On Her Terms (The Arrangement Duet Book 2)

by Madison Quinn

  “You look really beautiful tonight, Kenzie,” he whispers, before kissing me just as the song comes to an end.

  “Thank you.”

  We walk back to our table just as the boat approaches the smaller nearby island. We eat a delicious dessert, complemented by another glass of wine, before the ship begins to head back to Turtle Island. The sun has now set, leaving the water dark around us, but it still somehow looks just as amazing as it does during the daylight.

  “You’re cold,” Nicholas rubs my arms as we wait to leave the boat.

  “I hadn’t noticed but now that you mention it…”

  “Here,” he shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over my shoulders.

  “Are you sure? Won’t you be cold?”

  “I’m wearing a little more clothing than you are,” he chuckles.

  I slip my arms through the sleeves of his jacket and instantly feel warmed, although that could have something to do with Nicholas’s body being pressed against my back. We both gaze out at the water one last time, before disembarking from the ship, to head back to our villa for our last night in Fiji. Even though this week has flown by, it’s hard to believe that tomorrow we’ll be returning to New York.

  “Thank you for arranging everything today; you… I’m glad we were able to really see the island before we left,” Nicholas says, once we are back at the villa.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it and didn’t mind that I surprised you.”

  “You definitely surprised me by planning everything.”

  “I think I’m going to go change into something a little more comfortable,” I say.

  “I’m going to take a glass of wine out on the patio, did you want one?”

  “Sure, I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.”

  Entering our bedroom, I close the door and head over to the dresser to find something to wear for tonight. I only have a few pajamas left that I haven’t worn, and all are pretty… revealing which I think will work for the last part of the day that I have planned. This is the part of the day that I was most uncertain and nervous about.

  I shrug off Nicholas’s jacket and lay it on the bed so I can change. I quickly change out of my dress and into one of the more revealing nighties that had been packed for the trip. I take a deep breath, slowly letting it out, as my shaking hands reach for the doorknob. I think I’m officially more nervous than I’ve ever been. If he were to reject me right now I don’t know what I would do.

  I shake my head and slowly open the door, stepping out cautiously, still wondering if this plan is going to completely backfire on me. I walk through the living room to the patio doors where Nicholas is standing just outside the doors, looking out at the ocean in the background. He must sense me, because he turns around as soon as I’m near him, his mouth is wide open and his eyes trail my body from head to toe.

  “Make love to me, Nicholas…”

  Chapter 21

  Nicholas

  My jaw is on the floor, and my eyes are about to pop out of my head. I can’t even think straight to ask Kenzie what the hell she is doing. She’s standing in front of me wearing… hell, practically nothing. The “nightie” she is wearing is like nothing she has worn this entire trip. Essentially, it’s a bra that pushes her beautiful breasts up and closer together, making me want to run my tongue along her cleavage so badly. In the middle of this “bra” is bow, which seems is the only thing holding the cups together. From the bottom of the bra cups hangs see through black lace fabric, wide open in the middle, coming down to just below her waist. A tiny piece of fabric lies below the nightie, just barely covering her sex, yet doing nothing to hide what’s beneath it.

  “Make love to me, Nicholas,” her voice is barely above a whisper, though I have no problems hearing her request, despite my heart beating so loudly.

  “Kenzie… I…”

  FUCK! I can’t even get a sentence out! I never thought this day would come—What if I’m too rough with her? What if I hurt her? What if…

  Kenzie’s hands are suddenly squeezing mine, bringing my attention back to where it should be—on her. She’s now standing in front of me, her eyes filled with worry and something else that I can’t place. I look between us, at her hands in mine, and suddenly things become clearer.

  “I don’t want to… what if I do something that…?”

  “Just don’t hold my hands,” her voice is shaky, as her nerves come through the confidence she is trying to portray. “As long as you don’t hold them, I’ll be fine.”

  “What if—”

  I don’t get to finish my sentence because she cuts me off by placing her lips against mine. She kisses me softly, almost cautiously, as if she is waiting for my response. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer to me. Her chest is against mine, her hands awkwardly between us, but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she takes advantage of her position and brings her hands just under my shirt, running her fingers along the waistband of my pants.

  “Are you sure?” I ask her again, giving her the chance to stop things before they go any further.

  “I’m sure,” she may be as nervous as I am, but the way she is looking at me right now leaves me no doubt that she wants this just as much as I do.

  “If I do anything—”

  “You won’t.”

  I reach between us, pulling her hands up and placing them over my neck before my lips find hers once again. This time when I pull her close to me there is nothing between us except for my clothes and the tiny outfit she is wearing. She moans into my mouth when I grip her ass and pull her against my dick that is pressing uncomfortably against my pants. We taste each other as I explore what’s underneath the little nightie that she is wearing. When she starts moving against me, I lift her up and carry her to the bedroom. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I sit on the edge of the bed, loving how she feels against me like this. I reach between us and gently tug at the bow in between her breasts; immediately the outfit falls open, completely leaving her breasts to me.

