by Emma Hillman
And yet, she really wanted to try out the Jacuzzi. She’d never been in one and it looked so inviting. Argh! “I don’t know.”
“Clothes off or on?”
“On!” Her response shot out.
He rocked back at her abrupt answer. “Okay, okay. Uh.” He looked down and gestured to his clothes. “That means me too, right?”
“Oh.” She didn’t want him to get dressed again. He looked too good like this. “I don’t know?”
He sighed. “I know I’m not making it easy, Leah, but what do you want to do? Do you wanna stay here? If yes, should I get the blinds down so it’s dark in here? Should I-”
“Hold on!” she interrupted him. “What did you say? About the blinds?”
“Let me show you.” He walked to the nearest wall and opened a box, revealing several dials and buttons that went green at a single push.
His butt was facing her and she fought the need to run up and touch it. Such smooth skin should be illegal on a man. Really, it so wasn’t fair. Her musings were interrupted by a whirring sound, and she looked up to find black blinds slowly making their way down the glass panels. “Blinds.”
“Yup,” Nick said as he walked back to her. “They’re everywhere in the house. You never know when you might need more privacy.”
“I see.” And she did. It was ingenious. It was even better than that, she realized as the blinds finally stopped. The whole room was dark, the only lights remaining the ones inside the pool and at the bottom of the hot tub.
“Here,” Nick’s voice rang close, just before his hands clasped her hips. “Is that better?”
“Yes,” Leah breathed out as she felt him pull her closer. His mouth found hers in the dark and she shivered. Her arms looped around his neck, she hung on tight and smiled inwardly when she heard him moan. His cock pulsed against her stomach, and she moved onto her toes in a vain effort to feel it press against where it felt good. Nick’s hands slid down her back until he was cupping her butt in both hands, pulling her even higher. She lost her balance, and would have sent them both flying into the tub if he didn’t have quick reflexes. They broke the kiss, laughing as they righted themselves.
“Can I undress you?” he said, his right hand finding the hem of her top.
“Why?”
“I just want to. Please, Leah?” His lips found the side of her neck, nipping at her skin as if they had all the time in the world. But then, maybe they had…
She found herself agreeing to his request, the darkness helping to assuage her fears. She couldn’t see anything but his silhouette so he couldn’t see her either. It was perfect and she wondered how he’d known it’d do the trick. Fingers tugged her shirt up and she forgot to think for a while.
Lips met her skin again but this time, they found the curve of her left breast. Her breath hitched, her hands moving up so they could slide into his hair.
He pulled back to ask, “Okay?”
A strangled “Yes.” left her mouth.
And so it began.
He took off every item of clothing she wore, taking his time and making sure to kiss and nip her skin as he unveiled it. By the time her underwear was off, she was a quivering mass of nerves. She could barely stand up, his hands finding her waist to hold her as he helped her into the hot tub.
Warm water met her skin and as she sat down, bubbles erupted around her. “Oh!”
Nick chuckled beside her. “Like it?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered as she leaned back, a jet hitting that sensitive spot in her lower back. “This is heaven.”
Nick felt his muscles clench at the pleasure lacing her words. He’d been hard for what felt like hours now, and yet, he’d told her she had control. He had to stay focused: on her, on her enjoyment. Taking a deep breath, he looped his arm around her shoulders and tugged her against his side. “There, let’s relax now.”
Leah closed her eyes as she leaned her head against his shoulder. He felt so nice. He was so nice. And yet, every square inch of her body was brilliantly alive. The last thing she felt like doing was to relax, but she understood what he was trying to do. “Thanks, Nick.”
“No, thank you.” He dropped a quick kiss on her hair and settled back, his legs stretched in front of him. His cock might be bopping over the water but he was going to ignore it. Damn right! Of course, that would have worked if she hadn’t chosen that moment to touch him. “What are you doing?” he hissed through clenched teeth. Soft fingers were running down his chest, which was a small caress at most; it was when her nails came in to play that he grabbed her hand in his and squeezed. “Leah!”
“What?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Didn’t you like that? I thought…I just wanted to pay you back.”
“One, there’s no need to pay me back, especially not after last night; and two, I thought we were here to relax?”
“Sure but I wanted to touch you. Can I?”
“Why?”
“You’ve got an amazing body and I’ve been wanting to do this for years now.”
“Years?” He turned towards her and groaned when he realized he couldn’t see her. “What do you mean? We haven’t known each other that long.”
“Oh.” Shoot! “I meant, when you were Apollo…”
He frowned in the dark. “You watched football?”
“Only because of you.”
“Really?” Somehow, that made his insides clench.
“Yes. You were amazing on the field, you know? I miss watching you.”
“I miss it too sometimes.” His voice had lowered as he brushed her hair away from her face. He cursed the blinds, wanting to see her eyes and the look on her face as she said those things. Was this really the truth or just another way of getting closer to him? He’d been pushing away groupies for years now, never interested in the way they offered themselves to him on a platter. Only because he was famous and rich and…Okay, so he’d used one or two. Or a dozen. All right, maybe two or three dozen but what horny young man wouldn’t? Right?
