A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts 2)

She flicked her tongue over the tip, licking away the excitement there before she took just the very tip into her mouth and suckled on it while she slowly traced the tiny slit with her tongue.

“Aw, f**k,” Nick groaned when she took him in her hand and slowly stroked him. The movement pushed more of his erection into her mouth, but not enough.

She looked up and met his hungry gaze as she moved forward and took more of him in her mouth. He sucked in a breath as he moved to pull away from her, but she refused to let him go, not when she had him where she wanted him.

“I need to be inside of you,” he ground out between clenched teeth as he tried to pull away from her.

Never pausing in her slow strokes, she pulled her mouth away long enough to point out, “You are inside of me,” before taking him back into her mouth and doubled her efforts.

He was panting hard and she couldn’t help but love the sound of a strong man like Nick losing control because of her. It wasn’t long before he was slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. When he became impossibly thicker in her mouth and let out a sexy growl she knew that she had him. It was confirmed seconds later when he shouted her name and he released that salty sweet treat that she was beginning to love.

As he pulled away she pressed one last kiss to the tip of the soft velvety head and couldn’t help but smile when he shivered. Her smile quickly disappeared when she found herself suddenly yanked out of the water and in his arms.

Without a word he moved back on the tiled floor until only his legs were in the water and laid back. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing she found herself moved up his body and straddling his face. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on until she felt the first swipe of his tongue and then she decided that she simply didn’t care as long as he did that again.

When he gripped her bottom and encouraged her to move she did, hesitantly.

She wasn’t really sure what to do, but she decided that she’d figure it out when he slid his tongue inside of her. Her hands as if they had a mind of their own slid up her damp stomach and over her br**sts, pretending that they were his hands.

His grip tightened on her bottom as his tongue went wild inside of her. She pinched her ni**les the way he did and she was surprised at how good it felt. She’d never really touched or explored herself, too shy to even try that, but right now it felt too good to stop. As she continued to gently squeeze and caress her left breast she slid her trembling hand down her stomach.

The few times she’d attempted to touch herself down there it had never felt good. But the way he was licking inside of her was making the little nub between her legs swell up almost painfully. It was practically begging for attention and when her fingertips brushed up against it she couldn’t hold back the gasp of pleasure that slid through her.

She watched as his eyes closed to half mast as he watched her touch herself.

He looked like he was in ecstasy as he continued to lick her. It felt so good. She never thought that anything could feel this good. She loved when he touched her, craved it in fact, but the way he was giving her free reign to enjoy him made every little touch and sensation so much more powerful.

All too soon she was throwing her head back as she cried, screamed really, his name. She was still screaming his name when she found herself suddenly lifted off his mouth and shoved onto his newly restored erection. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as he took her mouth in a hungry kiss that quickly ignited her need for him again.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she returned the hungry almost brutal kiss as they ground their lower bodies together. It wasn’t long before she was panting and struggling to hold back, but he wouldn’t allow it. He used his hold on her to slam her down hard on his rock hard shaft as he thrust forward. It was too much, too soon and she lost the battle. She screamed his name, barely aware that he was chanting hers almost reverently.

When the last tremor of pleasure left her body she felt him smiling against her mouth and it wasn’t until that moment that she realized that she was smiling as well.

He pressed a kiss against her mouth before he lowered them back into the pool. “Now, let’s see if we can do that in the pool this time so that we can check if off your list,” he suggested as his hand slid between her legs.

Chapter 26

“Is it time to get up?” Jamie mumbled as she snuggled into the covers.

“No, not yet, baby. Go back to sleep,” he said, pressing a light kiss against her lips.

She followed his lips as he pulled away and he couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed that he’d created a little addict. That thought was quickly confirmed when she sleepily mumbled, “Is it time for more sex? I want sex.”

“I can tell,” he said, smiling as she started to drift off again. For a moment he sat there watching her sleep, perfectly content just to be near her. She so beautiful, he thought as he reached over and swept her hair away from her face. She sighed softly in her sleep, tempting him to crawl back in bed with her and hold her, but he had work to do.

He was exhausted, he thought with a smile as he stumbled his way towards the bathroom. They’d made love twice in the pool and then once more when they made it back to their room. It was funny how with Jamie he thought of it as making love and not just f**king or sex. It didn’t matter how hard or hot the sex was it was making love in his mind. Thinking of it in any other way didn’t sit well with him.

Jamie was……..

Special.

She wasn’t like any of the women he’d been with before. She was better, pure, sweet, kind and made him happy. He wanted to take care of her, to be there for her and it didn’t matter that those thoughts should scare the hell out of him, but he couldn’t stop wanting them. That didn’t mean that he could give them to her.

He wasn’t right for her and would never be good enough for her, he reminded himself and he’d never hated himself more than at that moment. He was the bastard son of a whore and completely incapable of being what she needed him to be. He didn’t trust himself not to hurt her. How could he?

What the hell did he know about making a woman happy? He had absolutely no idea how to make a woman happy in the long term or to even make a relationship work. Growing up the way he did he saw the “happily married” men around town one day with their wives and kids and the next zipping up as they left the bedrooms of his mother and “aunts.”

The only decent relationships that he’d seen over the years was Rick and his wife and of course Edward and Dana and there was no way in hell that he was going to kid himself and say that he could have a relationship like those two. Even after five years it was more than obvious that the two of them were more in love now than when they first got married.