Page 82 of Dark OZ

Circling his body close, Nick’s hands slid in tandem up my stomach before palming my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. My head fell back to his shoulder, at the same time, a low groan rumbled his chest. This. Fuck, his hands on my body felt exactly how I’d imagined, better even. How was he able to walk the pleasure-pain line so precisely?

Nick trailed his nose up my neck, resting just beneath my ear. “I’m not going to tell you what they mean because if I did, there would be no coming back from them.”

Having his full attention felt dangerous, like juggling with grenades. Reaching behind me, I looped my hand around his neck, intending to pull his mouth to mine.

Nick stepped back so abruptly that his hands on my shoulders were the only thing that kept me from falling. Snatching up the forgotten bra, he fitted the cups over my chest and slipped the straps over my shoulders.

Securing the elastic band, and resting his hands on my hips, he asked, “Is that too tight? Does it hurt?”

I looked over my shoulder at him, soaking in the heat of his expression as he studied my body. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“If I’ve learned anything in this life—” This time, it was more than a twitch to the corners of his lips, but where normal smiles seemed filled with light, his was clouded by shadows. “It’s that you’ll never know how much you can handle until you’ve ventured past your limits.”

“And what are your limits, Nick?”

“Tu sei il mio unico limite.” He circled the garter belt over my hips, then pointed to the bed with a snap. “Sit on the edge, facing me.”

If it had been Danny, I would have told him to take that snapping hand and go fuck himself with it. But, with Nick, my body was obeying before I’d even processed the command. As I settled my ass at the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs to accommodate the width of his frame.

“Good girl, now lean back.”

Forget the lacy underwear. These panties were about to burst into flames. His hands on my thighs were already sensory overload, but when he spoke, accent deeper and thicker than usual, goosebumps broke out over my entire body. Dutifully, I eased back onto my elbows, too aware of how the position tilted my hips up to him in offering. The longer he lingered, the faster my heart seemed to race.

He rested my foot over the center of his sternum. My heart was galloping out of control, but the steady thrum beneath my sole barely even registered as being there. Did nothing unnerve this man?

Nick gathered the stocking in his large hands and slipped it over my toes. His pinky trailed over the center of my foot, triggering my nerve endings one by one. A shiver chased the silken stocking up my legs.

“Nick,” I pleaded.

His expression didn’t register the way I was squirming beneath his touch or the fine tremor seizing my limbs. Methodically, he repeated the action with the other leg. He drew the satin straps through his fingers, giving the band at my hips a tug before hooking the fasteners to the tops and backs of my thigh highs.

Nick reached up, fingers digging beneath the lace of the garter belt and lifting my hips off the edge of the bed. He dragged his nose straight up the center of my panties, applying the barest amount of pressure but enough to make me want to scream. Directly over where the lace ground against my clit, he bit down, pulling back so that it snapped on release.

My head fell back with my arching spine. This was going to end one of two ways: with me shamelessly begging to ride his face or the kind of orgasm that left you in tears.

He lifted me further, my entire body seeming to levitate before I was deposited back on my feet. I swayed, gripping his shirt and resting my head in the center of his chest. There was a half second of hesitation before his arms cradled me to him. His heartbeat still low and slow, like none of this was affecting him.

Gripping the hair at the nape of my neck, he angled my head to meet the cold heat of his gaze. The other lifted my ass, grinding my pelvis hard against him. His heart might not be affected, but the cock pressing into my upper stomach definitely was. Had he always been so tall? Fuck, I bet I could swallow this impressively hard dick whole and not even need to bend over to do it.

I raked my nails down his torso before fingering the buckle of his belt. I didn’t care how or where he entered my body so long as it happened right now.

With a blur, Nick snatched my hands, spinning me in place so that my back was to his chest. I groaned in frustration, yanking my hands to try and free myself from his manacled grip. Instead of releasing me, he raised my arms high into the air.

“Keep them there.”

“What?”

He stepped away, the sudden rush of cold air making my skin tingle.

My arms already felt weak, hooking my fingers over my head to ease the ache of gravity. I could hear him behind me, could feel the lingering presence of his gaze.

“Nick? What are you doing?”

“Dressing you.”

The silk of my blouse slid over my arms, the cool fabric extinguishing each tiny flame of arousal as it went. Once it was secure, I stepped into the brocade pencil skirt, the rich emerald color glowing in the dim light of the room.

“Crowe is right about one thing—” Slowly, he dragged the zipper up. His lips pressed against the base of my neck, the static of his kiss making the tiny hairs stand on end. He barely touched me, and yet, I could feel his presence skating over my entire body. “Youareabsolutely gorgeous.”

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