Lissa- Sugar and Spice (The Wilde Sisters 3)

No. Not enough.

He was teasing her and she hated him for it, adored him for it; she was coming apart, coming apart.

“Easy,” he said softly. “There’s no hurry. I want to feel you taking me in. Like that.” He shuddered. “Exactly like that.”

> He slid into her.

She cried out.

He slid deeper. Deeper. Drew her closer and she sobbed his name.

The pleasure was almost too much. It was more than pleasure, it was something new, something that made her begin to weep as he surged forward.

“Nick,” she pleaded, “Nick, now. Please, now! I can’t…”

He felt her begin to convulse around him.

“Yes,” he growled, and he closed his eyes and took her with him to paradise.

* * *

When she woke again, the sun was just beginning to light the mountains beyond the windows.

Nick was sitting on the bed next to her, dressed in a faded blue denim shirt, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and equally faded jeans.

His hair was damp; his jaw was dark with stubble. He was, in other words, altogether gorgeous, and her heart turned over at the sight of him.

“Hi,” he said softly, smiling as he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

Lissa smiled, too. “Hi, yourself.”

He bent forward and brushed his mouth over hers. She sighed and his lips moved against hers, parted hers for the stroke of his tongue.

She smiled.

“Mmm,” she said. “Coffee with cream.”

“Clever woman.” Another kiss. “Want some?”

“That would be lovely.”

“You’ll have to pay the price.”

Lissa fluttered her lashes. “You drive a hard bargain.”

Nick grinned, clasped her hand, kissed the palm and folded her fingers over the kiss.

“I hope so.”

She laughed. “OK. Let go and I’ll get up, shower, get dressed—”

“You don’t have to move an inch. I brought a cup for you.”

“Really?”

He gave her a quick kiss, reached behind him and produced a steaming mug.

“Coffee. Light. Two sugars.”