Lissa- Sugar and Spice (The Wilde Sisters 3)
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He was true to his word. One quick trip to the adjoining bathroom and he was beside her again, taking her in his arms, holding her close.
His heartbeat was still slowing.
So was hers.
She sighed.
His arms tightened around her.
“That was,” she said softly, “it was—”
“It certainly was,” he said, and he felt her lips curve in a smile against his shoulder.
He rolled onto his side. Her eyes were bright; her hair was a nimbus of gold against the pillows. She was, without question, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“What?” she said.
He smiled and toyed with a strand of her hair. “What what?”
She gave him a gentle poke. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking what a fool I was last night.”
“No. You weren’t. You were upset.”
“I was an asshole.”
Her laugh was soft and delicious.
“OK. But you were an upset asshole.”
Nick grinned. “You didn’t have to agree with me, Wilde.”
“Of course I did, Gentry.” She touched the tip of her finger to his mouth. “I’m glad you were smarter tonight.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
“Mmm,” she said, and yawned.
“My very thought,” he said, reaching for the duvet and drawing it up over them.
Seconds later, they were asleep.
* * *
She came awake to the feel of his mouth on the nape of her neck, the feel of his hand on her breast.
They were lying on their sides, he behind her, his swollen penis pressing at the juncture of her thighs.
Her breath caught as her nipple pearled against his palm. Desire raced like electric current from her breasts to her belly.
She turned toward him and moved her hips against his.
“Wait,” he said softly. “Let me get a condom…”
“I’m on the pill.”
Had a man ever heard more welcome words? He shifted his weight. Clasped her thigh. Raised it, just a little. Just enough, she thought, gasping as the head of his engorged penis teased her hot flesh.