Page 9 of Nico
But she realized she did not mind sharing it with Nico. They had arrived half an hour after stopping for some donuts and more coffee.
Now he was ensconced on her living room sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table. Normally she would protest but stayed silent. She liked the fact that he was at home in her place.
She had showered at his place and that had delayed them even further. He was still insisting on the drive, but she would see. Dumping the sorted clothing into the machine, she went to grabthe jug of lemonade she had made yesterday and smiled at his shouted encouragement at the basketball game playing on TV.
"Hey." He looked over as she came into the room with the jug of lemonade and some store-bought cookies.
"I thought you could do with some replenishing."
She set the jug down and was about to leave when he snagged her hand and tugged.
"Nico, I have work to do."
"I know." He nuzzled at her neck, the game forgotten. "You smell like a garden in full bloom."
"That's not going to work. If you keep this up, we're going to end up killing each other."
"What a way to go." He parted the shirt she had put on and murmured in his throat when he saw just skin. "If you wanted me to leave you alone, you would have put underwear on."
"I was out. Haven't done laundry in a while." She hissed out a breath when his clever and swift hand snaked up her thigh.
"Hmm. Soft and ready." His eyes were steady on hers; those bottle green intense eyes stayed on her as he slid a finger over her and then into her. "And wet. Just the way I like it."
She could feel him, bursting through his jeans. And her body reacted violently. With a helpless gasp, she erupted around his finger and rode him. His eyes darkened and he knew the control was slipping.
That was another thing he had a difficult time understanding. He was always the placid type. Sex to him had been a release, a quiet enjoyment where he ensured the female received the utmost satisfaction. He took pride in his work and would walk away with his composure intact.
Not so with the woman sitting in his lap. His control snapped like a rotten twig and turned him into a raving and greedy lunatic.
Lifting her several inches off him, he fumbled with the damn zipper and almost destroyed it in his haste to release his swollen shaft. He was hot, throbbing, and desperate. When she straddled him, he whimpered in relief. It was going to be rough, he thought dazedly.
Grabbing the remote, he hit the off button and leaned back against cushions. And drove all the way in. Her back bowed, fingers digging into his shirt as she rode him.
He watched her, his breath escaping through clenched teeth as he tried to hold back. Reaching down, he slid his finger over her swollen flesh and had her crying out in shock.
"God! God! God!" Her fingers curled into fists as the climax tore through her like a lightning bolt. She was left weak, dazed, and unable to think.
With a tortured groan, he emptied himself, hands gripping her vibrating hips as he plunged into her over and over again, his body shuddering.
She collapsed on top of him, her body fluid and boneless. Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes and willed his heart to slow down its erratic pace.
The machine trilling out the end of the cycle had her lifting her head. "Duty calls. And I remember a certain someone offering to help with the housework."
He rubbed her back and tried valiantly to gather himself. His brain was muddled, and he was as weak as a kitten. "Why don't you have a maid?"
She eased back to get a good look at him. "Would you be trying to get out of your promise?"
"Just asking a reasonable question. I could pay to..." The rest of the words came out as an unintelligible mumble as she coveredhis mouth with her hand. She distracted him enough to ease herself off his lap. Plucking up the shirt he had tossed to the hardwood floor, she pulled it on and left the room.
Leaning back, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Straightening, he zipped up his jeans and rose. And went to find her.
"I'm your humble servant." He came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist. "Put me to work."
The morning passed pleasantly with them working.
She gave in and went for a drive with him. It took the scenic route. Fall colors were rioting in the leaves of the trees they passed. He was familiar with the rural areas, because it was mostly where he gathered his inspiration from.
Deep russets, flaming orange, glossy ruby red, with a mix of green drifted to the ground in a kaleidoscope of color that dazzled the eyes.
