“You need to act right, and then we’ll see,” was her saucy response.
Mmm, that spice again.
For once, he didn’t have the patience to fight her and drag this out. With three strides, he was by her side, she was in his arms, and they were down on the bed.
22
HIS
DANI
Thank God.
She couldn’t wait for Nico to fuck her. The man who’d told her he loved her. The first man to say that to her with any real meaning. And oh, how she loved him too. But saying the words and exposing herself to him that way had been hard. Those words felt strange in her mouth. It was her first time saying it to a man, with meaning.
The body, though. The body spoke words all on its own, and he understood her body’s language perfectly. Nico took the lead, and she let him, shivering as he handled her flesh with the skill and ease of someone who’d studied and learned all its dips and curves. Every spot had been memorized, along with how to kiss it, how to stroke it, what speed was just right, and how much pressure she needed to draw the response he was seeking.
Nico’s Scientific Method in play. And he was fucking good at his work.
“Hang on a second…”
Wondering what he was doing, Dani waited while he reached over for something on the nightstand. It was the jar of honey he’d bought earlier that day. He unscrewed the lid and regained his spot on the bed, kneeling over her. Candlelight flickered on his skin, highlighting the perfection of his physique in buttery gold tones. She had to catch her breath at the sight of him, at the way he regarded her with such tenderness while he dipped his fingers in the jar and painted her breasts with the dulcet treat.
The scent of honey and lemons surrounded her as he sucked the flavor from her nipples. It felt amazing—shefelt amazing as he tongued away every last bit of it. Next, he poured the viscous liquid in a sinuous trail from her breastbone to her belly. It felt too good when he licked it off her heated flesh—when he dipped his tongue in the pool he’d created in her belly button. She quivered when he poured the sugary-sweet goodness between her legs.
“Whoever has to wash these sheets tomorrow is going to be so pissed at you,” she said, but he didn’t join in with the humor, for once serious.
Nico put the jar down and went back to his spot between her thighs. When he latched those full lips onto her clit, he groaned at the new taste, and her hips bucked involuntarily. She pressed one hand over her mouth to cover her yelp at the wet warmth of his tongue licking around the hood while he pressed that long, thick middle finger into her passage.
She tugged her nipples to heighten the pleasure, still wet from being sucked clean. He glanced up and saw what she was doing, how big and dark her nipples were between her own restless plucking fingers, and his groan of lustful approval vibrated against her flesh.
“Damn, Dani. So fucking sexy”—stroke, lick, slide, suck—“Be a good girl and come for me,bella. Don’t worry. You don’t have to be quiet here. Let go.”
Her legs were trembling; it didn’t take long. One more glide of that finger soaked in her honeyed juices, one last dance of his tongue on her clit, and she took off with a loud cry, hips arching to pump her pussy into his greedy mouth. He drank what she gave him and finished her off with gentle, shushing kisses to her mound, then left a wet trail as he kissed her still-quivering thighs. His bristled jaw was sticky when he rubbed it against the sensitive skin, and her answering laugh was breathless.
“All better now?” he asked, looking up with that sinful grin.
“Yes, thank you. Much better,” she sighed with relief.
Nico climbed back up to kiss her long and slow. On his lips and his scruff, she smelled and tasted herself. The remains of the honey and her natural cream were blended like candied lemons with undertones of salt. Now she was almost too relaxed, and he smiled down at her.
“You’re not going to sleep on me, are you?”
“No way,” she whispered and pulled his head down for more kisses.
“Are you sure? Because you do look sleepy.”
His grin was the sexiest tease ever as he lay his heavy, masculine body on her curves, sliding between her legs.
“Maybe you’re the one who’s too tired,” she taunted, opening wider for him. “Sure you’re not the one who’s gonna tap out?”
Dani moaned low when he pressed his cock between her crease so she could feel the veiny ridge all the way from her entrance to her clit. Despite having had a rather awesome orgasm already, she was suddenly starving for more of this. She needed him inside her, but he was playing games.
But the way he was looking at her, his eyes serious and his grin fading, she knew he wasn’t teasing her for fun. Nico began rubbing up and down, and her breath escaped her in a trembling exhale.
“Why are you waiting?” she urged.
She pressed lower with her hips, for a moment dazed by the delight of that rock-hard length pressing into her bud. Then she arched her back until his cock followed the line of her lips to her entrance. Pushing down, she swiveled her hips and caught the head, and he sank in. He flushed, his eyes going sleepy at how fucking good this felt, but he stopped before she could absorb all of him. He pulled out, but not all the way, working her with the heart-shaped cap.
