Page 54 of Until Now

He captures my lips in a crushing kiss. It’s demanding and possessive. Hungry. Deep. The kiss of a man who isn’t going to stop until he’s had every part of me.

Locked in a hungry embrace, he pushes me into the open shower, we’re immediately soaked from the falling water. No more hesitation, this is what we've been waiting for. He pins me against the wall, taking both my hands into one of his above our heads. A soft moan when his lips meet the sweet spot where my neck and collarbone meet. His teeth graze my skin.

I claw at his soaked shirt, pulling it over his head. It falls into a wet heap on the shower floor, next to it my towel. He takes the opportunity to take in the sight of me. His rough hands explore my soft, tanned skin leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I’ve never felt so comfortable in front of a man before. His stare makes me feel sexy, beautiful. His appetite insatiable as he explores every inch of my body. Touching me. Tasting me. Teasing me. Pushing me right to the edge, but never letting me fall. He lifts me with ease, carrying me into the bedroom.

I reach for him as he crawls onto the bed. My fingers trace the tattoo on his chest. I have so many questions about it, but that can wait. My mind moves to the feeling of his growing erection. Goosebumps rise across my skin, anticipation growing inside me — an ache between my thighs. I want him.

No, I need him.

Nick brings my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips. I can’t help but laugh at the sensation and it makes him smile. He pushes a wet strand of hair from my face, “You’re beautiful, Davina.” A deep blush rises in my cheeks and he kisses me again. Slow and tender, his hands exploring my body again. He fondles my breast, pinching and squeezing my nipples with a rough grip. When I try to reciprocate, he holds both my hands again. I’m sure he can feel my heart beating against my chest. “Stay,” his voice soft, but commanding, when he releases my hands.

“Yes sir.” It’s meant to be teasing, but the way his eyes darken I know I’ve crossed into new territory. His eyes never leave mine when he steps off the bed yanking me to the edge, hooking my legs over his shoulders when he kneels before me. “Nick,” I gasp when his teeth graze the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh.

A fire ignites with the first lick of his tongue.

I can’t contain a moan as he feasts on me and he growls in approval. One hand pins my hips to the bed; the other, I’m sure, leaves bruises on my right leg. When his tongue slides inside me, the sound that rips through my throat is unlike anything I’ve ever made. I forget how to breathe, how to speak… Nick moves like we have all the time in the world, like he could do this for hours, and I find myself thanking God for this man and his mouth. A soft moan against me when I plunge my fingers into his hair and tug. I feel that familiar ache inside my core. I’m so close to falling over the edge when his fingers replace his mouth, pumping inside me, as he sucks on that sensitive bud just—

My climax tears through me lighting every nerve on fire. He continues feasting on me, pinning me to the bed so I can’t escape his assault. And after, only after I come again does he finally let up.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear and I swear I almost come again at the words alone. He smiles against my skin, “You like that, huh?”

“Nick, please.”

“Not yet, baby. We have plenty of time.”

I whine.

“Demanding, aren’t we?” He kisses me briefly, letting his tongue swipe across mine so I taste myself. I let myself stare as he steps off the bed. Unbuttoning his jeans, he shoves denim and cotton down his legs — his considerable length springs free. The rip of foil sends a pulse through me. Another pulse when he climbs on top of me again. His nose trails along my jaw before he kisses the soft skin behind my ear. “Are you sure?” he whispers. “I don’t want—”

I kiss him — I want this, want him, want every part of him…every inch in me until we’re one. Hooking my right leg around his waist, he pushes into me, slowly, savoring it. He smirks when I dig my shoulders into the mattress and arch into him. The only thought I have is the feeling of him as he sinks deeper inside me.

“Please,” I beg in a whisper, needing more. That single word is enough for him. The way he soothes every craving I’ve ever had doesn’t slip past me. No man has ever made me feel the way he does right now. He pulls out slightly before thrusting back in slower, deeper inside me, if it’s even possible, and the sound it pulls from me…

“That’s my girl,” his voice a low growl. “You feel so fucking good, Dee.”

The heat slowly builds inside, the tightening of a coil begging to be released. But, it’s different. This isn’t like the other times, it’s hotter, brighter than before. He moves unbelievably slow, savoring the feeling of me around him. “Nick,” a plea, but my voice so high, barely above a whisper, I’m not sure he hears me.

“What do you want, beautiful?” He pins my hands down, firmly grips my right leg hooked around his waist, and then…he waits. I try to squirm under his hold, try to create any kind of friction between us, but he holds me impossibly still. He wants me to beg. Beg him to move. Beg him to give me what I want, what I need. “Tell me, Davina.” His teeth graze my jaw. My throat. “What do you want?”

“Please, Nick. You have to…I need— Ho bisogno di te.”

He goes mad. The sounds echoing in my ear animalistic. With each pounding stroke, my nails dig further into his skin as I move my hips in time with his. I’m slowly losing control, but I lose every bit of it when he stares into my eyes and says, “You’re mine.” A fire so hot burns inside of me when my release comes — a blinding white heat. I try to scream, but nothing. He pounds into me, hard and fast. Nick holds back his own roar building in his chest as he comes, filling me to the hilt. He bites down on my shoulder leaving his mark — a searing brand.

The sheets damp with sweat. The room smells of sex. The only sound our panting breaths. Our bodies sticky, but I don’t care. I run my fingers through the soft curls they viciously attacked moments ago. He smiles down at me, a lazy, sedated smile, but it makes me smile back.

“You like Italian, huh?”

“Shut up,” he laughs and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve heard.

Chapter Thirty-Three

My legs andlungs scream. I haven’t stopped once. Not since I hit the trailhead. Six and a half miles of pure elevation gain, beautiful lakes, and rocky terrain. Apparently, no one else was up for the challenge, I’ve only seen two other people on the trail all day. I wipe the sweat off my brow reaching the summit of Mount Sopris.

Hello, old friend.

A wave of nausea rolls through me — from the run or events of this morning, I’m not sure. But, I can’t hold it back any longer. I empty the little contents of my stomach on the side of the trail. My heart still races when I lean back against a boulder trying to catch my breath.

Inhale.

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