by Sophia Rae
When he yelled out from the horrid dream where his friend was trying to reveal the killer.
He stomped down the thought and found himself distracted by the sight of Eve’s perfect ass as she reached to fluff her pillow.
Nick took two steps, grabbed her by the arms and spun her around. “I’m not done with you yet. I told you when I met you I never go back on a promise. You’ve got slow sex coming. And I’m going to deliver it right now.”
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His dark eyes held both fury and passion. Eve cursed herself for liking the way his strong hands wrapped around her biceps, but she really hated the way she had to look up to see his face.
“Now kiss me and we’ll begin your lesson on how to make great sex even better.” Even though the words were a demand, he said them with gentleness.
Before she had time to react, he hauled her against his bare, sweaty body. One of his hands came up and gripped her hair and pulled. For one intense moment before he kissed her, he simply raked his hard gaze over her face.
A shot of pure lust ran through her, straight to her heat—making her wetter.
He ran his tongue along her lips in a slow, agonizing manner. When she sighed, he nipped at her bottom lip and sucked. Heat filled her, consumed her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“I don’t like going slow,” she complained. “I want it fast and hard. Like before.”
Nick dropped his hands. A chill crept over where his warm fingers had just gripped. When he stepped back, Eve’s shaky knees gave out and she sank down onto the edge of the bed.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. “I have something better in mind.”
Before she could reply, his hands came up to her knees. He spread her legs wide. Clever fingers trailed a path up to her moist heat and Eve had to clutch the comforter to keep from begging. Again.
“Slide forward,” he murmured as his lips followed his hands. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
Too anxious and aroused to be nervous, Eve did as he asked. He flung her legs over his shoulders as she rested back on her elbows. He positioned his hands on her inner thighs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he eased her folds open and massaged.
Eve kept her eyes locked onto his. A sinful grin split across his devilish face as he slipped one long, lean finger inside her.
“Damn. You’re so tight and hot.”
Her hips bucked beneath his touch as she let out a low moan.
“How do you feel, Eve?”
Did he expect her to make a sentence? She barely had a coherent thought, especially when a second finger snaked its way inside her.
“Do you like this?”
She nodded as she watched his dark hand work magic against her pale center.
“Keep watching me,” he told her as he dipped his head down. His dark hair fell against her cream-colored legs.
The second his tongue ran between her folds, Eve cried out. His hands continued to rub against her inner thighs. His thumbs worked with his tongue to create a sensation she’d never felt before.
Eve pulled her knees up to rest her feet against his shoulders. She rocked against his mouth as his hand slid around to grip her ass. He took one long, slow swipe of his tongue all the way up between her lips, then blew.
Shivers crept through her body, over her body. Hell, her damn hair even shivered. She couldn’t take it, but God she wanted this newfound pleasure to last.
As his mouth moved faster and harder, her hips pumped out of control. The orgasm slammed into her, making her scream his name, grab the comforter on either side of her and push against his shoulders. The explosion ran the course of her body as Nick continued to taste her until she relaxed.
Eve’s lifeless feet slid from his shoulders. She didn’t even have the energy to open her eyes. Her whole body quivered as he removed his mouth from her tingling heat and slid his hands out from her behind.
For a second, Eve wondered where he went, but then the mattress dipped beside her. Nick’s hard, taut body molded against hers, his impressive erection nudging her hip.
Could she keep going? She had to in order to pleasure him. Pleasuring Nick would definitely not be a hardship, though. The sight of that male form all aroused made her want to attack him…no matter how fatigued her body seemed.
“Did you like that?” he breathed into her ear.
She couldn’t respond. For now she only wanted to bask in the glory of his touch. His fingertips ran up and down her abdomen, taking a side trip to circle each of her breasts.
When Eve arched her back, Nick’s thick laugh filled the room. “You come alive, Eve. I’m glad I’m the one to see it. I can’t imagine all the pent-up passion you have within you, just waiting to burst out. We haven’t even begun to explore.”
Eve wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise. Hell, she didn’t care. After three Nick-gasms in one night, she trusted him to bring her more and more toe-curling pleasure.
“I didn’t know,” she sighed.
“What’s that?”
“How fun and intense sex could be. It’s incredible.” Eve opened her eyes and rolled to her side, causing Nick’s hand to rest on the blanket between them. “I’m sure it’s just another roll in the sack for you, but for me—”
He silenced her with a finger to her lips. “You’re not just another lay. And yes, even though this is just sex for us, you are opening my eyes to a new experience. I’ve never been anybody’s first time before, and it’s making me take a little more time to appreciate each step of this process.”
Eve looked down, unable to look into his eyes. “I’m sorry for not having any experience, but I already know what I like, and I hope you’ll tell me what you like, too, so I can make you feel good.”
His warm breath washed over her naked body. Her nipples peaked, almost touching his chest. “I feel more than good, Eve. Having you come against my mouth was incredible. I can’t wait to show you more. Teach you more. You’re already such a fast learner.”