“Nick?”
Her voice brought him back to the present. “Yeah?”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes. No.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Yes or no?”
“I mean…I’m hard as a rock, baby. I don’t think I can take any more stimulation before I pounce on you again. And I don’t want a repeat of last night. I wanted to take this slow but-”
“You were the one who suggested getting naked to try out your hot tub.”
Shit! “I know, that was damn stupid of me.”
“I still wanna touch you.” Leah moved onto her knees on the seat, her hand finding his chest once again. “Please.”
“I’m not sure-”
She cut him off, “It’ll make me happy.”
That was the one argument he couldn’t go against and she knew it. And yet, as Nick muttered an “Okay.”, he couldn’t lie to himself. He wanted her hands on him. He wanted to feel her soft touch, hear her appreciative comments. He wanted her to straddle him, so he could sink into her heat and let her ride him to oblivion. “Fuck!” he swore as her fingers dunk under the water and wrapped around his erection.
It took him a good minute to remember why it was a bad idea. Only the memory of her ghastly pale face the night before, when he’d finally realized what he’d done, stopped him from enjoying her caresses. Oh all right, it wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying them; he was. But he also knew he had to stop her. This wasn’t for him. He’d invited her here because he wanted to treat her right. He grimaced as he clasped his hand around hers and forced it off of him. “Stop, baby.”
“Why?” She sounded shocked. “You didn’t like it?”
“Oh no, I probably liked it too much for that matter. But this isn’t how it should go. We’re here so you can relax, remember?”
“And?”
He grinned. “And so, it’s my turn.” His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him until she straddled hi
s lap. “Sit on me, Leah.”
“I don’t think so.” Her nails digging into the edge of the tub, she tried to pull herself up and off his thighs.
“Come on, baby,” his voice whispered in her ear just as his right hand slid up her back. “I want to touch you.” His head lowered until his lips brushed her neck. He nipped her skin before adding, “I want to kiss you.”
“Oh.” Leah started, her movement bringing her into sharp contact with his erection. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah.” Nick’s mouth travelled down her neck and over her shoulder, biting her skin for a long second. His hands moved up her sides, bumping into her breasts. Before she could stop him, he cupped them in his hands and breathed out. “So nice, baby. You feel so nice.”
Leah wriggled on top of him but managed to stay put. Did he really mean that? “Do I?”
Nick heard the uncertainty in her voice and forced himself to focus. “You feel amazing. I want to eat you up. All of you. Will you let me?”
“I-” She licked her lips, suddenly feeling dizzy. She couldn’t see him, but hell could she feel him. His hard chest and thighs, his cock prodding her. He was so…male. “I don’t know.”
“Please,” he murmured against the skin of her throat. “I’ll make it good for you. Trust me, Leah.”
It always came down to this, didn’t it? It wasn’t the first time he’d asked her to trust him and yet, this time she really wanted to believe him. She wanted to forget the whole night’s debacle. She desperately needed him to replace that scene in her mind, in her body, with something good. Something that she could recall and not cringe over. Something that would make her feel better about herself, and not like a pale copy of the love of his life. “Okay.”
It was only one little word but he felt it to his core. He didn’t give her time to go back on it. Wrapping his right hand in her hair, he took her mouth into a hard kiss and went to work.
He was going to apologize, and she would enjoy every single second of it. He would make sure of it.
Chapter Eight
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” Nick whispered against the skin of her stomach. He’d pushed her down until she was sitting on the ledge, her legs dangling in the warm water as he settled himself between them.
She tensed at his words however. “What? Don’t say things like that, Nick.”
“Why not?” His fingers traced a line just above her thatch of hair, her hips rocking up at the soft caress.
“You don’t have to,” Leah managed to respond. She was already his anyway. He didn’t have to lie to her and tell her nice things.
“But it’s true,” he countered. “I remember watching you lean over the counter and your tits were pressed together. It was such a nice view, I got hard.”
“You did?” She blinked in the darkness. He was telling the truth?
“Hell yeah. I hadn’t felt anything like it since-“ He stopped himself just in time. “A long time but you got through to me, baby. And now I get to have you.”
“You had me last night.”
“Not really,” he replied, his fingers dipping into her folds. He had to make her forget about that fiasco, he reminded himself. He lowered his head and found her clit with his tongue almost immediately.
Unable to think any longer, Leah lied down on her back on the cold tiles and widened her stance. “Oh!” He’d slipped a finger inside her and as he started a thrusting motion, his mouth still playing with her sex, she forced the urge to grab his hair and hold on. Instead she stretched her arms above her and arched her back, eager for some more caresses. Yes, just like that.
* * * *
She’d ridden him to heaven and back. And it still wasn’t enough, Nick thought as he watched her walk in front of him. She was wearing his shirt and nothing else, bar the grin on her face. Her thighs peeked out from the white cotton, the curve of her ass lifting it at every step. They hadn’t even cleared the landing yet and he was already hard. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her hips and jerked her to a stop.
