Page 53 of Naughty and Nice
Craning my neck, I saw the determination in his eyes. “You’re a smart man, a lieutenant, one of el Patrón’s best. I think you can figure it out.”
“Oh, they’re like the clasp on a bra.”
I shook my head. “See, I knew you could do it. You’re probably very experienced with bra clasps.”
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Neither am I.”
His kisses moved lower as he figured out how to undo the row of eye hooks and buttons. Each contact of his lips on my skin sent goose bumps over my arms and legs. Finally, he stood and spun me toward him.
Nick removed the pearl combs from my hair, allowing it to cascade over my shoulders. “This is what I’ve imagined as I beat off in the shower.” He gently teased the spaghetti straps from my shoulders. As with the night he walked in my bedroom, I wasn’t wearing a bra.
My silk dress fell to the white rug, a white puddle around my shoes, leaving me in white lace panties. I dropped my arms to my sides.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
My breasts moved as my breathing quickened. I took a step forward. “You’ve seen me, but I haven’t seen you.” I pushed the sleeves of his suit jacket from his wide shoulders. Next, I tugged on his white silk tie. My fingers moved over the row of buttons on his shirt as I tugged it from his waist. My hands stilled on the buckle of his belt as memories of seeing the same belt on my desk set off detonations throughout my nervous system.
Looking up through my lashes, I smiled. “I’ve been following your rule.”
Nick reached for the belt and unbuckled it, pulling it from the pant loops, and dropping it to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Soon we were both dressed accordingly: me in my lace panties and he in black silk boxer briefs.
I stepped out of my shoes, wiggling my toes on the shag rug.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled, his timbre reverberating through my circulation.
“I want you, too. What you said you did in the shower…”
His grin was back. “I masturbated, Liliana.”
I nodded. “I did too, thinking about you.” Warmth creeped up my décolletage to my cheeks. “I think I orgasmed.”
“You think?”
“I’ve never done it before.”
His dark orbs glistened. “Never?”
Shaking my head, I replied, “Just recently. I liked it.”
Nick’s smile grew as he backed me toward the large bed. “I promise you’ll have many, many more orgasms.”
“You sound sure of yourself.”
“I’m very sure of myself.” He jutted his chin. “Lie back.”
I did as he said, scooting from the end of the bed toward the pillows. Nick followed, crawling on all fours. He was a predator, and I was his willing prey. He reached for the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. Once in his grasp, he put them to his nose.
“You smell sweet. I knew you would.”
He moved up my body, his head dipping at my breasts, his lips capturing each nipple and his tongue teasing the hard buds. Lower and lower his lips moved. I didn’t remember lifting my knees or spreading my legs. I was too enthralled with the sensation of his masterful lips. While I didn’t remember the movements, I’d done them because as his mouth reached my core, I screamed out.
The sensation was overwhelming. My hips bucked and my thighs tightened to a vise grip of his head. No matter what my movements, Nick continued with his lips and tongue. I reached for the sheets to keep myself from floating away as he wound my insides taut, ready to spin out of control.
“Oh God, Nick.”
He splayed his fingers over my pelvis, holding me in place. It was as he licked and nipped my clit that I yelled out. There weren’t words. It wasn’t a known language, yet the sounds filled the bedroom—Nick’s slurps and hums and my wanton sounds—until the winding snapped. A tremor swept through my body as explosions like I’d never known detonated beneath my flesh.
