Page 37 of Texas Tycoon's Christmas Fiancée
She wanted him and she was crossing a line where there would be no turning back. She was also on the verge of accepting Nick’s marriage proposal and then they would be making love every night. She would not stop him tonight. If marriage loomed she wanted him now before she made her decision, yet deep in her heart, she was inclined to say yes to Nick and take the breathtaking proposition he offered. Say yes and gain the world for herself and for Michael.
Nick’s kisses and caresses reclaimed her attention and she forgot his proposition as she clung to him and returned his passion.
“Are you protected?” he asked, and she leaned away slightly.
“No,” she answered.
“I can take care of it.” He kissed her again until she forgot about his question or their brief conversation. He swept her into his arms and carried her to place her on the sofa. Picking up his trousers, he removed his billfold, retrieving a packet in foil.
She watched him, marveling at his strong body, virile and fit. He returned to kneel to kiss her, starting at her feet and working his way up until he moved between her legs and let his tongue travel where his fingers had played.
“Nick,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue dallied across her belly, drifting higher to give attention to each of her breasts, and then he moved over her to kiss her, his weight solid.
She kissed him until he shifted, kneeling between her open legs. His gaze traveled deliberately over her. “You’re stunning.” She watched his strong, well-formed hands as he put on the condom and then he lowered himself to enter her, filling her slowly, causing her to arch to meet him.
“Nick.” She cried his name again, pulling his shoulders closer, running her hand down over his broad back and his firm buttocks. She locked her long legs around him, in motion with him, carried on a spiral of passion.
Nick slipped an arm around her, holding her, kissing her as he thrust slowly and withdrew, setting her on fire with need.
“Love me,” she cried, her hips arching against him. His control held and he continued to pleasure her until her pulse roared in her ears and nothing existed for her except Nick’s body pleasuring hers.
Finally his control shattered. He pumped faster, Grace moving with him as her need reached a climax. Carried high, she crashed with satisfaction that washed over her. She held him tightly while he shuddered with his release. His body was sweat covered, as heated as hers.
With a galloping heart, she gasped for breath until he kissed her passionately again, moving with her, slowing now. His breathing was heavy, irregular as her own.
“Nick, how I wanted you.” She could never go back to feeling remote from him the way she had before.
“Ah, Grace, you’re unbelievable, better than I had hoped, and I expected the world. We’ll be great. You can’t argue that one,” he whispered, showering light kisses on her face while he held her. “This is a Christmas to remember. Make it extraordinarily special. Be my Christmas fiancée.”
Christmas fiancée. How tempting Nick could be.
Slowly she cooled and caught her breath while she remained locked in his embrace, one with him and for now, no dissension between them.
“I want you in my bed every night. I would have without the proposal,” Nick said, studying her, and her heart missed a beat over the promise of passion in his eyes. In that moment, she was certain she would fall in love with him. Particularly if he turned out to be a great father to Michael.
She combed raven locks off his forehead and Nick leaned down to kiss her. “Say yes, Grace. It’ll be good for everyone. You won’t have regrets.”
“I’ll have a hundred second thoughts and possibly dissatisfaction,” she said, certain she would. “But I’ll admit, I’m considering your proposal because Michael and I would gain. And it would keep your father from ever taking Michael away from me. I don’t think a court would take a baby from the guardian mother, but I’m not a blood relative and your dad is. Plus he has the power and the money to win what he wants. He probably knows judges and has the best attorneys, whereas I can’t possibly have the resources to put up much of a fight.”
“Lamentably for you, that’s right. My dad knows he can get what he wants.” Nick rolled over, holding her tightly and keeping her with him as they squeezed together on her sofa.
“Next time we find a bed,” he said.
“I have two bedrooms. One is empty now.”
“That sounds promising. Can that be an invitation for me to stay?”
She smiled, tracing his lips with her fingers. “I suppose it is since you asked. Nick, I want to talk to my attorney about this.”
“Fine. I had a prenup drawn up. It’s in the car, so I’ll get it before I leave. You can look at it and make changes, but everything you’ll get is in the document.”
“You’re so sure of yourself, it’s revolting,” she said. “You already have the prenup. Your arrogance has always been obvious.”
“But adorable,” he said in fun. “I’m sure of myself because this is a good deal. Grace, I don’t give up my bachelor freedom lightly. I’ve thought about this.”
“You want your inheritance as badly as your father wants Michael. Neither of you is accustomed to losing.”
“You’ve managed to resist both of us pretty well so far. Frankly, I’d say you’re the winner in this battle.”
