He stops us, sliding his hands low until they are cupping the cheeks of my ass. He squeezes lightly, giving me a sexy grin. “I’m not worried about that, Grace. If you’re there, I want to be there. I want to be anywhere you are, and it seems like a perfect time for me to meet your family. I’m not making any promises, but I’ll try my best to be there. So now, are you going to invite me?”
Like this morning, he calms my nervous thoughts. The idea he wants to be with me regardless of the madness he’s going to face is almost incomprehensible, but the determination on his face says it all.
He doesn’t care. He wants to come home with me.
“Nick, would you like to come home with me for our town’s annual fall festival? My family will be there and would love to meet you. It’s in four weeks.”
He smiles triumphantly and nods. “I’d love to come. I’ll talk to Shaw and work on it. Shaw can make miracles happen.”
I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest. “The miracle will be if you make it out unscathed and still talking to me,” I mutter into his shirt.
In two moves, he swipes the bags off my shoulder, dropping them at our feet, and picks me up, this time moving forward.
I tilt back to ask him what he’s doing, but the words die on my tongue when I catch sight of the view behind him. My eyes wander everywhere, taking in the grandeur of his condo. Floor to ceiling windows with views of the ocean, high ceilings, and incredible architectural design are the basic layout. An enormous, plush sectional sofa faces an equally enormous television mounted on the wall. There are no separating walls; it’s all one large space, with a hallway off the kitchen, which I assume leads to the bedrooms. This is a showcase.
There are some personal touches scattered throughout the space, but besides a few pictures and knick-knacks, the walls are bare. My artistic mind blows up with the possibilities of prints that would look terrific.
I’m cataloging my current inventory in my brain when he sits us down and starts to kiss along my jawline. My thoughts become fuzzy as his lips travel down and across my collarbone, sucking lightly on the curve of my neck.
“Your place is incredible.” The words come out raspy and low.
“Thanks,” he rumbles against the sensitive skin.
“I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“Ummhmm…” His hands start roaming, finding their way under my shirt and up my back. He presses forward until I fall into him and grab onto his shoulders for support. “Can we maybe talk about my place later?”
“I was just commenting on its beauty.”
“There’s something much more beautiful on my mind right now. I’ve been waiting for you all day. The smell of your skin, the taste of your lips, the feeling of having you wrapped around me… that’s what I’m concentrating on.”
I’m stunned speechless as his hands explore my sides until they capture my breasts and start to massage gently. He doesn’t move my bra but skims his thumbs lightly over my hardened nipples, circling them at the same time his mouth trails up my neck. He’s no longer kissing me but teasing me by lazily licking in the same circular rhythm as his thumbs.
Without real skin contact, he’s sending a blazing sensation throughout my body. Each nerve ending comes alive, and I turn off my brain and allow myself to feel.
I tighten my grip on his shoulders and flex my hips down at the same time. His rock hard erection slides between my legs, and I bite my tongue to keep from moaning.
In less than five minutes, and while still fully clothed, he has me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life. I crave his touch and arch my chest into his hands, silently asking for more. He reads me easily and slips his hands under the material of my bra.
Exactly like last night, at first contact, a thrill shoots up my spine, and I can no longer remain quiet, whimpering at the touch. The scruff on his face rubs along my cheeks as he moves his mouth to mine and starts to kiss me, slowly at first, teasing me. The sexual tension grows as the air thickens.
An aching need takes o
ver, and I break away, tearing my shirt over my head and stripping out of my bra, so he has full access. His hands lower to my ribcage, his eyes taking in the sight of me. When his gaze meets mine, he’s fighting for control.
Without taking his eyes from mine, he skims one hand up my ribs until he’s cupping me. His tongue darts out, tracing my nipple, then he sucks it all the way into his mouth. My body responds involuntarily, arching further into him, encouraging more. Our eyes remain locked as he does the same with the other side. The erotic sight becomes too much, and I can’t take it, my head falling back, moaning into the room.
With each swirl, lick, and suck, my insides twist and burn, needing more. Losing patience, I grind my hips roughly and tighten my knees at the same time, making full contact with his cock.
He gives an approving growl and at the same time bites down harshly. Something inside me snaps, and I slide my hands up to grip the back of his neck, holding on for my life. My body rocks against his, my hips never losing contact. A coiling tightens in the pit of my stomach then starts to unravel, traveling everywhere through me.
He swivels his hips twice, and I can no longer hold back. I give a panted whimper as I come apart, pleasure igniting everywhere. I barely hear his voice but feel a rumble vibrate against my chest as he goes still.
Neither of us moves, his hands still clutching my breasts, as we regain our breath. My heart thunders in my chest to the point I know he can not only feel it, but probably hear it, too.
The fog starts to clear, and I realize what has happened. No longer clouded with lust, I let go of his neck and bring my hands to cover my face.
“No way, Sweet Peach.” He quickly turns, twisting us so I’m pinned beneath him on the couch. I have no strength to resist when he lowers my elbows down and traps my palms to his chest. “No hiding from me.”