“You like that?” Nick asked. Rather than switch to another move, he brushed his chin back and forth. It should hurt, the tips of his whiskers poking into her throbbing flesh. But the image of the chin she’d nibbled on grinding against her chased away any pain.
Her back began to arch, sending Emma falling to the counter. A warm hand swept behind her, keeping her in place. Teeth nibbled on her inner thigh, and she spread her legs wider.
“Damn,” Nick sighed. He worried his thumbs up the creases of her thighs and panted against her wet pussy. “You taste incredible. I’ve never been so hard just…”
The hot tongue swept over her clit. Emma’s head fell back, her neck a noodle as pleasure chased through her body. She struggled to breathe, her entire lower half on fire.
“Nick. Please…please…”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and Emma lost control. The balls of her feet slammed into his shoulders, forcing Nick deeper into her. He wrapped his arms behind her thighs, using his biceps to tuck her closer, as his tongue swept and swirled over her clit.
“I…I…” She panted, swaying her hips to compliment his licks. With one last swirl of his tongue, Emma collapsed into orgasm. Flames swept from her pulsing thighs up to her chest. She gasped, fighting to drink in oxygen. Her head grew fuzzy and the whole of her lower body clenched around him. Nick kept licking until Emma wrapped her legs around the back of his neck. With one final move, he planted his chin on his clit, and she pressed back, riding the echoes of pleasure storming through her.
It had to be an hour before Nick slipped her legs off him. Slowly, she sunk towards the floor, all of her limbs jelly. Warm hands caught her naked hips, keeping her upright. “That was amazing.” In her state, she couldn’t think, only say the first thing in her brain.
Nick undid the knot in the towel. Sharp light cut into her eyes, but as she blinked it away, she stared in awe at the naked chest before her. Strong and trim, Emma’s heart skipped a beat at his physique. He didn’t need the six-pack abs of a twenty-year-old gym rat when he had the tongue of a god.
After tossing the towel aside, Nick cupped her chin. He brushed his thumb over her lips and smiled. “You nearly made me come in my pants.” The dreamy look in his eyes snapped to panic.
Emma slipped her hands behind his back, holding him in place. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” she declared and kissed him. The remnants of her orgasm coated his scruff, scenting the air with sex. As she parted her mouth, willing his talented tongue back inside of her, Emma felt the proof of how hard his cock was.
Slowly, she traced her fingers down his chest. Her pinkie found the scars on his stomach, and her index followed that treasure trail like Indiana Jones. “Ever since I saw you in the bath…” She cupped around his rock-hard erection. Nick gulped, his eyes closing as his head tipped back. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WHERE THE HELL did he put one?
Nick left a naked, beautiful woman who couldn’t stop reaching under his pants in order to find a condom. There was a ninety-eight percent chance he didn’t have anything in the back office, but he needed to cool his head before he did something amazingly stupid. Emphasis on the amazing. The way she’d curled her legs as she came was…
Not helping him.
He rifled through the desk, hurling stacks of folders to the ground. It’d be romantic if he wasn’t in a panicking hurry. There was the drawer full of old rubber bands and tape.Do not make your own.What kind of a man didn’t carry at least one on himself at all times? You know, in the rare event a bus of supermodels broke down and they needed a strong man to give it a push.
The idea sounded damn near as ludicrous as a bedroom-eyed Emma waiting for him on the counter. Nick was tempted to throw a coat on and brave the blizzard for a pack when he yanked open a drawer in a dusty filing cabinet and a tampon rolled out. Underneath was the permission slip for Sex Ed and a…
“Yes!”
A single plain white square still in the packaging sat above the notes. No doubt it was meant to be used on a banana and would feel like a rubber glove around his cock, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t expired, it’d work.
Proud of his find, Nick dashed for the door and paused. He took a deep breath to calm himself and combed his hair. The throbbing between his legs slowed.He could go all night, no problem. Wringing a hand over his chin, the scent of Emma filled his nose. His cock hardened back to his early twenties in a heartbeat.
Pushing open the door, his jaw nearly hit the floor. Her mahogany hair draped across one shoulder, obscuring one petal pink nipple while the other was in full display. The warm lights of the Christmas tree highlighted her smiling cheeks as she crossed one foot in front of the other. Her short legs were as lean as a faun’s. Nick feared he might break them if he wasn’t gentle. But as he watched her run her hand through her hair, her thighs crossed to form a tantalizing t, the blood surged in him.
Nick took her in one arm, curled it around her waist, and pulled her onto her tiptoes. Her little hands landed on his chest for leverage, and he raised her off of her feet. “There’s nothing hotter than a woman in socks,” he growled before kissing her harder than ever. Emma’s little yelp drew out the primal need he’d been beating into submission.
Wrapping one forearm under her ass, Nick pressed her back against the counter’s edge and swatted a buttock. She cried out in shock, her eyes opened wide.Oh shit, was that too much?He kissed her lips in response and tenderly brushed his palm over the warm print on her ass.
“What do you want? The rough, hair pulling or gentle screwing?” He panted in her ear, ready for either possibility.
Emma lifted her legs, her little feet tugging on his jeans. They slipped off his hips, hitting the floor with a thud, and she curled her toes around his freed cock. Impish mischief filled her sweet face. She nibbled on her lip while running her feet up him. “I want you.”
Surging for her, Nick licked her ear and bit right on the edge. She squealed, and he jerked his hips. Emma clung to him, and she wrapped her palm around his cock. “I’ve wanted to ride you since I saw you.”
“Even though I’m an old grouch who hates everything?” Nick groaned, giving in to her gentle sweeps up his shaft and under his balls. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Seems you like something.”
Too much!He latched onto her wrist and yanked it away. God, how could she undo him so fast?