“Nick!” She looked behind her shoulder and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” He tilted her forward until she was bent over at the waist, her hands grasping the banister in front of her. “Oh yeah, baby. You look so appetizing like this.”
She gasped, “Again?”
He smirked at her incredulous tone. “Fuck yeah. I want you again.”
“But-“ She snapped her mouth shut. Who was she to complain? He’d been amazing earlier, making her come so many times with his tongue and fingers that when he’d entered her, she’d only been able to wrap her arms around him and hang on for the ride. She might have been riding him, but he’d been the one who’d done all the work. Her breasts had bounced, her butt had slapped against his thighs and he’d loved every minute of it. She knew that because he’d told her. He was a talker; that was becoming quite clear.
“What a nice ass,” Nick said behind her, grabbing her with both hands.
Oh no! They were no longer in the dark and she’d been on her way to his bed so she could hide under the covers. Except Nick had other plans and now they were going to have sex in the middle of the staircase, in broad daylight! “Are you sure you want to do this here?”
“Babe, I’m already hard as a rock.” To prove it, he leaned forward until his erection nestled between her cheeks. “Feel this?”
“Yeah.” Her reply came out as a strangled gasp.
He chuckled, his arms wrapping around her from behind. His palms automatically found her heavy breasts, cupping them over the shirt. “Are you wet for me, Leah?”
She probably still was, she thought as his fingers crept down her front to check for themselves. She parted her legs, her head falling back onto his shoulder at the first touch of his hand. “Nick…”
His thumb played with her clit for a very hot minute, her hips starting to rock on their own volition. “Bend over, baby. I can’t wait any longer.”
Two seconds later and she was back in her erstwhile position. Her knuckles were white as she grasped the handrail, her hair falling into her face. Fingers parted her sex and after one last caress, he pushed himself inside her. He felt even wider in this position, her walls unused to such activity still feeling a bit bruised. But she didn’t complain, too caught up in the way he was fucking her. Because this wasn’t gentle. This was hot and passionate and unrestrained.
She rocked back against him, her breasts swaying wildly as she bounced back and forth. “Oh god, Nick!” The head of his cock had bumped something good inside her. Eager for more of that, she arched her back and tilted her pelvis. Yes! She exulted inwardly. Perfect, this was perfect. This was… “Ahh!” She shattered around his pounding length, tightening so much around him that he faltered and stopped. And started coming.
They found themselves leaning against the banister, clinging to each other so as not to fall. It only took one look before they started laughing, happiness finally restored between them.
* * * *
Twenty-four hours later and they were lying on his bed, her head just perfectly positioned in the crook of his shoulder. Even though it was the middle of the night, neither felt the need to sleep, their gazes fixed on the TV in front of them.
“You wore me out,” Nick growled and moved his arm so that she was snuggled a little closer to him. The covers lowered as he moved and she jerked them back up over her shoulders, covering their nakedness. No, rather make that her nakedness. “Why do you always do that?”
“Uhm?” She turned around for good this time and propped her head on his upper arm.
“Hide yourself under the covers. In case you hadn’t noticed, I know your body by heart now.”
Her eyes darkened and she bit her lower lip, trying to think of what to answer him. “It’s just…I’m not that confident.”
“That’s silly, Leah.”
“No, it’s not. It’s…” She gestured to her figure under the duvet. “My body.”
He frowned, looking down at her. “You don’t really seem to mind when we’re having sex.”
Geez, he was such a man sometimes. “I guess not. Still I’m a lil bit unsure, so yeah.” And could they please now start talking of something else?
“Come on.” He sat up, her head lolling back to a pillow as she watched him climb off the bed and stand there, completely naked. And completely uncaring by his present lack of clothes. Hand outstretched towards her, he motioned her to get up. Considering that she, for one, wasn’t going to stand up and walk around his house naked, she frowned and shook her head. “Come on, Leah. I wanna show you something.”
At his words, her gaze travelled downwards until she spotted his now familiar erection. Smirking, she looked back up at his face and said, “I already see it.”
He looked down at his crotch and shrugged. “Damn. I didn’t mean that.” Funny how he hadn’t even noticed he was hard. Oh well. “Come on, Leah. Or else I’m gonna have to lift you up from the bed and carry you to the bathroom.” Knowing his threat was going to be effective, he walked out of the bedroom and didn’t look back. After all, if she was shy enough not to want him to see her walking naked, he could understand that. He’d wait. Except she took a rather long time. His patience wearing thin, he stalked back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to find my clothes.” Or rather, trying to get dressed, but no one had warned her that holding a duvet over yourself while trying to put your panties on was that difficult. She needed both her hands to tug them up her legs, but one hand had to be free to hold the duvet. Or she could try and tug it beneath her breasts, and then both hands would be free; but then when she had tried that, she had nearly fallen flat on her face.
“Why? I want you naked.” Well, it wasn’t the first time he had told her that. Probably not the last time either. Grabbing her right hand, he pulled her with him and only stopped when they were both standing inside his en-suite bathroom, looking at each other’s reflection in the wall mirror. “That needs to go,” he said, before tugging the duvet down.
