Chapter 14

He doesn’t say a word and that actually speaks volumes.

My stomach and my heart flutter. My inner thighs quiver, like there are flames flickering against them—or his tongue.

We are both riveted, and I couldn’t tell you if there was anyone else in the mansion, in one of the wings or currently tidying up my suite.

I literally have tunnel vision; my sole focus is on Nick.

I’ve even tuned out the crashing of waves onto the shore that’s close by.

I am a million percent preoccupied.

Nick tosses aside the potholder in his hand and rounds the end of the island, his gaze still locked with mine.

I’m not sure I’ve taken a breath yet—or if I ever will. Every fiber of my being ignites and anticipation mounts within me. Lightning quick. So that I can’t even be bothered to worry about the dinner or the bottle of champagne he’s uncorked or… Anything at all.

Nothing matters, other than this man as he inches toward me, his expression smoldering so that I could simply melt at his feet.

I stay rooted where I am and maintain my balance as he predatorily approaches.

One of his palms skims over my hip, his fingers dip in, and he coaxes me to him. I practically float into his arms. His head bends, his mouth captures mine, and his kiss is… So hot. So deep. So arousing.

So possessive.

My arms wind around his neck as he fully embraces me, and his hands splay over my bare lower back.

I am instantly, wholly, eternally lost…

He effortlessly lifts me off the ground and slowly rotates us and takes a couple of steps forward, until I’m pressed against the wall alongside the oversized doorframe leading to the formal dining room.

He releases me, clasps my wrists at his nape, and pries my arms apart. Only to pin them above my head. His body seals to mine and the man is hard from head to toe.

That. Fast.

He doesn’t break the kiss. He deepens it. So that it becomes darker. More passionate. Distinctly greedy.

Raw intensity exudes from him and envelopes me, so that the blaze he’s already sparked within me rages a bit brighter and I feel an incessant, clawing need to touch him. To rip the buttons from his shirt and run my hands and mouth over his chiseled chest.

I’m sufficiently restrained, however.

And the way all of his rigid muscles are conforming to my softer curves… I don’t regret in the least that I’m not feeling his skin against mine right this very second. Because I feel him.

All of him.

His erection is nestled between my parted legs. I grind my pelvis, deliciously, stimulating both of us.

His tongue tangles aggressively with mine and I’m hugely relieved I’ve forsaken the slippers. Otherwise, I’d be teetering on the heels as the tremors ripple down my legs.

Eventually, he drags his mouth away so we can both attempt to reclaim some oxygen, though there’s not much luck there.

His lips trail along my throat and his hands glide down my arms to my breasts. As his teeth nip at the sensitive spots below my ear, he kneads the globes through the lace with an insistency that belies how much he wants me.

Oh, God, I am damn certain the man is craving me as fiercely as I am him.

“Nick…” His name escapes me on a rasping sliver.

His response? He whisks his thumbs over my pebbled nipples and wrenches a moan from my very soul.

He kisses his way to the V’d neckline of my nightie. One palm cups my breast as he tongues the tingling center. His breath is warm and there’s friction from the lace covering me and… Dear. Lord.

My eyelids drift closed. My head falls back as much as it can, considering I’m plastered to the wall. I bury my fingers in his lush hair and let all the sinful sensations sizzle through me, consume me.

His hands shift again, to gather the flowy material of the skirt, hitching it up to my waist, baring more of me. One hand skates around to my ass. I’m wearing a miniscule G-string that matches the gown.

He pulls in a sharp slice of air as his fingers graze my flesh.

“Bailey, Jesus…” His voice is strained, full of desire. “You are so beautiful. So alluring. So irresistible.”

His fingers trace my cleft, behind the thin strand. Then two ease into me from behind.

I cry out from the immediate pleasure this brings. The exhilaration that shoots down my spine.

“Fuck,” he murmurs on a groan. “You get so wet for me.”

His other hand brushes the lace at my apex. He caresses my folds through the thin material as his fingers pump inside me.

