Page 41 of Wicked Lies

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“Don’t go.” He came around the bar and stopped in the middle of the room. The next move had to be hers.

“I won’t stay if you don’t believe me.” She turned to him. “If you can’t trust me.”

“This isn’t a game.” He meant it as a warning, but the lust in his voice made it sound more like a challenge.

“I know.” Her breathless gasp shot right to his dick. “'Cause games have rules.”

Cheryl walked toward him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. She went willingly. Her eyes fevered with passion. She wanted this as much as him, and goddamn, but he was under her spell again.

He pushed a stray hair away from her face and kissed her, wanting to taste more of her, be part of her, sink into her sweetness, and make all their doubts and fears go away.

Nick fumbled with the hem of her t-shirt, and she covered his hand with hers.

“You want me to stop?” His words caught between a sigh and a gasp.

Cheryl pushed his hands away, tugged her shirt over her head, and flung it onto the floor. She slipped off her shoes and wiggled out of her sweatpants until they pooled at her feet.

Heat boiled in the pit of Nick’s stomach and shot through his veins, melting him from the inside out. One part of him wanted to throw her out of his life, but the overruling part wanted Nick to take his time and explore every inch of Cheryl until he found his way into her warm, wet body.

He ripped off his shirt, undid the belt and button of his pants and pushed them away, then tumbled her to the bed. He crushed his mouth to hers, and pushed his tongue inside until they were both gasping for breath. She arched her back, and he stripped away the thin scrap of lace covering her sex. Edging his hand up her thighs, he caressed the smooth flesh, then filled his palms with her ass. He kneaded the firm skin, then smoothed his way to her heat, slowly slipping in one finger, then two. Her soft sweetness quivered as he plundered her folds with a steady rhythm that made her purr.

He increased the pressure until she shuddered and moaned against him.

“Ohhh, don’t stop,” she whimpered.

“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, you won’t be able to see straight.”

Two heartbeats later, he captured her mouth in another demanding kiss, leaned toward the nightstand, yanked open the drawer, and rummaged around for a condom. Tearing it open, he sheathed himself, then spread her thighs wide. She arched her back to meet him seconds before he thrust inside her.

Her lips nuzzled his neck, and he wanted to go slow. Nick wanted to savor this, take his time, but his hips had other ideas. Holding his breath, he pumped into her hard, and when Cheryl wrapped those beautiful legs around his waist, he drove deeper. It was crazy and unbelievable, something he’d never experienced. Something he would only feel with her—something that could bring his world down around his ears.

“See what you do to me?” He fisted the sheets and watched his body take her. And when she watched him, too, it almost made him blow.

“C’mon baby,” he growled in her ear. “Wanna hear you screaming my name when you come all over me.”

Her spasms hit again, and she milked him, sucking him in deeper and deeper. “Ohhh, Nick.”

His name on her lips made him thrust into her harder, his fingers squeezing her ass until he broke apart and came so hard everything snapped to black. They stayed locked together. Gasping. Her head still nestled in his shoulder. Her thigh still draped over his back. He shifted as the pain returned to his arm. Then reality hit like a pile of unpaid bills.

She stared at him, either confused or embarrassed. He felt edgy, too, so he stayed silent.

“Did we really just do that?” she asked around nervous laughter.

“If you gotta ask, I must’ve done something wrong.”

“Oh no, believe me, you did everything right.”

“I wanted to take my time, but once I got you under me, I couldn’t hold back.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

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“Good,'cause this time we’re gonna take it much slower.”

He nibbled that special spot below Cheryl’s ear as he cupped her breast. Slowly working his way lower, Nick sucked the soft flesh into his mouth, and she sighed her approval when his teeth tugged on her nipple, mixing sweet pain with pleasure. He licked and nipped at her until she squirmed under him, needing more but never wanting him to stop this delicious torture.

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