My blood roared in my ears as Nicco boosted me up onto the counter, his lips trailing down my neck. He left a path of flame everywhere he touched, his lips skimming across my pulse, his fingers sliding up under my shirt and roaming along my belly where my short t-shirt left skin bared.

Tendrils of heat twined through me, and I shivered as he grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled, stripping it away. He did it slowly, as if giving me a chance to resist, but there was no resistance in me. He could do whatever he wanted to me, however he wanted, and I doubt I’d even question him.

As he flicked open the catch of my bra, I shoved my hands into his hair and dragged his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me,” I demanded. “Kiss me again, Nicco.”

His lips covered mine, his tongue sliding out to dance and rub against mine in a sinuous play.

I shuddered, intoxicated by him.

He cupped my breasts and stroked his thumbs around my nipples, drawing them into tight, hot points that pulsed in time with my racing heart.

Heat arrowed down, gathering in my core.

I wiggled, straining to get closer. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him in, but when I went to rub against him, he reached back and unhooked my legs. “Slow down,” he murmured, pulling away, his mouth once more roaming down to trail along my neck. “Is there a big rush?”

“I just want you,” I said, heat scalding my cheeks as I told him.

He cupped my face in his hand, angling my head back. “You have me.” Nicco swept me up into his arms and spun around, laying me back on the kitchen island behind me. “I’m right here.”

I lay there, my back on the cool surface of the island as he reached for the waistband of my jeans, freeing the button. His fingers slid across my navel, dipped below the lacy band of my panties before retreating.

My heart thudded hard against my ribs. Pushing up onto my elbows, I watched him. He levered himself up over me and bent down until our mouths were just a breath away.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his head a fraction more and rubbing his nose against mine. “I see you in my sleep. I taste you in my dreams. You’re starting to haunt me, Ravenna.”

I closed the distance between us and pressed my mouth to his.

He let me kiss him for a moment, but before I could take the kiss any deeper, he broke away, urging me flat to my back.

“I’ve got things I want to do to you,” he whispered against my lips.

“Then do them. Quit teasing me,” I demanded, reaching for him again.

He caught my wrists and pressed them to the island by my sides. “Be still,” he said. “Otherwise, I might have to get your cuffs out.”

He swatted at my hip playfully as he said it and winked at me.

Heat burst through my belly, and my breath caught.

He saw the reaction too. His hands returned to my wrists, and he dragged them over my head, our torsos once more aligned. “You like the idea of that, Ravenna? Want me to cuff you? Maybe bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind?”

The heat that came then was molten, like lava flowing through my veins, and I couldn’t even form the words to tell him, so I just mutely nodded yes.

He made a noise low in his throat. “You want to drive me crazy. You were put on earth to do it.” He kissed me, hard and fast, pulling back just as I opened my mouth. “Next time,” he muttered. “But this time…we’re taking it slow.”

I would have told him I didn’t want slow, but my mind was already going through a melt-down.

As he dragged his chest over my bared nipples, I arched up, needing a deeper contact.

He denied me though, letting go of my hands and straightening so that he stood over me. He trailed his hands down my arms, along my shoulders, then down over my breasts, leaving shivers of sensation in his wake.

The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of my jeans, and I arched up, instinct driving me.

He didn’t stop, though, not until he reached the apex of my thighs.

There, he pressed both thumbs to the groove between my legs.

I cried out, startled, delighted by the touch. Rocking up against him, I tried to deepen the contact. My jeans impeded him, but I could feel my panties sliding wet and slick against me.

“Are you already wet for me, Ravenna?” he asked, massaging me through my jeans.

I nodded, panting as I continued to move against his touch. Reaching down, I caught one of his wrists, holding him as I rocked my hips.

“Tell me. Say it out loud.”

My cheeks burned, but modesty was quickly dying. “I’m wet for you, Nicco.”

A saturnine smile lit his lean face, and he shifted, one hand falling away, the other moving to cup me completely. “Just how wet are you, Ravenna?”

I gasped as he pressed the heel of his hand to me. “So wet, Nicco. I want you.”

He crushed his mouth to mine, yanking me upright until our torsos were plastered together. I felt his heart racing, pounding against mine, despite the layers of clothing still separating us. His layers. I grabbed the jacket he wore and shoved it off his shoulders. Once it fell away, he reached up and fought with his tie, jerking at it until he could pull it free. I moved to work on the buttons of his shirt, and soon, he was as bare from the waist up as I was.