  Needing more, I ease her up on her knees and take a nipple into my mouth. She gasps, clutching onto my hair when I suck the little peak harder. Her breathing is heavy and the sounds that she is making right now goes straight to my dick. I groan when I reach between us and feel just how wet she is. I slowly kiss my way back up to her soft lips.

  “Nicholas…” she moans against my lips when I pull her against my dick.

  “Kenzie, you’re so fucking beautiful. I love the way your body feels,” I run my hands up and down her bare back. She immediately arches into me, pushing her hardened nipples into my chest. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.”

  “Please… make love to me,” she whispers before running her tongue along the edge of my ear. My hips involuntarily flex into her, causing us both to moan.

  With an arm wrapped firmly around her waist, I stand up and turn us around before lying her back on the bed. I take her arms and gently lift her hands over my head, careful not to hold them there. My eyes never leave hers, needing to make sure she’s still okay with everything.

  She blushes as she lays in the middle of the bed we have shared all week. Her nightie has fallen completely open, leaving her hardened nipples begging for my attention. Kenzie gasps when I lean down and take one into my mouth, sucking and gently nibbling on it. I feel her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her. Keeping my mouth on her nipple, I climb back onto the bed, leaning over her body so that I’m lying between her legs. She moans in obvious disappointment when I let her nipple go but gasps again when I quickly take the other one in my mouth. I bring my hand between us and gently run my fingers along the seam of her panties. Her hips thrust up, pushing her sex against my hand when I lightly brush over her clit. I tease her for a few moments before slipping my fingers beneath her panties.

  “Nicholas… please…” she moans when my finger slides through her wet folds.

  “I’ll take care of you,” I nip at her peak and slowl
y start kissing my way down to her sex.

  “No… please, I want you,” she whispers, which immediately stops me dead in my tracks.

  “Are you sure, Kenzie? If you don’t want to—”

  “I want you.”

  I kneel over her, bending down to kiss her one last time before climbing back off the bed. I slowly undress, my shaking hands make the buttons on my shirt more difficult than they should be. I can’t recall ever being this nervous with a woman. The confidence I usually have is completely gone. The only thing I can think about is making sure that Kenzie enjoys this. With my final piece of clothing gone, I kneel at her feet and slowly pull her thong down her beautiful legs. I kiss my way back up her legs, pausing only briefly to slide my tongue lazily over her sex. She arches against me, moaning loudly. I repeat the move one more time before I continue to kiss my way up her body. When I finally reach her mouth, I kiss her deeply, moaning when her tongue runs over my lips. My dick is against her sex; I can feel the warmth coming off of her body. Just as I’m about to reach between us and position myself at her opening, I realize we’re missing one thing.

  FUCK!

  I didn’t pack any condoms for our trip—I never thought this would happen. I never thought we would get to this point… ever… let alone on this trip.

  “Kenzie, I don’t have—”

  “On the nightstand,” she pants and looks at the table next to us.

  I don’t know how I missed it when we walked in, but on the nightstand next to the bed is an unopened box of condoms. Even though I have no idea when she managed to pick them up, the idea that she planned this out that far… fuck, it makes my heart beat even faster. I’m relieved that she thought to get them though because if they weren’t here, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself from sliding into her.

  I kiss Kenzie one more time before reaching over and grabbing the box, ripping it open and yanking one of the squares free from the strip. I swear I manage to get the condom out of the package and over my dick in record time, all while she is lying under me, looking more beautiful than ever.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, just as I position myself at her opening, resisting the urge to just slam into her.

  Instead of answering me with words, she reaches up and kisses me hungrily, her tongue immediately thrusts into my mouth, desperately seeking out my own.

  “Look at me, Kenzie,” I beg her, slowly easing into her.

  Her eyes are heavy with need as they find mine. I need Kenzie to be looking at me right now—I need to know that she isn’t thinking about anything other than how good I’m going to make her feel in the next few minutes. I need to know that what I’m doing isn’t bothering her, that it doesn’t somehow suddenly trigger a flashback for her. I need to know that she isn’t letting that jackass ex of hers back into her head, especially not right now. I need to know she’s here with me.

  “Are you okay?” I start to pull back when her eyes close tightly.

  “I’m fine,” she wraps her legs around my thighs and tries to urge me back to her.

  “Am I hurting you?” I whisper, worried about her answer.

  “No, it was just little… uncomfortable,” she blushes a deep shade of red. “It’s been a really long time and you’re… bigger…”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  “No! Please…” she leans up and kisses me again.

  I slide my arm under her waist and slowly slide back into her, only stopping once I am fully inside of her. I don’t move, giving us both the chance to adjust to the new feeling. She’s gripping me so tightly: I know if I move even the slightest, I will embarrass myself before things get started.

  “God… you feel so fucking good,” I gently nip at her ear causing her to moan and grip me even tighter.

