Page 69 of Nico
"I..." she drew in a breath. "Maybe."
"Still not sure?" His voice was patient, his expression slightly amused. "I must not be doing it right." Letting go of her hand, he parted the robe and went straight to her weak spot.
Fingers clenched on the sheets, she arched her back and felt the hot bolt of heat slam viciously into her as he took her nipple. And he wasn't gentle. He suckled like a child who had been denied sustenance for days. And had her crying out in shocked desire.
When he reached between her thighs to press his hand over the skimpy lace, she came, her body vibrating.
It was no longer a game to him. With his body raging with desire, he stumbled to his feet and got rid of his clothes in record time.
"Let me," he growled when she would have removed her underwear. "I'll buy you several more."
She cried out again when he simply tore through the lace to get to her skin. Without finesse, because good God, he had to have her now! He drove into her with a force that shoved her into the headboard.
With his teeth clenched and his body shuddering, he closed his eyes as her tightness wrapped around him like a tight wet fist.
Bending his head to hers, he took several breaths. "I love you so goddamn much." He whispered against her lips. "You make me crazy. No one has ever been able to affect me this much. I'm yours and you'll always be mine. Tell me you love me."
"I love you." Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she did not care. Lifting her hands, she wrapped them around his neck."I love you." Her body arched and she lifted her legs to wrap around him, pulling him in even closer. "I'm yours."
Her words roared through his body and snapped his control. He drove into her, taking her lips in a kiss that sapped every rational thought from her head.
When they came, it was like a storm, beating their bodies like a battering ram. He emptied into her, his body shuddering, heart racing frantically.
It took several minutes for him to move. Sliding off her, he flopped back on the pillows and brought her with him.
"We should get some sleep." He finally spoke.
"Hmm." She was content to just snuggle against his solid chest and listen to the slowing of his heartrate. "Eventually."
His fingers stroked her back slowly. "Am I forgiven?"
He felt when her lips curved against his skin. "Let me think on it."
"I believe I am."
"Maybe." Her hand drifted down his stomach and before he could stop her, she was curving her fingers around his sex, still wet from their combined climaxes.
"Are you planning on killing me?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
He wasn't in the least bit surprised to find himself growing hard again. Shaking his head, he tangled his fingers through her hair.
"If you are, I'm willing to take the plunge."
"That's the spirit." She smiled sultrily and climbed on top of him.
"You witch," he whispered as she straddled him. For the next half hour, there were no need for words.
*****
She made a day of it. Determined to make up for the days she spent away from both of them, she planned and made a list, much to her husband's amusement.
"Laugh all you want, but I want it to be perfect. Which means I'll be cooking all the meals."
"We could go someplace."
"Oh, I was thinking we could go to the ice-skating place a few blocks from the gallery. Teach Gracie how to ice skate."
