Warm cream seeped from her pussy and dampened her panties. Erotic need to have him inside her made her cry out his name and then he was tugging her panties over her hips and down her legs. Eagerly, she stumbled out of her garment and spread her legs.
She’d expected him to stand back up, and thrust his cock into her, but her mind and body shattered when his mouth covered her clit. With gentle strokes, his lips sensually tugged at her pussy lips, and then he dabbed his tongue at her ultrasensitive clit, instantly destroying her self-control. She bucked and arched her hips and welcomed the fiery sensations convulse through her.
Holding tight to his firm muscular shoulders, she felt them flex and move in solid form beneath her fingers as his hands clasped her upper thighs, holding her, bracing her.
Cream flowed down her channel, out of her and into his mouth. She could hear him slurping, growling in appreciation as he drank.
As he suckled her, the storm inside her built and raged. Before long, she was panting and on the edge of something so beautiful she swore she’d never felt like this before. Another firm swipe of his tongue against her clit, another knee-melting suck on her pussy lips and Summer exploded.
Pleasure uncurled and rocked into every nerve in her body. It rushed through her like a wild fever. She was shattering and her mind was screaming and God help her she was dying. An inferno of pleasure lashed her. She was keening and loving the sensations.
Suddenly Nick was stopping, his hands left her thighs and for a moment, she thought she would topple in a sudden state of unbalance, but then he was there.
All of him. His mouth fused onto hers, his hands braced her hips and his cock pushed against the entrance of her pussy.
“Are you a virgin?” he mumbled against her mouth. His voice was harsh, his breaths frantic.
“No,” she breathed. For heaven’s sake! Now was not the time to go into this.
He groaned and she trembled at the incredible fullness as his thick flesh filled her vagina. His shaft was hot, and steel-hard as it pressed against her ultra-sensitive pussy muscles. Muscles, which clamped tightly around him, hugging his flesh, drawing him deeper.
He fit so perfectly. So beautifully.
As he started thrusting, an orgasm slammed into her.
Scorching pleasure. Mindless lust. Sharp awareness of her body and mind moving together as powerful sensations carried her into a white-hot destroying high. An addictive, wonderful high.
He continued thrusting into her, bringing her down and then up again into the mindless pleasure she wanted more and more of.
She whimpered into his kisses as pleasure waves rocked and rolled through her. She gyrated her hips and bucked her thighs, and her spasming pussy made love to his long cock.
He fucked her for an incredibly long time. His body pressing her into the wall with his every rhythmic thrust, his fiery mouth, rough and then gentle, keeping her off balance.
His tongue stroked between her lips, conquering her senses. He kept her dazed as his body loved hers, bringing so many releases out of her, she had no idea that she could come so many times.
Finally, she felt sated from her orgasms, her legs limp with exhaustion and her gasps weak. Her body was humming as he continued to piston his shaft into her, his thrusts growing harder and faster.
She heard him groan, the sound animalist and so severe, she thought he was in pain.
“Brace yourself, baby,” he growled in a strangled voice and she wasn’t sure what he meant until his hands left her hips and he was withdrawing his cock from her. The muscles beneath her fingertips went wild, jerking and moving and then she heard the slap of liquid and knew he must be ejaculating outside of her, instead of in.
Of course, birth control, she thought numbly. At least one of them was thinking. A moment later, he was whispering into her ear.
“Come on, let’s get into bed. You look beat.”
She smiled as he led her by hand to the bed. Climbing in beneath the comforter, she was glad when he clambered in beside her. He swept her into his arms, his body so welcome and hot against hers. She nestled her cheek against his shoulder and she heard him whisper goodnight.
She slept.
Hard. Aching. Aroused.
Lying beside Summer, her seductive curves burning into him while he stared at the dark ceiling, was pure torture. The wind storm was going strong outside. Window panes rattled. Branches scraped the window and things were dropping onto the roof. But he paid none of that any attention.
Especially when all he could think about was Summer, lying in his arms, fast asleep after coming several times. He shouldn’t have let her fall asleep. Should have laid her on her back and taken her again and again. But just gazing at her weary face, after he’d fucked her against the wall, made him realize she was still recuperating from a head injury, hence her sleepiness. Just as the doctor predicted.
He could have easily gone on all night long pleasuring her, but those nights would wait until she got better.
Oh man, he couldn’t believe how easily he’d fallen for her sultry looks as she’d gazed up at him. It had brought back that night he’d kissed her ten years ago. He’d been so close to taking her back to his hotel room. But she was a nice girl. A young woman who didn’t need a guy ten years her senior screwing her brains out. Besides, her brother would probably have killed him if he’d taken advantage of her that way.
Nick grinned. She was still a nice girl but naughty too. Being bold enough to tell him she wanted him to fuck her. Hey, when a woman he’d secretly loved for so long asked him to fuck her, he better well do it, if he knew what was good for him.
Loving her was awesome. Taking her breasts into his hands, her nipples into his mouth then suckling her pussy, caressing her clit, feeling her body tighten as he’d slid his cock into her, all of it was absolutely mind-blowing.
