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Far too soon, tension coiled throughout her body, pulling her tighter and tighter, chasing down something amazing as he sucked and licked.
It was everything.
And not enough.
A plea of pure animal need rose up inside her.
A minute later, she was weightless. Her thighs were wrapped around Nick’s hips, his hands were on her ass, and they were moving. Then, she was falling … falling … and she didn’t care. No sooner had her butt and back hit the sofa than Nick’s strong, rough hands grabbed around her ankles and pulled her forward, and those incredible sensations were back.
She gazed down. His head was between her thighs again, the silk of his hair moving across her skin.
“Nick,” she cried. She was so close.
He looked up at her then, his eyes intense. “I know,” he said, his voice guttural and feral.
Then, while he held her gaze, he eased a finger into her sex.
Her back bowed off the couch. “Holy fucking …”
He chuckled, the sound dark and wicked and full of promise. His finger penetrated deep, then swirled, then curled as his mouth got back to business. One finger was joined by another. The tension continued to build until she thought she would snap in two.
“Nick,” she begged, “please.”
A scissoring of fingers. Then a curling deepinside her and a sudden pulling suction on her clit, and she broke. Shattered. Pieces of her flew into the stratosphere at the speed of light.
She was vaguely aware of being moved, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Until she felt something hard and long and thick pushing into her.
“Fucking hell,” Nick cursed.
The pressure built as she stretched around him, her still-spasming channel eager to have something so substantial to grip.
Once he was fully seated inside her, he paused. She could hear his heavy breaths, feel his large hands squeezing and fondling her ass. As wonderful as his mouth and fingers had been, having him inside her, providing that exquisite fullness, was even better.
“More,” she rasped.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her hips, he thrust inside her with powerful snaps of his hips. Her previous climax hadn’t fully ebbed before it was building again, this time with twice the intensity.
When she came a second time, fairy lights filled her vision.
The third time, she temporarily lost her vision and her sense of hearing.
The fourth time, she passed out completely.
At some point, she woke up to the sound of someone moving around. Cracking open her lids, she realized she was in her bed.
Nick emerged from the bathroom, silhouetted by the light over the sink. The bed dipped as he sat beside her. She felt the gentle caress of a warm washcloth between her legs and sighed in absolute bliss when he tugged the sheets up over her body.
CHAPTER TWENTY
NICK
Corinne murmured a whisper-soft thanks and let out a sigh as he tucked the covers around her. In the light spilling out from the bathroom, she looked like a fallen angel. Her golden hair, a messy halo spilling over the pillow. Her features, youthful in her post multi-orgasmic lassitude.
It was official. He’d lost his goddamn mind. That was the only possible explanation for what had happened.
Not only had he had sex with Corinne McCain—which was a bad idea on so many levels—but he’d also done sowithout a condom.