  When I finally feel that I can resist the urge to explode inside of her, I slowly begin moving in and out of her, loving the way her body grips me each time I try to pull out and then sucks me back in when I push into her.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  Her eyes open, and when they find mine, I have no doubt that she is only thinking of me right now. Her eyes are filled with hunger, lust and arousal, all I hope she sees in mine. Being inside of Kenzie feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before—I’ve never felt so close to someone before. It’s never been like this with any other woman: sex has always just been sex. There has never been any connection beyond a physical attraction to one another. Yet, right now… it seems to go far beyond that.

  “Ohhhhhhhh,” she moans, her body arching against mine, and I can feel her walls clutching me even tighter. I have to fight off the urge to come with her—I’m not ready for this to end. Instead, I lean forward a little, changing the position, so her clit rubs against me each time I sink deep into her.

  “NICHOLAS!” she screams out her release when I gently pinch her nipple.

  I love watching her come; Kenzie… is absolutely beautiful and incredibly sexy when she comes. Her entire body tenses just before she finds her release, at which point her body arches and she calls out my name the moment it finally hits her.

  I gently bring her arms around my neck before I lifting her closer to me and slowly move us up the bed. Kenzie gasps in surprise and wraps her legs tighter around my waist. I slowly move us to the front of the bed, turning us around so that I’m sitting with my back against the head board.

  Somehow in the process of moving, I’ve slipped free from her warm body. She lifts her arms from around my neck and slowly moves them between our bodies. Ss she lifts her body and guides me to her opening, she kisses me, letting her tongue glide along my lips, at the same time she lowers herself onto me. I groan at the feeling of being back inside of her, loving the way her body wraps tightly around my dick as it stretches around me.

  She moans and moments later I feel her hands in my hair. I glide my hands over her beautiful body, needing to touch every part of her. When my hands reach her hips, I urge her to move against me.

  “You feel amazing… so damn good,” I reach between us and cup her firm breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She starts moving against me faster, clenching me as her arousal pushes her closer to another release.

  “Nicholas…” she pants against my lips.

  I wrap my arms around her back, holding her against me as I begin thrusting in and out of her from below. Her head drops to my shoulder, her arms are around my neck, her fingers tug at my hair, bringing me closer to my own release, but I’m determined that she comes again before I do. Kenzie is moaning loudly, but when I feel her teeth against my earlobe, any sense of control I had is gone. I thrust hard and fast into her, chasing my own orgasm while hoping she finds her own at the same time.

  “Fuck… Kenzie… I need to…”

  “Right… there… too…”

  We both fall over the edge together, with our names on each other’s lips. Kenzie continues to move against me, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. I pull her closer, her body trembling against my own as we both try to bring our breathing back to normal.

  “Wow…”

  “I never knew it could be like that.”

  “It’s never been like that,” I whisper the admission. “I’ve never done that with anyone else before.”

  “What do you mean you’ve never done what?”

  “I’ve never made love to a woman before.”

  “How is that possible? I mean, clearly you’ve been with women…”

  “I’ve fucked women before, Kenzie… I’ve never made love to anyone until just now.”

  “You just fucked them?”

  “Yeah,” suddenly I’m ashamed of my past, even though I’ve done nothing wrong, and every woman I’ve ever been with knew that I wasn’t interested in a commitment.

  “So like one night stands? But you and—”

  “Just fucking. No emotional connection, no cuddling, just sex.”

  “It sounds cold.”

  “I suppose it was.”

 
She doesn’t say anything for several minutes—I long to say something but I don’t know what to say. It’s not like I can apologize for my past, although even if I could, I’m not sure I should. I didn’t do anything wrong; it’s not like I tricked women into thinking they were going to get something further from me than they already were. I quickly dispose of the condom in the trash can next to the nightstand and pull Kenzie back against me.

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why did you just… fuck women?”

  “I never wanted anything more.”

  “So what changed?”

  “I knew from the moment I first saw you that you deserved better than that. I knew that if we were to ever… it wouldn’t be just fucking. There’s too much between us for that.”

  Chapter 22

  Kenzie

  “It’s hard to believe that tonight we will be back in New York,” I sigh looking out at the ocean one last time.

  “I know,” he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him.

  The resort staff just left to take our bags to the small plane before we fly to the main land to board the jet. This week was nothing like what I expected: things have changed so much between us. I try not to think about what all that will mean when our marriage ends in two years, especially after last night. It’s hard to think about how we can go from that, to just being friends. I’m tempted to ask Nicholas if he thinks what happened this week has changed our arrangement at all, but I’m kind of afraid to know the answer. I don’t know if he just thinks of what is physically happening between us as an added perk to our arrangement, or if he thinks of it as something beyond the arrangement. I have to force myself to not think about what will happen two years from now, and instead try to concentrate on the present. In two years when this all ends, if I have to walk away from Nicholas—

  “Are you ready to head to the dock?” thankfully, he pulls me from my thoughts.

  “Yes,” I take one last look at the ocean before turning around.