He tried to push past that, tried to tell himself it was an act, that she was still playing a game. But Nick wasn’t normally a hard man, and he tended to trust people. This time that trust had the potential to royally screw him, but right now he wasn’t so sure.
As Chloe responded to him, wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, he became lost in her embrace, in the smell of her, in the soft sighs escaping her throat. He should pull back, should be the stronger of them both and walk away. But just because he should didn’t mean he was going to.
Nick had been reckless his entire life. It’s why he didn’t fear hovering over a turbulent sea while winds threatened to pull him down. It was why he was the first to rush in as everyone else was running away. And now, he chose to stay because at least for this night he was all in. He wasn’t going anywhere, unless it was to a bedroom.
For a brief moment he’d had the misguided notion he maintain control over himself, but as that tear had fallen down her cheek, as she’d shuddered with helplessness, he’d been lost. She didn’t realize how strong a hold she had over him. He would rather keep it that way.
Nick had no doubt she wanted him as urgently as he desired her. It was that desperation that had sent him over the edge of any reasoning. But there was a freedom in the desire. As he allowed his body to take over, his anger faded, his sense of betrayal diminished. There was one soul focus, and that was her―pleasing her, making her cry out, loving her, finding pleasure within each other. He would get lost in her and the anxiety would fade away. And eventually he would be able to let her go.
As Nick delved within her mouth, capturing her―taming her―making her his, his wild thoughts ceased spinning. She whimpered as his hand moved down her back, clutched her butt, and pulled her into his thickness, making sure she was aware of where this was headed. His body was pulsing with an unquenchable desire.
Nick’s desperation increased as his fingers wound into her hair. He tugged hard, making her head fall back as he tasted his way down the smoothness of her neck. He couldn’t get enough of her smell, her heat, her flavor. He was holding on desperately, too afraid to even think about her pulling away.
She gripped the back of his neck as her body melted against his, fully entrusting herself to him. Euphoria filled him at the trust, the desire, the need she had for him. She opened herself up, inviting him to do with her as she pleased. He became almost frantic as his hands and mouth made a trail across her skin.
Never had Nick lost control like he losing it at this moment. But he had to bury himself in her, had to complete the connection. His body pulsed with the need to take her, to make them one, to make them inseparable. She was going to destroy him. He had no doubt about it.
Nick’s heart thundered as he began tearing at her clothes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should slow this down, he knew he should think about what he was doing. But that was the whole point. He didn’t want to think anymore. He wanted only to feel.
Even if Nick did attempt to regain control, her desperation matched his own as her fingernails dug into his neck, her teeth bit his jaw, and her cries grew louder. For this moment, at least, they weren’t enemies. They were desperate to take their pain away in the only way they knew how.
Their voices echoed through the living room as he gripped her blouse, his lips resting at the luscious V between her breasts. His tongue laved her skin. He pulled at her blouse and the material shredded, revealing her black satin bra. Pushing her arms against the wall, he leaned forward and licked the material, her nipples hard pebbles through the thin material.
She tugged on her arms, but he held them tightly as his teeth scraped the satin. When he bit down, her moan vibrated through him, and he added pressure, making her writhe before him.
Nick wanted the material out of the way, but he loved holding her in place. With his teeth, he tugged on the satin, moving it only a tiny bit. That wouldn’t do. With a growl, he gripped the small piece of satin connecting the bra’s cups and ripped the strap, releasing her beautiful, lush breasts.
Her entire body pushed toward him as he pulled her naked nipple into his mouth and sucked it before swirling his tongue in circles around the orb of her breast. He kissed his way across the deep valley before finding her other tasty bud and sucking it deep within his mouth.
“Nick, please . . . please let me touch you,” she cried out, her voice unrecognizable.
In response, he sucked harder, ran his teeth across the swollen flesh, and swept his tongue in circles. She whimpered as she pulled to release her hands. Finally, he kissed his way back up her neck, pressing himself fully against her. He sucked her neck for a moment before trying to calm himself with a deep breath.
The air was scented by her floral fragrance, and it made him light-headed instead of calm. If he didn’t have her soon, he would be on his knees begging her for release.
“Do you want me to finish this―to bury myself inside you?” he asked. He hated himself a little for the question.
There was no hesitation on her part. “Now.”
He wasn’t going to ask twice. With the same urgency he’d been feeling since he saw her sitting down on his dock, her feet dangling in the water, he gripped her pants and tore the button. In seconds, she was leaning against the wall, her skin completely bare to him.
She was vulnerable, needy, her skin flushed and hot. He’d done this to her―only him. As much as she affected him, he affected her just as much. Together they made magic happen―the same magic he’d mocked her for when she’d talked about wanting to ride unicorns. Nick couldn’t even begin to think about that. Her words remained a mystery.