He was silent as he held her eyes captive as firmly as he held her hands above her head. Tight, relentless. She twisted her arms a bit, testing the strength of his hold.
There was zero give.
He shook his head as if denying her release, and at the same time, he swirled the head of his cock around her and then pushed part way inside.
Her eyes opened more widely as she felt herself stretched. His eyebrows came together, the lust on his face easy to read as his lips twisted. "You like that?"
She licked her lips and her pulse raced. "I think . . . I think so," she stammered.
He frowned at her answer, leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and setting off fireworks in her head. At the same time, he enclosed one breast in the palm of his hand and began manipulating the nipple to his satisfaction.
Oh, she liked that.
The double-edged assault almost made her lose her mind. Her hips lifted frantically, her breathing became shallow.
He lifted his mouth from hers and her eyes opened again. He stared at her, his fingers stroking her nipple as he sank deeper inside, her wet heat allowing his entry.
"You like that?" he asked again, as if her first answer hadn't satisfied him.
"Nick--"
He sank deeper and plucked at her nipple. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt, for the first time, the length and width of his masculinity inside of her.
"You like that, baby?" He demanded again.
"Yes."
With her answer, he pushed in the final bit and held himself there.
"Nick--"
"Yeah," he hissed out, his mouth falling to her ear.
"I want to touch you, please."
He released her hands immediately and she wrapped one around his neck and spread her fingers through his hair with the other. He lifted again to stare into her eyes as he took his first stroke. She sucked in a breath.
"You're tight," he hissed in reverence, his eyes emblazoned with lust.
She felt so full; it was the most intense, amazing thing she'd ever felt in her life. Yes, there had been some pain, but it was buried so deep underneath her need for him that she'd barely felt it.
"Good?" he bit out.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes falling closed as pleasure arced between them.
"Open your eyes," he demanded on the next stroke.
She obeyed and found him staring straight into her soul. He plunged in and then out and then in again where he held still. His hands sank into her hair as he held her scalp. "I love you."
Her eyes shut reflexively for a moment before opening again, another wave of ecstasy shooting through her. "I love you, too."
He groaned and then began pumping again. "You make me crazy." He stroked again, his movements become harder, less in control. "God, I hope you like this."
Her world was spinning out of control again as he hit a spot inside that was doing crazy things to her. "I like it . . . I love it."
"That's good." His eyes narrowed as a primal look crossed his features. "I want you to like it. You need to like it because this is it. Nobody else will ever lay a finger on you, not while I'm alive and breathing." His words made her heart go haywire as his fingers locked in her hair more firmly while his eyes blazed into hers. He began to pound into her relentlessly and as he stiffened and began to slide over the edge, Courtney followed him and only barely heard him say, "Never letting you go again."
****
Sunday morning was almost leisurely. Courtney had never slept in a man's arms before, and surprisingly, even with her emotions in a flux, she'd been able to fall asleep easily enough. Throughout the night, she'd awoken a couple of times and found herself held in a tight grip that almost made her believe that Nick wasn't asleep.
But he had been.
And now, this morning, he'd called out for breakfast to be delivered, and after having eaten, Courtney escaped to 'her' suite and locked the door for a much-needed, private shower. She emerged about an hour later only to find Nick watching her from his seat on the sofa with a hooded look on his face.
Her footsteps stalled as he patted the seat beside him. His hair was damp as if he'd only come from his own shower; he was wearing disreputable blue jeans and nothing else. Butterflies took off in her stomach with a flurry as she slowly started toward him.
When she came to stand directly in front of him, he took her hand in an unyielding grasp. He tugged until she fell onto his lap. His hand went to the naked skin of her thighs that were revealed by the shorts she was wearing. His fingers slid up and down her leg in a strong, intimate caress as he stared into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked in a deep voice.