There is no subtle seduction here. He’s determined to make me come. So much so, he sweeps aside the triangle and targets my clit. The fiery assertiveness, his sheer and dire need to set me off radiates between us, and I just… I can’t cling to anything but him. I clutch his shoulders and then his bulging biceps.

“Nick. Oh, my God, Nick!”

Everything within me goes haywire and the tension snaps. I call out his name again as the searing climax erupts.

And thank God his body is still anchoring mine, or I’d disintegrate straight to the floor.

Something tells me he knows this.

I’m also convinced we’re putting off dinner a while longer.

Maybe this is out of control?

I don’t know. I can’t say for sure.

Nor do I think I care.

Every sane and practical aspect of me goes up in flames.

The magma through my veins and between my legs spurs me into action. With no hesitancy and no thought as to what I’m truly doing—I’m driven by lust that burns bright—I grab fistfuls of Nick’s shirt at the opening and yank. Fiercely. So that buttons pop.

Oh. My. God.

Buttons popping!

This is what I’ve wanted from the beginning, a newly formed obsession. I can’t explain it, except to say this man sparks a raging restlessness within me, a desperate urgency. Those things culminate in a dangerous recklessness that takes over all rational thought.

And it’s highly liberating!

For once, there is nothing on my mind but dirty-wicked sex.

Not even for its intended purpose. I’m thoroughly caught up in how every kiss, every touch is sinfully sensational. How we instinctually respond to one another.

Equally enrapt, Nick is pulling the tails from his pants as I’m shoving the garment over his mountainous shoulders. He jerks the sleeves from his forearms and discards the shirt, to hell with where it lands.

His gaze is blistering and so telling of how I ignite something darkly primitive within him. That makes me wetter.

Again, I have lost all sensibility—and certainly inhibition—because I’m reaching for his belt buckle and when my trembling fingers fail to unfasten it quickly, he impatiently takes over. Then the button is undone, the zipper is hissing along its track, and Nick is working his clothes down just far enough…

Yeah, just far enough. He can’t be bothered with fully undressing.

Rather, his hands disappear under the satin fabric that’s nearly fallen back into place with our haste. He’s pushing it upward again, palming my ass and lifting me, keeping me pinioned between the wall and his strong physique. My legs instantly encircle his hips. My thong is still mostly brushed aside, so there is no barrier. He thrusts into me. Hard.

Fully and completely.

“Nick!” I cry out as my nails dig into his traps and the fire rips through me.

His mouth claims mine once more and his tongue twists and tangles and teases. He pumps into me as though it’s all he’s thought of today and he can’t wait another second to fuck me.

My inner thighs squeeze firmly as my pussy clutches at him, jolting his body, causing his pelvis to buck.

The searing radiation throughout me is intensified by the electrical current arcing between us.

The need to claw at him is real and all-consuming. The desire to tear my mouth from his and beg him for more is raw and unrelenting.

But I’m locked in these scorching moments with him, and I can’t seem to do anything other than hold on for dear life as he commands our passion, as he owns my body as he thrusts confidently and masterfully, wrenching rasping moans from my throat and incinerating me from the inside out.

In my head, I’m screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!!”

I can’t break the kiss to speak, though. I can’t even break the kiss for a full breath.

Somehow, he manages to whirl us around so that he can set me into a high-backed barstool and angle me just right to plunge deeper, to hit that sweet spot, to send me soaring.

Now I have to drag my mouth away, because the pressure is so deliciously taunting within me, stretching so thin that I’m two seconds away from calling out his name.

He knows this.

His teeth nip at my neck. He murmurs against my skin, “Come for me, Bailey.”

Wild horses couldn’t hold me back.

He strokes expertly, aggressively. All of his tanned sinew is flexed, rigid. His skin sears me to the core. Wave upon fiery wave crashes over me. I want to savor this, hang onto every blazing second, but…

He suckles just below my earlobe and that is all it takes for me to throw the reins in the air and let go.

“Nick!” I cry again, as everything inside me falls fabulously apart.

He stills for a moment while the climax takes me. I vaguely ruminate over how it seems inconceivable to come so hard I see stars, but it’s not the glam-chandeliers that are bursting behind my closed lids.