He brought our bodies together. His heat collided with mine and I shivered in response, curling around him and pulling his head down so I could kiss him.

He reached for the waistband of my jeans, suddenly as impatient as I’d been.

Tugging at the tight denim as they tangled around my legs, they eventually broke away, and he knelt in front of me, dragging them the rest of the way off.

I braced my hands on the island behind me, because even though the jeans were gone now, he was still kneeling.

He had his eyes locked on the curls between my thighs, and he flicked a look up at me. “I taste you in my dreams,” he muttered. He cupped my hips and tugged.

My knees went a little weak as I spread my thighs for him.

He licked me, a bold, decisive stroke of his tongue that opened me for him, bottom to top. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, I shoved the other into his hair. “Nicco…” I whimpered as he shifted and flicked his tongue against my clit.

He did it again, and again, making me shudder.

“That’s it,” he muttered against me, his voice thick.

He cupped my ass and pressed his face more completely against me. “I want to eat you up.”

I couldn’t complain. Assuming I could even speak. All I seemed capable of were weak moans and a few pitiful attempts at his name as he worked my clit, using teeth and tongue.

When he pushed two fingers inside my cunt, I wailed out his name, my knees almost giving way underneath me.

He caught me, twisting and moving, easing me down onto the floor where he pushed my thighs wide and grabbed my ass, shoving it up in the air as he feasted on my wet, slick flesh.

He stabbed his tongue into me before stroking it over my clitoris, again and again.

Tiny chills raced through me, and I scrabbled at the floor, desperate for something to hold on to. But there was nothing and the orgasm was almost on me.

It hit me hard and fast, and I moaned out his name.

He seemed to be waiting for just that.

In the next breath, he rose up over me and tore at the button of his pants, then his fly, dragging it down and revealing the heavy, veined weight of his shaft. He palmed himself once, stroked up and down, then he gripped his length, arrowed the head between my legs and covered me. I reached up, bracing my hands on his shoulders as he wedged his cock at my entrance.

His mouth took mine as he thrust deep.

A second later, we both froze.

“I didn’t put on a rubber,” he whispered against my lips.

I stared at him, wide-eyed. He felt…different inside me. His cock was ridged, hotter, rubbing me in ways he hadn’t before. He shuddered, and it made me shiver because I felt his cock pulsate inside my cunt.

He rolled his hips slightly, his neck arching, the veins standing out. “Do I need to stop, Ravenna?” he demanded.

I whimpered, unable to keep myself from clenching around him. “I…I don’t know. Do you?”

His eyes met mine. “Logic says yes. But I’m clean. And I don’t want to stop. I will if you tell me to. But make up your mind…now…”

Logic told me the same thing – he should stop.

I hated logic. Twining my legs around his hips, I arched closer and clenched around him. “Don’t stop.”

He shuddered again, one palm slapping down on the tile beside my head. “Fuck me…” He breathed the words out slowly, almost reverently. He came down on me, slowly spearing me with his thick cock. I shuddered, feeling myself stretch around him. It felt so different, intense, felt every ridge, every flutter.

His mouth sought out the curve of my neck, and I cupped the back of his neck as he bit me, urging him on.

He seated himself deep inside me, and I caught my breath, groaning as he started to withdraw. I moaned his name, catching him behind the hips and pulling him back to me.

He came to me, his mouth hungry and hot. I opened for him as he thrust his tongue past my lips, echoing the rhythm of his hips.

One hand skimmed up and cupped my breast, his fingers plucking and working my nipple until it throbbed.

Heat coiled in my belly, all-consuming. My heart raced so hard, it felt like it might explode inside my chest.

As the orgasm loomed closer. Nicco moved faster, shoving up onto his knees and catching my thighs, pushing them wide, palming my butt in his hands. “Ravenna…” It shuddered out of him in a harsh groan. I grabbed his wrists, twisting against him.

His cock swelled, scraped over the bundled bed of nerves buried inside me, and I exploded. He was right behind me. I felt it as he climaxed, the way his cock jolted, then the wet splash as he came inside me.

“Nicco…” I whispered his name against his lips, pushing my fingers into his hair.

He rubbed his mouth against mine and wrapped his arms around me, sliding down until he could rest his head between my breasts.

He nuzzled me then, and it made my heart flip over. I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him tight as I lifted up and pressed a kiss to his crown. “Stay?” I whispered.

He caught one of my hands and brought it to his lips. It was answer enough.