“Is it?” He dropped his gaze to her chest and her eyes followed. She gasped, seeing the betrayal of her desire and crossed her arms to cover up.
“You are such a tool.”
He grinned. “A tool that’s right.”
Dana took a deep breath, clutching the door knob as she exhaled. “It’s not wise, Nicholas.”
“Who cares? We’re both adults.”
“Who are wrong for each other.”
“Why?”
She sighed; her expression filled with pain that lasted for a couple seconds before it disappeared. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then let’s not.” The longer he stood there, the more he wanted her. Maybe it was the chase, or the unknown, but the thought of burying himself inside Dana brought a rush that made him lightheaded. A day ago, sleeping with her had been the furthest from his mind. Now it was all he could think about. “Invite me in, Dana,” he whispered.
Dana let loose a rough breath before backing into the apartment, her eyes on him. She left the door open and he entered.
He gave her living room a sweeping gaze, noting how the décor matched the owner. Simple but stylish, with a splash of color that came from the coral modular sofa that faced her TV against the wall. Every other piece of furniture and accessories came with white and pearl tones.
“This is a terrible idea,” she murmured, throwing her purse to the couch.
“There’s one way to find out…” No time to linger; not when he wanted her so much. Not when she could change her mind any minute. He pulled her to him, his eyes lingering over her face for a moment before bringing his lips to hers. The kiss was even sweeter than last night, and his soft licks had more purpose. Last night was the appetizer, a tease. Tonight he wanted her hot and wet and ready for all of him.
Her response came with fire and demand. She wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his strokes with hard ones of her own, kissing with such fervor, touching him with rapid movements wherever her hands could reach. It was if she couldn’t get enough and he loved it. Loved the way her touch devastated him. He gave himself to the moment, to her, surrendering everything, hoping she sensed his love for her in his kiss.
She moaned, tugging at his top before breaking the kiss and pulling it over his head.
Her hot eyes skimmed his chest and a soft whimper came before she rushed him again, devouring his mouth. They became one, their bodies blending until there was no way to tell where one began or ended. It was sweet torture, her taste in his mouth, her cool hands caressing his blazing torso. He was on fire for her, and there was only one way to put out the flame.
Slowing down, he reached around to unzip her dress. It dropped to her feet, giving him a full view of her beautiful body, the full breasts covered by a lacy bra, her flat tummy, the curve of her hips and the plump jewel that stood between her thighs, hidden behind a thong.
His cock came alive, fueled by the vision before him. When dressed, Dana had the power to stop highway traffic. Naked, she could start a war.
“Stop drooling, Nicholas,” she said, reaching behind to unclasp her bra, “and finish what you started.”
He did not need further prompting. In less than a minute he removed the rest of his clothes and narrowed the space between them. Her bra hit the floor in no time and her panties followed suit. A slight moment passed before they came together in a rush, their lips exploring once more.
Soon his mouth moved from hers to the gorgeous breasts that stood to attention with an invitation for him to taste them. He accepted with a moan, clutching her breasts with both hands, his thick hair grazing her skin as he descended. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her pink, erect nipple in his mouth. She hissed, raking his hair with her fingers. “Yesss…”
While his mouth got busy, sucking her buds like a hungry man, his hand moved downwards, gliding along the slit that immediately lubricated his fingers. Her sex offered no resistance as he slid two fingers in and stroked her, slowly at first, then as her hips undulated, he picked up the pace.
“Nicholas…” Dana bent her knees, grinding against his fingers while hers left trails of heat along his back. Her soft moans were like fuel to his arousal; the greater the erotic sounds grew, the more turned on he became. Soon his erection grew as stiff as a board and more painful than he remembered. He was more than ready to lose himself in her.
He lifted her and she secured her legs around him as he walked to the accent cabinet near the window. Propping her on top, he spread her thighs and rubbed his cock up and down her slick, hot center, gauging her reaction as he did so. The raw hunger in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip and the soft purrs that came from her was something to behold. He’d never thought he’d see this side to Dana, erotically vulnerable and ready to be fucked within an inch of her life.
And he was more than willing to rock her world, to drain her of every single energy she possessed, to leave her empty and sated like no other man had before him.
Reaching for a condom in his wallet, he sheathed himself and eased inside, the motion eliciting a primal groan from Dana.
“Oh, God…” She closed her eyes, gripped his ass cheeks and pulled him further in, burying his cock to the hilt.
He paused for a moment, absorbed by the feel of her around him. But his primal need for release had him moving once more. He held her hips, sinking, then withdrawing, his muscles rippling with each movement, lines of tension running through him. Her sex hugged him, prompting him to pick up the pace. It was all he could do to keep from losing his mind within the tight, moist space.
Dana gripped the sides of the cabinet and knifed upwards, meeting his thrusts as they fucked hard and fast. As their lower bodies connected and separated, he looked down, savoring the sight of his length sawing through her.
That, and her soft moans were an erotic combination that reduced him to a lust-filled, disoriented mess. There was sex. He’d had it many times before, with women he could not remember if his life depended on it. Then there was sex with Dana; toe-curling, hair-pulling sex, one that skewed his equilibrium. This he would never forget. Not as long as he lived.