And I know he has more in store for me.

Though, he’s getting his bearings.

As my eyelids drift open, I see his jaw is set. And his irises bore into me.

“Bailey,” he gruffly grinds out. “Jesus.”

I can’t reply. My hands are gripping his bulging biceps as I continue to ride out this magnificent orgasm.

He allows me to; but the very moment my inner muscles relax, even the tiniest bit, he lifts me again and walks into the adjacent wing, the entertainment room.

I’m wound around him and impressed with his ability to maneuver us so stealthily.

But then I’m caught off guard when he says, “Agatha.”

“It’s Bailey.” I’m mortified to have to remind him of my name.

He chuckles. “No. Not you, babe. Agatha, close the theatre seating consoles.”

“Oh,” I murmur against his throat. “Her.”

The whole place is voice-activated, I’ve learned. It’s just not something I’ve acclimated myself to yet.

However, the feature comes in handy at present, as the burlwood consoles with built-in trays, cup holders, and lighting, along with USB ports and regular outlets (everything shy of a jet engine for your first-class experience), are suddenly concealed so the entire oversized sofa is available for Nick to deposit me there, my back propped against pillows in the corner.

He remains buried inside me and he coaxes one of my legs upward, so my knee is at his shoulder blade and my foot presses to his butt; therefore, I’m the one who inadvertently pushes him deep into me.

So fucking deep.

“Oh, my God!” I came mere moments ago and I’m on the cusp again?? “Nick… Oh, Jesus. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He lets out a grunt that quite earnestly declares it might be impossible for him to fulfill my request.

I can feel the tension through his body and the unremitting need emanating from him. He’s close. Damn close. But he’s already proven he’s incapable of “giving me mine” and then immediately “taking his.”

Oh, no.

This man is thorough—to my extreme benefit.

My fingers thread his thick hair as he kisses me and I’m once again drawn into this mystically erotic space where I think of nothing but the way we’re so intimately intertwined and I can’t discern, specifically, where we’re joined, because we’re wholly one.

His lips leave mine and glide over my chin, along my neck.

“Bailey,” he whispers in my ear. Then he suckles the lobe. Driving me wild.

“Yes, Nick?” I counter on a moan.

“You feel incredible.”

There is a stirring sincerity in his tone. A strain that’s sexy and sensual—and which also belies how aroused he is. Telling of how strongly I affect him.

We move together in a demanding rhythm and yet… For as fervent as it is, for as much as we’re both caught in the maelstrom of fiery sensations and greedy, hungry intentions—all begging for a resolution—we are hypnotically, overwhelmingly connected so that the insistency surrounds us, but it is prolonged pleasure that permeates us.

We are absolutely in sync. My hips rise to meet his thrusts. He strokes commandingly and my breaths hitch—so do his, so that we’re even breathing in time with each other. His mouth wreaks heavenly havoc on my neck and as much as I want this to last forever… I can’t control any of it, as I’d previously considered.

He strokes that enticing spot within me, the head of his cock massaging perfectly. “Oh, God, Nick,” I say on a fractured breath. “Oh, God, yes…”

He’s so thick and hard inside me and I’m just—

“Yes, Nick! Oh, God, yes!”

I shatter. Spectacularly.

“Bailey. Christ.”

I clench him so tight, milking his cock, that his entire body convulses. He repeats my name on a low growl. Then he erupts and his hot seed fills me.

“Nick,” I whisper as one hand clutches his arm and the other remains in his hair. I don’t really have any other words or enough oxygen in my lungs to utter them.

Endless seconds stretch out as we both attempt to recover from what we do to each other.

Then…

“Are you all right?” His voice is muffled because his face is burrowed in my curls. Though he pulls slightly away and gazes down at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

That he’s always so worried about me is heartwarming, but I’m tingling from head to toe and still breathless, so all I do is smile.

It must be a deliriously happy one because he chuckles.

But a heartbeat later, his brow knits and the corners of his mouth slant downward.

“What?” I manage to ask.

Disconcertion flickers in his eyes. “We’re not exactly playing by the rules here, are we?”