She needed to know. She didn’t want to ask, it would sound clichéd, but she just had to find out. Maybe she really sucked in this department. Nick would be honest with her…but could she handle the mortification that came along with asking this asinine question?
“So, the…um…sex we had downstairs. Did I do okay? I have nothing to compare it to, and I know you’ll be honest with me.”
Nick propped his head up on his hand and studied her face. “Do you really think I could compare you to other women?”
Eve’s eyes remained on his chest as she shrugged. She couldn’t look him in the eye if he told her she had been inadequate.
“Well, I can tell you this. No other woman has ever worn red leather for me.”
When her eyes lifted to his, he smiled. Ever so slightly, he moved in, touched his lips to her soft skin at the edge of her mouth and eased back.
“I’m going to show you what a desirable woman you are,” he said, running a hand along her side. “You can’t possibly believe you aren’t perfect in every way. In bed and out.”
Mesmerized by his velvety touch, Eve rolled onto her back. Nick’s hand moved from her side to her abdomen, caressing his way up until he outlined each breast.
“I want to be the one to touch and taste you everywhere. I want to discover where you are most sensitive, most vulnerable. I want you to remember your first lover for the rest of your life.”
As if she would have ever forgotten him? Even if they hadn’t had sex, she would’ve remembered Nick Shaffer up until she took her last breath.
“Are you ready?” he crooned.
The exhilaration from deep inside her sated body bubbled out into a smile. “Don’t leave anything out.”
Nick’s low, throaty laugh vibrated against her. “Do you really think I would skip anything when I have every man’s walking wet dream right here?”
Eve ignored the flutter in her chest. “Nick, I’ve already agreed to a sexual fling, there’s no need for flattery.”
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br /> A somber look stole all the pleasant features on his face. “It’s not flattery, Eve, if it’s the truth. Don’t ever doubt for a second the power you have over a man. And, lesson number one, don’t ever settle for anything less than the best.”
This had to be a dream. Had someone written him a script? Did men really say things like that and mean it?
No, no and obviously so. So why had she agreed to sex only?
“I’m dying to touch you,” Eve whispered as Nick’s magical fingers made her skin heat and tingle with each stroke.
Nick leaned down, kissed the tip of her nose and grinned. “I’m dying for you to touch me, too.”
Eve stared up at his amazing smile. She reached for his face. Coarse stubble tickled her palm. He placed light, hypnotizing kisses against her lips as she slid her hand down the side of his neck, past his chest.
When her hand stilled on his lower abdomen, he lifted his head. He kept his eyes on her as he guided her hand to his shaft.
“Will you tell me if you don’t like something?” she asked.
Nick looked down at her pale hand against his skin and smiled. “I wouldn’t like it if you stopped.”
Eve stroked him, slowly. It pleased her when his eyelids flittered shut, his jaw muscle clenched. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed until he lay on his back.
She came up to her knees, taking in the sight of this golden, muscular god. Even in the dark of night, Nick’s perfection shone through.
Like any hero, he had scars. One through his right brow, a nasty round one by his shoulder—a gunshot, she knew—and now he would have a new one, thanks to the psychopath in the hotel parking lot. The scars on Nick’s perfect body only added to his sex appeal.
Guided only by her hormones, Eve leaned down and licked his nipple. Then the other. Her mouth danced kisses all over his shoulders and chest before she slowed her lips down and took her time working across his rippled abs.
Nick sucked in a breath and fisted a hand in her hair. As her mouth moved lower, Eve brought a hand up to cup his balls. She smiled when he groaned, jerking his hips.
Finally, she made her way to his cock. She hesitated only a moment before running her tongue along the length of him, licking off the moisture that had accumulated at the head.
Eve’s body responded the second she took him into her mouth. Her nipples tightened; the ache between her legs intensified. His hand on the back of her head squeezed when she lowered her mouth all the way to the base of his shaft.
When his hips started pumping, Eve found herself mimicking him. She swirled her tongue all over him as she worked her way up and down, trying to taste and savor him.
“Stop,” Nick said, breathless.
Eve lifted her head. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“God, no,” he panted. “I think you’ve definitely got the hang of that.”
The hand on his sac came up to wrap around him, stroking the moisture from top to bottom. “Then what’s the problem?”
He brought a hand down to stop her. “I want to show you more.”
“Oh.” Eve shuddered at his seductive tone.
Nick sat up and Eve sank back onto her heels. If his heavy breathing was any indication, she figured he had been close to an orgasm.
Tremors crept through her when his eyes drifted down her body. She didn’t mind being dissected, she knew her body was in great shape—it had to be if she was ever going back into the field. But when he’d called her beautiful, she knew that had to be the hormones talking.
She had long, naturally curly red hair that had a mind of its own and never looked fixed. How could that be attractive?
“Come back up on your knees,” he said. “Now spread your legs just a little.”
Eve scooted her knees wider apart, the thrill of the unknown made her quiver with anticipation. Nick placed a hand out to his side to support his impressive body. The other arm rested on his drawn-up knee.
“Let me see what you do to yourself when you’re alone.”
“Nick!”