Shit! He had Summer Colby in his bed. Okay, so technically it wasn’t his bed, but still, it was like a dream. And if it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
Odd how things happened so fast. Finding her missing from her bed. The clutching fear in his heart at the thought the son of a bitch killer had taken her. His fear for her safety had been his undoing. For years, he’d sworn to himself she was totally off limits and then suddenly it had all unraveled.
He’d made love to her for the same reasons she’d wanted him to. To experience what could have happened ten years ago. To live a past that should have been, had he been a stronger man and gone after what he wanted. Her. And to hell with anybody who didn’t like that idea.
Regrets?
Hell, he’d have to deal with any in the morning. Right now, he just wanted to be beside her and feel her heat and drown himself in her delicate scent.
Burying his face into her fluffy hair, he heard her whimper in her sleep. Nick cradled her tighter and for a long heart stopping moment, he tried to imagine not having Summer in his life. The ache was breathtaking and a horrible hollowness swept through him at the thought. She’d been super lucky that Mary had come back into the gallery when she had and scared the son of a bitch killer away.
He clenched his jaws and forced himself not to imagine what might have happened to her. If he didn’t stop thinking about it, he’d lose his mind. He knew the best way to protect Summer and other young women the killer might target was to catch him as soon as possible. That meant getting as much information out of Summer as he could and sending it to the cops. They could add the information to the pattern used by the serial killer. In the meantime, he’d just have to deal with the fallout of what had happened between them tonight and hope he didn’t hurt her in the process.
Summer told herself she could handle what happened between them last night. Told herself it was just a fling for both of them. Nothing permanent. Yet at the same time, she ached to have him in her life as her man. The wild way she’d felt every time he made her orgasm was more than she could ever have hoped for. Absolutely perfect. More than perfect. Her breasts still felt heavy from
the arousal. Her nipples still throbbed from his mouth and there was this intense erotic need to be filled again. How easily he’d caved to her request he make love to her.
Had it been for old time’s sake? Or did he still feel something for her?
A soft snoring sound erupted from Nick and Summer smiled, stretching her arms outside of the warm comforter. She found the air a bit chilled and brought her arms in again, snuggling against her human furnace.
Oh, he felt so good. All hard muscles. He smelled of sex and man. Very sexy man.
Gosh, that sex had been awesome. Unbelievable. Raw, intense and perfect. She wanted more of him. A whole lot more and if she could keep her emotions to herself and ensure she didn’t make him feel obligated to stay with her just because they’d made love, she just might get more scorching sex with the man she secretly loved.
Those were the thoughts scrambling through her brain as Summer slowly awakened. Opening her eyes, she gasped softly at finding the blurry shadows were now a bit clearer and maybe her sight was even a touch brighter? Her heart leapt with a bubbly giddy happiness that made her want to shout from the rooftops and for a split second she almost woke Nick to tell him the good news. But then she stopped herself.
No, she wouldn’t share the news with him. At least not yet. Things could still get worse again and the last thing she wanted was to get everybody’s hopes up, especially hers. It was hard not to wish for her sight to return. So hard. But, she reassured herself, whatever was happening to her eyesight must be happening for the better and that had to be a good thing. She would wait and see if things continued to improve.
In the meantime, she needed to get up and start working, no matter how much she wanted to languish here in her sexy man’s arms. No matter how much she craved exploring his body. That he’d stayed in bed with her after making love meant something. She doubted he would be spending much time on the couch, not after how easily she’d been able to get him to fuck her last night.
Summer’s smile widened. After last night’s searing sexcapade, she doubted Nick would want to do anything else when he woke up. If she could get in a couple of hours work in the meantime, then she’d have more time to cater to his needs. And hers.
Warmth splashed over Summer’s arms from the sunshine that must be streaming in the bay window as she whittled away at a new block of wood. After a quick shower, she’d headed into the living room to the table and her carvings. But she hadn’t been able to work on her current works-in-progress. Not after what she’d experienced last night.
Excitement shot through her in spades at the thought of Nick seeing how far she’d come with this new sculpture already this morning. She couldn’t wait for his reaction. What would he think of it? Would he grin at the art, comment on how erotic it looked and make breakfast? Or would the art inspire him enough to drag her over to the couch and fuck her like she wanted?
She hoped it would be the latter. Because she was starved for another fuck session with Nick. Then they could have breakfast because she was starving that way too.
Nick stood at the bedroom door, his erection throbbing like a bitch, as he watched Summer work. Buttery sunshine streamed into the bay window, illuminating gold highlights in her strawberry red tresses. He hadn’t realized she had gold highlights in her hair.
She looked cute sitting there on the chair and just watching her made warm happiness uncoil somewhere deep inside him. She wore blue jeans and a pink t-shirt with a low neckline, the tightness of her top accenting her generous breasts. Her pink lips were pursed in concentration and her carving knife moved confidently as she cut. From where he stood, he could easily make out what she was sculpting from that block of wood and damn if his cheeks weren’t warming up. Man, was he blushing? He never blushed! It was an unfamiliar reaction and his throat tightened with emotion.
