans, tossing them away. He was allowing no conversations between them. It was not time for any of that, not now.
He had spent hours in a swarm of emotional despair and anger as he waited and wondered if something had happened to her. It had left him weak and terrified. Now, he had to channel allof it into something else. She was here with him and by God, he wasn't letting her go.
Even if he had to drag her off to Vegas and tie her to him, then so be it.
"Nico." Her voice was a thin whisper as desire poured through her like a flame that was raging out of control.
He had removed her panties and was sliding his fingers over her and into her, shooting her into a vortex of undiluted passion that sent the climax crashing through her body at the speed of light! She cried out his name, the shock causing her body to lift and shudder. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she tried to anchor herself.
A grim smile touched his lips as he circled his fingers inside her.
"More," he demanded harshly.
"I can't," she gasped. Surely, this was dying. Her breath was backed up inside her throat and her body was no longer hers.
"Take more. I'm giving you more." To prove it, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen flesh and had her flying again.
This time, she screamed, fists pummeling the sheets as her senses were battered. She drifted down slowly and only then did he stop, only to cover her body with his. His face was fierce, harsh, focused. His mouth when it took hers, bruised her lips, crushing down, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with an intensity that was designed to drive her mad.
Her hands, still weak and trembling, came around his neck to clasp him to her in a limp embrace.
"I can't," she repeated, her body vibrating.
Her fingers dug into his flesh as he dragged his lips from hers to trail a path down her cheek and her neck.
"You think I'm soft. Amiable. A pushover." He punctuated each word with a bite of her flesh that sent the heat spiraling through her body.
"No. I..."
"I've been too careful with you." He sucked the flesh of her throat between his teeth and had her crying out. "Too gentle. You think because I love you, well, you can more or less do anything, and it would be all right."
He had reached her breast and was tugging the rigid flesh between his teeth. He wedged a hand between their bodies and dipped a finger into her wet warmth and shot her up until she felt as if she was flying. Sensations chased each other until her body felt as if it was being dragged through the wringer.
Gone was the gentle man she had been used to. This one was like an animal staking its territory. The pleasure was so intense, it was painful.
"I'm going to make you beg me to take you. I'm going to make you scream out my name and admit that you cannot be without me."
"You bastard." Her eyes were streaming. "I hate you."