“I needed this,” Dana said, thrusting, whimpering. “It’s been too long…”
He pulled her closer to the cabinet edge and rolled his hips, dipping into the sweetness that delivered more pleasure than he’d ever gotten in his life.
Dana moaned; her eyes bleary with pleasure. “It’s so good, Nicholas,” she whispered, her hips rocking. “Too good…”
Never too good, no. But it was perfect. His cock stroked her, stretched her. Her sex clutched him each time he sank inside. It was heaven and hell at once. The sweet torture felt so right. This, making love to Dana, it was so right.
God, he wished she could feel it too.
He pressed his forehead to her shoulder as his love for her filled him to the brim. The words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to enter reality. All he needed to do was say it. But instinctively, he knew this wasn’t the time.
So, he curbed his thoughts and focused on the ecstasy her sex gave him. It pushed him to the edge where he wobbled, waiting for her to join him so they could descend together. A harsh gasp escaped her as her body jerked, signaling she’d reached her peak. He let go, his hips delivering deliberate thrusts, the orgasmic finale more intense than ever before.
Coming back to earth with his arms wrapped around Dana, contentment filled him from head to toe. This was it; there was no doubt in his mind that this was where he should be. With Dana. Home. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent.
Just tell her how you feel.
“Nicholas?”
“Mhmm?” he curled into her with a smile.
“It’s time to go.”
“Huh?” The disappointment that came was like an old friend. Five minutes hadn’t yet passed since he eased from her. He wasn’t expecting an invitation to stay the night, but thought she would have liked for him to stick around a w
hile.
Dana raised up on her arms and reached for her panties nearby. “I have an early morning. You need to go.”
“Just like that?”
“Like what?” She looked at him with obvious confusion. “This was just sex, Nicholas, nothing else. People leave after ‘just sex’.”
He bit his lower lip, willing the despondence away. He shouldn’t be, not when he realized how stubborn Dana could be. Of course, she would want to push him away. She had been doing so for years. Only this time he’d seen the evidence of something real and it gave him hope.
He’d leave, sure, but he had no intention of giving up. Not when his breakthrough seemed so close.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Are you gonna help me with this dress, or keep staring out that window?”
Dana turned from the view, giving her best friend an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” She moved towards Isabel, fastening the tiny, bejeweled buttons from the top of her butt to the center of her back where the dress began. When finished, she spun her and adjusted the diamond-studded straps of the gown, then fluffed the skirt. “There. All set.”
Isabel twirled in the mirror with a squeal before catching Dana’s reflected expression and looking to her. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” Nicholas. Again. For the hundredth time since they made love.
“Liar. You’ve been distracted ever since you got here. I know something’s on your mind.”
“It’s your day, Iz. Can we talk about me later?”
“You’re right, it’s my day and I get to choose what we discuss. Besides,” she added, her arm sweeping their hotel suite. “We’re ready with time to spare. Come on, talk to me.”
“Wait a minute. Where’s Carina?”
Isabel wagged her finger. “Nuh uh. Don’t change the subject. Carina’s gone for the bouquets downstairs. Now, talk.”
Dana took a breath before saying, “I slept with Nicholas.”
“You did not!” Isabel replied, her eyes widening before she palmed her hips. “When?”
She smiled bashfully. “Friday night, after the rehearsal dinner.”
Isabel gave her a punch on the shoulder, taking her by surprise. “No wonder you were so out of it yesterday. You were holding out on me!”
‘Out of it’ was an understatement. She’d been so engrossed with reliving the night before that she hardly remembered how their spa day went. “I just wanted to forget about it, truly.” Another lie.
“Oh my God,” Isabel said, pressing her palm against her chest. “Was it that bad?”
Dana shook her head. “Oh no… quite the opposite.” It was an unbelievable experience, one she struggled to erase from her mind since he left her apartment that night.
Nicholas had no shortcomings with making love. His skills were on point—which she hated to admit, but yes, that man could really put it down. His cock was, oh…so thick and so right, giving her a blast of bliss with each stroke. It took every ounce of her willpower to send him away.
But she had to. Even before it ended, she knew that sleeping with him was a mistake. The feelings he evoked were nothing like she’d experienced before. They were hot, and raw and painful, yet sweet, filling her core before spreading to her heart and lodging there.
She didn’t want them; those emotions that made it so hard to breathe. She wanted the simple life that existed before Thursday night. The ten-year brick wall, the one that protected her for so long, she wanted it rebuilt, with more durable materials this time around. A fortress that Nicholas could never destroy.
God, help me.
“I need details, Dana, details!” Isabel said as the door opened and Carina entered.
“What details?” Carina asked, placing the bouquets on the table and looking at them expectantly.
Dana groaned.
“She slept with Nicholas.”
Carina’s mouth flew open before she said, “I knew it!”
“You knew nothing,” Dana said.
“Oh, please. I saw you on the dance floor Thursday night. The chemistry was on a take-me-home-and-fuck-me level.”
Dana’s face warmed, and a splash of crimson coated her neck and up to her cheeks.