She was recreating last night in wood. A female standing and a male on his knees going down on her.
He grinned. Talk about inspiration. What other interesting poses could he get her into before making love to her?
Okay, he had to stop thinking with his cock. He was her bodyguard. He had to control himself and do his job of protecting her. From the killer and himself. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt. Especially by him. Not hurting her was a mantra he’d been sticking to for years and within a blink of an eye it had all crumbled last night.
Before the car accident, he’d known her almost three years. For two thirds of that time Nick thought of Summer only as a kid sister to his best friend. Then he thought of her as a friend and then considered her family. She became a girl he should protect.
Last night, seeing her naked and aroused, he knew she wanted him. Knew if she really didn’t want anything to do with him, she would have sent him packing and told her brother to send another bodyguard. But she didn’t.
She trusted him enough to allow him to bring her to a secluded place and stay here. Just the two of them. There had been something in her eyes since he saw her in the hospital. It was there every time she looked at him. Something that made his heart melt for her. Something that touched his entire body, mind and spirit. In other words, he had it bad for her.
“Don’t be shy. Come on over,” she called out.
He realized while he’d been thinking she’d turned her head toward him, obviously sensing he stood there.
“I want to show you something,” she said and he swore her gaze followed him as he walked over to where she worked. He decided to forgo the clothing he’d left on the couch last night. She didn’t have to know he was naked and wanting her again.
“Hi,” he said, wondering if maybe he should kiss her good morning.
Shit! He felt so awkward. Like a teenager after having sex for the very first time. Not knowing what to do the morning after. Another first.
Her mouth curled into a heart-stopping grin and her eyes were staring up at him like she was actually seeing him and reading his mind. Her look shook him right to his core.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Her gaze was right on him. Obviously, she sensed something was going on with him. Hell, he was used to having sex with women. Just not with The Woman. This sudden and unexpected turn of events had him feeling out of whack with reality and out of touch with his promise to himself he’d never hurt Summer.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she spoke again, her smile disintegrating fast. He realized that she wasn’t confident about what had happened between them last night either. Or maybe she had been expecting him to kiss her?
Shit! This morning wasn’t going at all the way he’d planned, was it? Upon awakening and finding her gone, he’d only wanted to find her and make love to her again.
“I’ve been watching you work. You’re beautiful.”
“Keep those kinds of compliments coming and you’ll never go wrong.”
He gazed down at her art. Now that he was closer, he couldn’t help but gasp in surprise at the sheer intimacy of her work. Although she hadn’t put the details in yet, his imagination was running wild at the erotic pose.
“Last night was inspiration, I presume.” His voice suddenly sounded thick and lusty.
She grinned. “And hopefully more inspiration this morning.”
Wow. This was getting way too serious.
“Summer, as I said last night, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only thing that’s hurting me right now is not having you inside me.”
Shit. Had she always been this bold and he’d never noticed?
“Um, maybe we should talk about this…” Maybe he should just shut the hell up and give them both what they wanted. They were consenting adults after all.
She was standing now, gently placing her wooden sculpture on the table. She turned to him and he held his breath as she reached up and touched his jaw. Her fingertips were warm and feathery as they found his lips and traced them. Her gaze latched onto his mouth. Then she was rising on her tiptoes and her warm mouth fused with his.
Whoa! T
alk about fireworks. He was seeing them big-time as he closed his eyes and melted against her curves. Her arms curled around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. The walls he’d fought so hard to erect over the years came tumbling down yet again.
The burning pressure of her lips sent a heady rush of blood racing to parts south and he moaned at the intense shock of sensations. A voice in the back of his mind warned him he should get the hell out of here right about now. He should get someone else to replace him as her bodyguard, but the flowery fragrance of her hair, the sweet impact of her warm mouth on his and her soft curves pressing in around him had the idea of leaving suddenly not registering.
The lovable urgency of her kiss had him reacting in the moment. Raising his hands, he sifted his fingers through her fluffy hair and held her head still as he devoured her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between her lips, he savored her flavor, loved the scent of her breath and enjoyed her sensual whimpers.
When they both came up for air, they were gasping and she was giggling, the sound so musical it injected adrenaline right into his system. Fresh urgency slammed into him and he had to have her. Now. Had to experience more of this woman who scattered his self-control to the wind.
“Now that’s what I call a good morning kiss, Nick,” she said breathlessly. Her cheeks were flushed pink with excitement and her eyes glazed with happiness and need.
“You should see my good afternoon and good night kisses,” he joked, suddenly remembering how at ease he’d always been with her when they’d been just friends. However that had all changed when he realized he had feelings for her.
Her smile deepened. “I look forward to experiencing them. But first—”
She surprised him when she fused her mouth over his again and gave him such a fascinating kiss she had his head reeling and all caution drifting away. Opening her mouth with his tongue, he went deep into her, exploring every angle of her moist cavern. He tasted her. Savored her. Loved her. That last thought had him almost pulling out of the kiss. But her sweet lips reeled him right back under again.
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