His arm flexed, pushing at her hand. These workings of his body were a new discovery for her senses.
Nick lifted his head and looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
She dragged her grip higher, up to his shoulder, then down to marvel at the hair that covered his chest. His eyes followed her, then slowly rose to meet her gaze. The wide pupils looked impossi
bly black, as if they opened to a well of dark water.
His heart rose to a thunder beneath her palm. And though the hair on his chest was crisp and light and nothing like fur, she couldn’t help but think of a panicked animal.
Not understanding what could be wrong, she waited for some reaction, but Nick said nothing. Drawing a soft circle against his skin, she asked, “Does that feel good?”
He closed his eyes, cutting off the strange fear that had crept into her. “Yes,” he whispered, just before he drew back.
He turned her then, lifting her shoulder so that she faced away from him. A moment of lonely confusion left her cold, but his body made for an excellent distraction from ugly thoughts. He pressed into her back, matching himself to the hollows and curves of her body.
There was no avoiding the largeness of him in this position. His hard length branded her buttocks, a startling heat even against the rest of his warm skin.
But she couldn’t think of that, because Nick wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to her neck. “Are you sure, Cyn?” The words trailed down her shoulder.
“Yes,” she answered immediately, even if it wasn’t quite the truth. This was Nick, and she wanted all of him she could have. She needed to gather him up into her soul and force these memories to stay forever.
“Yes,” she said louder as his hand slid to her sex and stroked there. Whatever this was to Nick, for Cynthia it was a home, more real than any she’d had before. This would carry her along the road that lay ahead of her. Through a new life in a strange place among people who did not know her. This memory of Nick would be her home there, whatever else happened.
Pulling her more firmly against him, Nick sucked gently at her neck. His fingers slipped over her in a slow rhythm that made her squirm. Cynthia closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. It proved an impossible task, even before Nick pushed a finger deep inside her.
Her cry echoed through the room.
“Cyn,” he groaned, driving deeper into her.
She arched into him, parting her legs in encouragement. This felt good. Unbelievably good. His hard body against her back only made it more wickedly delicious. She gasped his name and pressed her head back.
His teeth scraped her neck and made her moan. When he pulled his finger from her body, she whimpered in need.
“Shh,” he whispered, and suddenly there was pressure as he slid two fingers in.
It was almost too much. Cynthia tried to push away and found that she couldn’t move. He slid his fingers out, then slowly pushed them deeper. “Oh, God. Nick.”
“Is that good, love?”
Was it good? It almost hurt, and yet as the pressure reached toward pain it somehow became something else. Every stroke came closer to unbearable pleasure.
Her body grew more slippery, and the resistance to his fingers was suddenly gone. He slid easily in, and then very slowly out. She didn’t want him to go.
“No,” she whispered, her sex suddenly empty. This was how she’d felt in the hidden passageway, when he’d suddenly stepped back and left her panting. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he said, even as his wet fingers dragged up her belly.
“Don’t!” she protested, but he didn’t obey.
His hand slid higher and cupped her breast. Nick kissed down her neck to her shoulder, then sucked her flesh between his teeth as he teased her nipple with his thumb. When he pinched her, she cried out and pushed hard against his manhood.
She could feel the cool touch of wetness on her nipple, and knew it was from her sex. That seemed terribly improper, somehow, which only made her squirm harder.
“Nick!”
He ignored the pleading in her tone and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A coil deep inside her body tightened.
“You can’t know how good you feel, Cyn,” he murmured. “So warm and soft and right. I wish…” He let the words fade away.