“Here.” She thrust her arm back with the open packet in her hand.
Nick reached for the condom with shaking fingers. Steph had been ready to leave.
More than ready. She’d been nearly out the door. And he knew in his gut if he couldn’t get through to her before she left, he never would.
“Bend over,” he said gruffly.
When his fingers left her soaked pu**y, she made a soft sound of protest. “Hush,”
he soothed, pushing gently until she bent across the table. “Let me give you my c**k instead.”
He stared at the erotic view as he sheathed himself in latex. All the times he’d watched her at work and thought lewdly, he’d never quite pictured the view correctly.
Her lips were flushed, swollen, glistening. He wanted to lick her again and did, a quick swipe of his tongue that had her writhing. Taking himself in hand, he used the tip of his c**k to tease her clit, to make her cream, to see her squirm for him.
And then he caught her hips and slid deep into her.
“Oh my God!” she breathed, her fingers scratching at his table.
Her cunt was burning hot and tight as a fist. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his balls drawn up tight and aching. He withdrew and watched his thick shaft slide out of her, slick with her arousal, and then groaned as he pressed back in. Holding her hips, he stared at the place where they joined, arrested by the sight of him f**king her as he’d wanted to for so long.
“Nick.”
The sound of his name spoken so morosely tugged at his heart. Hunching forward, he laced his fingers with hers and began thrusting in short shallow digs, his stomach rippling against her lower back. Her pleading gasps goaded him, incited him to bend his knees so he could stroke her pu**y high and hard with the broad head of his cock.
With his cheek at her shoulder, he asked, “How can you give this up, Steph?”
She answered with a whimper and then hitched her hips up higher so he could pump deeper. Widening his legs, he gave her the long deep plunges that made her moan helplessly and drove him crazy. He released her hands, moving one of his to cup her breast and the other to pin her hips in place so he could swivel his pelvis and screw his c**k through her grasping ripples.
“Give me a chance,” he gasped, shuddering with the need to come, with the need to keep her close until he could change her mind.
“You don’t…know…”
Reaching beneath her, he pinched her clit and thrust balls deep. With a cry she came, clutching his c**k in her depths, milking him in a sensual massage. “Give me a chance, damn you.”
Her “yes” was a whisper, but he heard it. His release was silent, his teeth gritted, his c**k jerking as it pumped his cum into her.
He should have felt relief. He should have felt some sense of security.
But he didn’t.
Chapter Four
It was the sounds of shuffling paper that woke her. Stretching on the black leather sofa, Steph opened her eyes and turned her head to find Nick wrapping gifts. Or trying to.
“You’re mangling that wrap job,” she murmured, vaguely remembering being lifted in the dining room and carried to the couch. The fire still crackled merrily, music still played softly. Despite the fact she was in a strange place, it felt like home.
Dressed in worn gray sweatpants, Nick sat within touching distance. He twisted at the waist and tossed his arm over her legs. “I’m trying not to, but the more effort I put into it, the worse I seem to do.”
“Need some help?”
He nodded and gave her a boyish smile. With evening stubble along his jaw and finger-mussed hair, he was almost too gorgeous. Angled toward her like he was, the beautifully defined muscles of his chest and arms stood out in stark relief. She hesitated and then gave in to the urge to touch his hair. It was thick and silky, making her shiver with renewed desire. Then he turned his head to kiss her wrist and her stomach did a little flip.
It was going to take her a long time to get over him.
Blowing out a resigned breath, she sat up and maneuvered herself into position straddling his back. He leaned into her and yawned. Shooting a glance at the clock on the mantle, she saw it was two in the morning.
“Being tired might be the reason you’re not wrapping well,” she said dryly. “Why don’t you go to sleep and we’ll go over how to wrap in the morning?”
He linked his arms around her calves and looked at her upside down. “If I go to sleep, will you still be here in the morning?”
“Oh, Nick.” Steph leaned her cheek against the top of his head. “Don’t be silly.”
“You’re talking to a guy who cooked dinner naked.”
Nuzzling her mouth into his hair, she changed the subject. “Do you have double-sided tape?”
“Huh? That sounds kinky.”
She laughed and fell a little in love. “For your presents.”
“Oh… Bummer. No. Just the regular clear stuff.”
“Okay, sex maniac.” She looked over his shoulder. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He turned his head and kissed her cheek.
Her heart clenched, and she had to clear her throat before she spoke. “You have too much paper on the ends. That’s why it’s hard for you to fold them without bunching it up.”
Nick took up the scissors and cut. “Like that? Is that enough?”
“Yeah.” She slipped her arms beneath his and demonstrated how to tuck the corners. “Now put some tape right there.”
“Here?” His voice had deepened. With her br**sts pressed to his back and her nose by his throat, their position was unbearably intimate.
“That’s perfect,” she breathed, releasing the gift and drawing back. He caught her hands before they left his lap.
Cupping her hands over his pecs, Nick whispered, “Touch me.”
She swallowed hard as his skin heated under her hands. The tips of her fingers found the flat points of his ni**les and rubbed gently. Groaning, his arms fell to his sides.
He leaned his head back into her lap and the sight of his face lost in pleasure was too much for her. Steph looked away, taking in the glass-topped coffee table, the flat-screen TV and the bare Christmas tree by the sliding glass door.
“Don’t you have any ornaments?” she asked.
“No.” His voice was a low whisper of sound. “I bought the tree for you and forgot the damn ornaments.”