“Surely you have nights when you’re lying in your bed, dreaming of someone touching you, caressing you, making love to you.”
As his voice washed over her, Eve closed her eyes. Yes, those nights were lonely and sometimes frustrating. But she truly hadn’t known what she’d been missing.
“Do you squirm beneath your sheets?” he went on. “Do you get hot and wet?”
Eve nodded.
Nick took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and sucked her fingers. “There. Now show me where you start. How do you pleasure yourself, Eve?”
The moment enveloped her as she brought a hand to her breasts and rubbed. The familiar touch made her moan.
“What about the other hand? What does it do?”
As she fondled her breast, her other hand, moist from his mouth, slid across her stomach. Her freshly shaven pubic area heated beneath her touch as her index finger slid into the slick crevice.
“Do you scream when you’re alone, Eve? Do you make noises of ecstasy when you make yourself come? Come for me. I know you want to, just let go.”
Eve sank back onto her heels, unable to hold herself up any longer, forcing her finger to slide up.
“It’s not enough,” she cried, rocking back and forth against her own hand. The other still held onto a breast. “I need more.”
“You’re all alone, Eve,” Nick’s voice said. “What would you do?”
Eve shoved a second finger deep inside. Her knees squirmed against the sheet. She rose up, then plundered back down. Her cries filled the room as her convulsions racked her body.
The hand from her breast caught her as she fell forward onto his hard body. The climax ran through her body, then again and again as she gripped onto Nick’s chest.
She couldn’t catch her breath. What had she just done?
Chapter Seven
Nick nearly came himself watching that erotic show. Eve’s body still convulsed, her eyes were still closed and he knew this would be the point where she realized what just happened and got embarrassed. Or worse…mad.
“Eve,” he whispered. “Open your eyes.”
Hesitantly, her lids lifted. Her breasts rose and fell. Sheen covered her body, glistening in the moonlit room.
“I don’t blame you for not taking a lover before,” Nick stated. “You know your body so well, you came in seconds.”
“I can’t believe I did that,” she murmured.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, urging her to lie back against the pillows. He followed her down and rested his elbows on either side of her head.
“You have so much passion in you. Did you know there was this sex goddess inside?”
Eve finally opened her eyes and shook her head. “I’ve never wanted anybody to touch me like that.”
An alarm went off in Nick’s head, but now was not the time to question her statement. Not when his body had become so primed and ready to take her again.
He’d never been like this with any other woman. The realization both excited and scared him, knowing he could lose control so easily with Eve. But right now, he didn’t care. He wanted her again and again, until she told him to stop.
“Do you like when I touch you?”
A lazy smile spread across her face. “I love it.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you.”
Nick settled in between her legs, tormenting them both when his shaft rubbed against her wetness. Eve lifted her knees, opening for him.
“You learn quick.”
“I need you in me,” she moaned.
Ignoring her plea, Nick dipped his head and ravished her sweet breasts. Eve arched her back, offering more. His lips roamed up her chest and throat until he captured her mouth.
“I have a condom in my bag,” she said against his lips.
Nick raised a brow. “Were you expecting this?”
“No, I carry them as part of the whole stripper act. Do you really want to discuss thi
s now?”
Without wasting another second, Nick retrieved it and sheathed himself before joining her on the bed again.
When he allowed his weight to press into her body more, he jolted at the fit they made. They molded together as if they had done this a thousand times before. Her legs came around his waist, her heels fell against his back.
When his tongue slipped into her mouth, Nick slid himself ever so slowly into her heat. Hips remained still, hands caressed, mouths lingered.
A niggling voice in Nick’s head told him he was getting too intense, too fast. He pushed the annoying bastard out of his head and began to move with Eve, as if they’d choreographed the dance.
Now would not be a good time to try and dissect his feelings. Not when he had a hot, willing woman underneath him.
And not just any woman. Eve.
The sweat between their bodies formed a suction—binding them even closer. Nick let his lips hover just over Eve’s. Breathing, moans and sighs merged together. They were one.
Climax slammed into climax. Eve clenched around him—Nick poured into her. The eerie silence that followed scared the shit out of him. When he started to roll over, her knees pressed tighter against his waist.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he murmured into her hair.
Eve unwrapped herself and Nick not only rolled off her, he stood, slid the condom off and threw it into the small trash basket by the bed, then pulled on his boxers.
He made a big mistake by looking back down at the flush, sated woman he’d just slept with. Her breasts glistened from sweat and wet kisses. Her lips were swollen from his mouth. Her exotic hair fanned out around her face.
“I think we’ll take a break and get that sleep now,” he suggested.
This intensity of their bedroom romp had gotten out of control. As much as he hated to, he had to put a stop to this. Every ounce of willpower he had drove him away from her bed, toward the steps.
“Are you sure you don’t want to share the bed?” Eve’s fingers trailed over the sheet. Promises filled her eyes.
“If I stay, neither one of us will get sleep,” he assured her. “And it’s almost morning now. If you insist on going back to the club tonight, we need to let our bodies settle down and recoup.”
