“I thought you were cleaning me?”
I can feel him smile around my nipple.
“I was, but now I’m making you dirty again.” He releases my nipple and drops to his knees. Before I know what’s happening, he lifts my left leg and his hot mouth is on me. I arch my back so that my hips are pushing into him. Wanting what his mouth is promising.
I dig my fingers into his hair, letting him take me over the edge. We may have only had that first night together, but it’s like Nick knows every inch of my body, as though we’ve done this thousands of times. He doesn’t only eat me into one orgasm but right into another before lifting me and taking me to the bed, neither of us caring that we’re wet.
“Going to make love to you.” He comes down over me.
“Everything you do to me is with love.” I pull him down for a kiss as he pushes inside of me. I moan his name into his mouth as he slowly makes love to me.
“I love you,” I cry when the third orgasm rolls through my body. I feel his warm release inside of me.
“I love you, too.” He rolls, taking me with him. My eyes fall closed as I cuddle in next to him. My life is going to change and I know it will be for the better. A part of me truly believes that when Nick got in the car that day with his gran that his parents sent him right to me, knowing that we belonged together. I believed that even more when he told me the story about his parents. They knew we needed each other and they made sure we found one another. I smile into his chest, thinking about how I initially thought he was stalking me that first day. Okay, maybe he had been a little bit.
Who knew that forgetting my loyalty card would be one of the best mistakes of my life?
Chapter Sixteen
Nick
“Dude, your deliveries are here,” says a kid in a blue jumpsuit. The stitching over his left breast says his name is Stanley. He doesn’t look like a Stanley. I’m irritated for some reason, but I force a grin.
“I’m only the hired help, my friend.” I slap him on the back and point him in the direction of Birdie. “The woman with the pink cap is who you want to see.”
“Are you the computer guy?” Birdie calls.
The kid’s jaw falls open when he spies her and he stutters, “Y-y-yes, ma’am.”
I give him a friendly knock on the head. “That’s my wife so you want to watch how you look at her.”
He blushes and pulls the brim of his own hat lower. “Sorry. I’ll go get the cart.”
He’s gone by the time Birdie reaches me. “I thought he was the computer delivery guy?” she asks.
I throw an arm around her shoulders and pull her close to my side. The strawberry scent of her shampoo fills my lungs. A raw feeling in my gut starts to churn. Fuck, I want her. I always do, though. “He is. He went to get them.”
“Did you threaten him?” She eyes me with suspicion.
I blink innocently. “When would I ever do that?”
She punches me in the biceps. “Yesterday you growled at the barista.”
“He was staring so long at your chest that he spilled the milk foam all over the counter.” Also, she looked so damn sexy yesterday with her curly hair piled on the top of her head that I was tempted to buy the coffee shop, order everyone out, bend her over the spilled coffee and fuck her until my dick started to hurt from use.
“Maybe he was staring at you. Did you ever think of that?”
I contemplate that thought for about a half second. “No. It was you.” I lean down and press a kiss against her cheek. “Not that I really blame him. I’d rather stare at you all day than make coffee foam hearts.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
I’d do sweet things, too, but we’re in the middle of the Jay and Molly Hall Center for Relief, where we house and feed a bunch of teenage girls and young women who have been abused. I rein in my lust, instead of throwing Birdie over my shoulder and laying her down on the first horizontal surface I can find. Or hell, I can take her standing up. Two nights ago, I was so hungry for her that I smashed the emergency button on our private penthouse elevator and ate her out while sirens blared and security personnel kept calling in to tell us the police were on the way.
Birdie hid in the bedroom while I explained to the crew that there was just a malfunction that someone should look into. They bought it because, well, what were they going to do? Arrest me for using my own damn elevator to fuck my wife? Not likely. Now that the danger is gone, it’s hard to keep my hands off of Birdie. Time and place, I remind myself, and this is not the place.