“I want to hear all the sleazy details,” Carina said. “Spill.”
Dana gave them a rundown version of the night, leaving the two women with grins that threatened to split their faces in two.
“Have you spoken to him since?” Isabel asked, when she was through.
Dana gave her head a vigorous shake. “Why would I? It was nothing but a one-night stand. One that never should have happened.”
“Your expression says something else, Dana,” Carina said.
“You’re seeing things. Stop reading into nothing, ok?”
“If you say so…” A sly smile preceded Carina’s response, and she cast a glance at Isabel. Dana spun to look at her best friend, catching the residue of a similar smile on her face.
“Whatever you guys are planning, don’t.”
An innocent smile graced Isabel’s face. “We have no clue what you’re talking about.”
Dana huffed, stepping past them and taking her bouquet from the table. “It’s time to get you hitched and off to your honeymoon, away from trouble,” she said to Isabel while shooting Carina a disapproving glare.
What she and Nicholas shared was a breathtaking thing, no doubt, but no wisdom lay in wanting more. Nicholas was trouble, the kind that would make her lose herself. She’d done a superb job of staying away from the likes of him for years and she wanted to keep it that way.
A few more hours would see him out of her life for good. She would return to the quiet she’d known for so long.
But the expected relief did not come. The thought left a heavy twinge in the pit of her stomach.
***
“Is this seat taken?”
Dana flinched at the sound of Nicholas’ voice above her head. She looked up to meet his guarded stare.
After all the tables in the ballroom, why did he choose this one?
She’d avoided him for the entire wedding; from the ceremony, where their eyes met too often for her liking, to the reception, where he did not hide his dissecting stare. From her place at the head table, she tried to ignore the heat that filled her from head to toe. Stop looking at me! She wanted to shout.
But she remained calm, and when the dancing began, kept a wide distance between them. But it did not comfort her see him sandwiched between Isabel and Carina. She knew they were up to something. But whatever it was, it would have no effect on her decision to stay away.
Except, she let her guard down afterwards. Now he’d found his way to her.
She gave a slight headshake. “It’s all yours.” Turning from him, she cast her gaze to the few remaining dancers on the floor. Isabel and Luke had already left for their honeymoon. Carina and Dylan said their goodbyes a few minutes ago. Heaven knew why she still lingered, since her maid-of-honor duties had ended hours before.
“Dana?”
“Mmm?” She kept her eyes on the dance floor.
“Can you look at me?”
She scrunched her lips with a heavy sigh before looking over her shoulder. “What do you want, Nicholas?”
Nicholas paused then drew back, his eyes narrowing. He eased the chair back with a scoff and pushed to his feet. “Forget it.”
“Wait!” Dana shot from her seat as he walked away. He stopped and slowly turned. “I’m sorry. It’s just weird being around you after…”
A scorching, carnal look crossed his face. “You can say it, Dana.”
“No, I don’t. We both know what I’m talking about.”
“After we made love.” His voice dropped, though there was no one nearby. He moved closer. Dana retreated and the back of her thighs hit the table. She clutched the edge, her gaze falling to his lips as she recalled the way they pleasured her that night.
“It was all I could think about since then,” he continued, his eyes like bal
ls of fire. “It’s all I’m thinking about now…”
God, help! Her flesh tightened at his response. She raised her eyes to his and delivered what she hoped was a nonchalant expression. “I can’t relate.”
Nicholas brows raised before he said, “you’re lying.”
“Of course, I am. Because you’re so good with women, aren’t you? There’s no way I could be an exception, that unlike the other women you’ve been with, I’m not head-over-heels in lust.”
He smiled and crossed his arms. “No, that’s not it. I’m a brilliant doctor, Dana, but I’m even better at reading body language. Women’s body language,” he added.”
“What does that have to do with me not wanting to sleep with you again?”
“Because I’m reading you like a book. Your breathing, the way you lick your lips, the way you can’t help looking at me, though you wish you could.” His eyes scanned her body in slow motion, setting her on fire as they came to rest on her face. “I know I’m right. You want to fuck me again. And more… much more.”
“You’re so right, as usual. Keep holding your breath.” She tried to move from the table but he blocked her.
“Get out of my way,” she said.
“Not until you admit you want me.”
“Still a self-centered a-hole, aren’t you? But guess what, you’ll have to find another woman to massage your ego. I’m not the one.” Dana pushed past him and took off, away from his overwhelming presence that threatened to destroy her remaining resolve. Another minute or less would see her losing it all to him.
She took the stairs to the lobby and as she crossed the floor to the exit, saw him emerge from the elevator. Quickening her pace, she breezed through the automatic doors and headed to the parking lot.
“Dana.”
“Go away, Nicholas!” She gripped her car keys, prepared to press the button to make a fast getaway. But Nicholas was on her before she could open the car door, spinning her and crushing his lips against hers.
Dana struggled for a moment before giving in, her knees weakening, her heart pounding like crazy within her chest. Her frustration faded; all she could think about was the relief his arms brought. Until now, she didn’t how much she wanted this, his touch, his kiss and hell… he was right. She wanted so much more.
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