A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts 2)

“Why didn’t you go home with her tonight?” she asked so softly that he nearly missed it.

“Because she wasn’t you, Jamie,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against hers to offer some comfort.

Of course the second his lips touched hers he needed more from her, needed her. He knew it was the same for her. Whatever this thing was between them it left them helpless to fight it. Simply touching her and kissing her never seemed to be enough. He could never seem to get close enough to her and always wanted more.

She sighed a little hungry moan into his mouth as she frantically worked at the buttons on his wet shirt while he reached between them and struggled with his equally soaked leather belt and pants. His zipper was barely down before they were on the bed. He settled himself between her legs even as he raised himself up so that he could slide a finger inside of her only to find her soaking wet.

It never failed to make his blood boil to discover just how turned on his little recluse could get. When she rolled her h*ps to ride his finger he was forced to release his poor c**k from his wet underwear to relieve some pressure. She felt so good and so damn perfect.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist he didn’t even question it. He just went with it even as his brain screamed for him to back the hell off and give her space. She was upset and for good reason and he knew that he should back off. She wasn’t thinking clearly, but he wanted her so damn badly that he couldn’t think straight. That always happened around her. As he settled between her legs he prayed that she wouldn’t regret this later, but he just had to be sure…..

“Is this what you want?” he asked against her lips, pressing the tip of his c**k to her core and nearly groaning in pleasure as hot liquid coated him.

“Yes!” she hissed out as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss until he couldn’t take anymore and pushed inside of her.

He let out a load groan as he swallowed her small cry of pain as he broke through the evidence of her innocence and buried himself to the hilt. Once there he forced himself to stop. It didn’t matter that this was the wettest, hottest and tightest hold he’d ever experienced. The only thing at the moment that mattered was his little recluse. He had to make it good for her and judging by the way her body went rigid he knew that she wasn’t enjoying this nearly as much as he was.

Not thrusting into her body was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but for her he suffered through it as he slowly kissed her back to the point where she needed this, needed him. When she rolled her h*ps experimentally against him he knew she was ready. He slowly pulled out, groaning at the sensation of a thousand wet tongues licking his c**k and pushed back in.

His pace never increased and his thrusts were gentle as he took her. It was the most erotic experience of his life. He’d never taken a woman like this, never.

Whenever he took a woman to bed it was always a f**k and nothing more. He’d also never taken a woman without a condom and that thought was just registering in his mind when he felt her tighten around him. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly against him. When she shattered around him he lost control and with three deep, hard thrusts he was joining her, barely bighting back a curse at the biggest f**kup of his life and silently praying that this didn’t come back and bite him in the ass later.

When the last spasm tore through him he rolled over onto his back and pulled a panting Jamie with him. A moment later when the haze of pleasure began to wear off he felt the change in Jamie almost immediately. When she tried to pull out of his arms he held her tighter. She wanted to escape what happened and she couldn’t any longer. It was time to give into the grief of what her family put her through. When the first sob finally broke through, his arms tightened around her and didn’t relax until the last sob left her body hours later and she fell into an exhausted sleep in his arms.

After he was sure that she was asleep he carefully crawled off the bed. He walked into the bathroom and shut off the shower and gave Rick a call asking him to cancel their plans for the day. Rick didn’t need to ask why and for that Nick was grateful. With that done Nick walked back into the room and looked down at his little recluse as she curled up into a ball on her side. He bent to grab his shirt only to discover that he didn’t want to leave her.

Deciding not to question his need to stay at the moment, he quickly pulled off his now damp clothes and threw them over the shower rod before joining Jamie in bed. Once he had her back in his arms something inside of him calmed and found himself falling into a deep peaceful sleep.

Chapter 19

“We need to talk,” Nick announced when she made the mistake of opening her eyes. That of course was also the moment her stomach decided to inform her that it was quite angry with her. Actually, the way it was tightening and twisting let her know that it hated her.

One look around the room at the empty junk food wrappers and empty soda cans reminded her exactly why her stomach was no longer on speaking terms with her. She pressed a hand to her stomach as she slowly, ever so slowly climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Thankfully Nick didn’t argue when she shut the bathroom door in his face so that she could relieve herself.

Of course the moment he heard the sink faucet turn on he decided that she’d had enough time and walked into the bathroom. Thankfully the man was a saint and started the tub for her while she brushed her teeth. Once she was done she walked slowly to the tub, sending him a small smile of gratitude as he helped her into the tub, sat down and sighed with relief as the hot water pooled around her stomach and eased some of the ache.

She was never going on another junk food binge as long as she lived, she decided as she laid back in the tub. When Nick handed her a bottle of water she had to stop herself from asking for a Coke since she knew that would probably earn her a glare so she accepted her water and took a small sip, praying it wouldn’t set off her already too sensitive stomach.

“Jamie, we really need to talk about last night,” Nick said, looking adorably sexy with his hair mused and a sexy five o’clock shadow painting his face.

“Okay,” she said, wincing when her stomach sent up a warning not to talk so much. She was done with sweets. From now on she was sticking to tasteless, bland food that didn’t give her cravings or stomach aches.

“We didn’t use a condom last night, Jamie,” Nick started to say, reminding her of the other thing she’d done last night.