Touching Lace (Vaughn)

The carnal expression that spread across Nick’s face wasn’t at all reassuring. The little lopsided tilt to his sensual lips gave her body an inner jolt, which went clear to her toes. Nick was so clever in his movements, too, and Lacey had the feeling he would be the most adept man when it came to foreplay. As his mouth skimmed below her ear, touching a particularly sensitive spot, she became aware of one other thing. She really didn’t want to think too much about how he’d come by such expertise. Enjoy and learn, she reminded herself. This was only the first in many such moments. Once Nick was through with her, Lacey would have the confidence to get any man she wanted.

Which was exactly why they were doing this.

If that were the case then why was she so easily imagining Nick making love to her, as opposed to what he would really be doing, which was teaching her? Helping her get over some insecurities. Lovemaking didn’t have anything to do with it.

That was a given.

Her thoughts scattered to the farthest corners of the earth as Nick’s fingers found their way beneath her shorts. “Damn, I can’t believe I’m touching lace.”

“I’m wearing cotton,” she mumbled.

“Mmm, yes you are.”

Then his fingers moved past her panties as he stroked the curls of her mound. It was such a forbidden thing for Lacey, making out in her place of business. She always left her feminine side outside the gym. Here she was a personal trainer. She helped men and women alike learn to live a healthy lifestyle. Only now, all she saw was Nick. All she felt was his overheated skin, his breath against her neck. All she smelled was the potent mixture of sweat and man and desire. She was more aroused than she’d ever been, and he hadn’t done a single thing but touch.

“Nick, please,” Lacey found herself pleading.

Nick leaned over her until he was staring directly into her half-closed eyes and growled, “Plea

se what, baby?” He skimmed his thumb over her clitoris and asked teasingly, “Please do this?”

She wanted to speak, really she did, but his touch was electric. Lacey was a marionette, and only Nick had the power to make her come alive.

Then his finger dipped between her nether lips and she lost control. She pushed into his hand, seeking more, wanting him so deep he could never find his way free again.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered against her lips as he kissed her. “Would you like two fingers even more?”

Lacey nodded, beyond caring where she was, beyond caring about her own name even.

“No. Tell me you want two fingers inside this hot little cunt. Give it to me, baby.”

“Yes, Nick, two. And please don’t stop.”

’His smile fluttered against her cheek. She felt his triumph. It radiated off him in masculine waves. Any other time and she’d be tossing out a sarcastic, witty reply to such arrogance. Not this time. All she wanted was Nick and the things only he could make her feel.

Intense, hot, eager. She’d never been like that with a man. Yet, a few touches, a few strokes from Nick and she was on fire, ready to hand him her body on a silver platter. It was frightening and exciting at once.

He stroked her inner flesh, all the while flicking back and forth over her clit. With no warning, her body rocketed out of control. Nick was right there, drinking in her moans of pleasure. With his mouth against hers, he masked her wild sounds and gave her the climax of a lifetime.

A few heavy breaths later, Nick slowly pulled his wet fingers from between her legs. He brought them to his mouth and slid both between his lips. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he fed off her juices, swallowing every drop.

“Remember the time, right after you and Dick broke up, we were sitting on your living room couch and you were laughing over the way Dick used to want to turn the lights off every time you two made love?”

Where had that come from? She could barely breathe, her body was still vibrating, and he wanted to talk about past lovers?

“Uh, yeah, I remember. But his name was Richard, not Dick.”

“Whatever. Anyway, you were sprawled out on the couch, your foot in my lap. I was massaging it, and all I could think was how soft your pussy must be under those tight gray shorts you wore.” He looked down her body as if reliving that day all over again then ground out, “God, I wanted so badly to reach down and finger-fuck you. You have no clue how hard it was to control myself, baby. No idea.”

Lacey was floored. Could it be true? Did Nick find her sexy? How could she not have known? Lacey lifted up to a sitting position and watched as Nick’s intense gaze tracked her every move, as if worried she might slip away if he so much as blinked. She looked him over from head to toe, enthralled all over again by what a perfect body he had. He was so hard, so big and so…hers. But it wasn’t just that. Lacey knew Nick inside and out and he was the best sort of man. He ranked right up there with her brothers, which was saying something. Only she didn’t feel the least bit sisterly with Nick. Then again, if she knew him so well, why hadn’t she known he was attracted to her? That he’d wanted her?

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why, Nick?” The question had been on the tip of her tongue each time he’d shared another tidbit with her. He reclined on the floor, flat on his back, his head resting on his folded arms. Lacey couldn’t look away. His deep brown eyes mesmerized her. Had he always had that mysterious intensity and she just hadn’t noticed?

“Because you would’ve freaked.”

Lacey shook her head, vehemently denying it. “No, I wouldn’t.”

Nick reached a hand up and cupped her cheek. “Be honest with yourself, Lace. You never saw me as anything more than a friend. If I started telling you how sexy you were, that I wanted to get naked with you and do the freaky horizontal, you would have gone running for the hills.”