“Will, I hate to tell you this, but you’re acting like a woman who isn’t tired at all.” The lazy amusement in his voice sent a thrill shooting through her.
What the hell was wrong with her? Not even ten minutes ago he’d given her the orgasm of her life. Now she was humping his leg and acting like she wanted to get it on again.
Which she did. Desperately.
“I am. Trust me, I’m exhausted.” She rode his leg, shameless with her move
ments. His thigh was huge, covered in light hair, and solid as a rock. The friction that sparked between her legs with every rub was already pushing her close to the edge.
“Are you going to make yourself come on my leg?” He sounded incredulous.
“Maybe.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, bending her head so he couldn’t see her. He just felt so damn good, and she was still so amped up. She needed the relief. Badly.
“Well, if you’re gonna do it like this, at least let’s make it a little more enjoyable.” He clasped her face between his hands and tilted her head back, his mouth moving over hers. She sighed against his lips, opening for his tongue, twining hers lazily with his. She rode his leg faster, their kiss becoming more urgent, his fingers twisting in her hair.
“Oh, God.” She murmured the words against his swollen lips, and he shook his head, pushing her off him so he could make a dive for the bedside table. He practically tore the drawer out of its slot in his haste to grab another condom, and she lay back against the pillows, breathless with anticipation, enraptured with watching him move that finely muscled body of his.
“No way am I going to let you come like that, rubbing against me like a cat in heat.” He slipped the condom on his erection, his expression tight, mouth grim. “I think you’re trying to drive me crazy.”
More like the other way around. All he had to do was lay there and she became aroused. Like she had some sort of sickness and Nick Hamilton was her only cure.
“I was so close,” she said, her voice small.
“And you will be again in a matter of minutes. That I can promise you.” He grabbed her by the waist and drew her beneath him, his cock poised at her entry. “Sore?”
She shook her head, but it was a complete lie. He’d taken her hard earlier, and she was a little tender between her legs. But she didn’t care. She wanted him.
He slid inside her body, groaning at first contact. She stared at him in wonder, loving the agonized expression on his face, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his jaw clenched. Ramming so hard inside her he pushed her up the mattress with his every thrust. Further and further until her head became almost submersed beneath the pillows. God, he felt so good inside her, despite her earlier soreness.
Laughing, she batted them away, making him still above her as he cracked open his eyes. “Being inside you, I forget myself.”
Her heart split open at his words. She parted her lips, ready to toss out some glib retort, but he cut her off.
“Being with you, Will, it feels like…being home.” He leaned in, brushed her lips with his, the kiss tender. Full of too much unnamed emotion that threatened to make her cry.
Damn it, she refused to cry. Not with Nick. This was nothing between them. They were just old lovers who gave in to each other. Old friends who were pretending to go on dates.
Correction. She was being blackmailed to go on dates with him. Why, she still wasn’t quite sure. He gave her some song and dance about wanting to be with her, but she didn’t believe him. He was just laying on the Nick charm nice and thick to get her naked and into bed.
Second date in and he made it happen. He was more talented than even he probably realized.
“Damn, you feel so good.” He clasped her hands with his and brought them above her head, entwining their fingers tightly. It was yet another connection, another way for her to feel how much he wanted her. She bowed her body beneath his, sending him deeper, making him groan as he rocked within her faster, his movements less controlled. “You with me? You gonna come with me, Will?”
“Yes.” She so was. Never had she been a big believer in simultaneous orgasm but looking at them, their bodies wracked with shudders, the both of them crying out as their climaxes took them over completely. A little cry escaped her, and she tightened her fingers around his, needing him to know how amazing that felt.
Needing him to know how much this night meant to her, despite her secretly believing it was a mistake.
Because it was. It so was.
Chapter Ten
“You really want our date to be here?” Willow wrinkled her nose as Nick pulled his car into the parking lot of Monterey’s Fisherman’s Wharf. Another night out with Nick and she kind of felt sad that they were getting closer to his part of the deal being finished. She enjoyed her dates with Nick.
Not that she’d ever really admit it. He’d take that information and run with it. Rub it in her face. Taunt her. He loved nothing more but giving her a bunch of grief.
She thoroughly enjoyed returning the favor.
“What’s wrong with it? I love this place. I don’t get over here very much, either.” Nick pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine.