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effortlessly over hers. But then, with a slight tilt of his head, his kisses turned greedier. He ran his hands down her sides and groaned when she pressed her body against his.
The feel of his body reacting to her made her insides scream for attention. She wondered if he realized it was her, not Claire. The pull deep inside her body was looking to be relieved. Something she had never really felt from a man before.
Nick picked her up and carried her to the bed. Before he settled on top of her, her eyes wandered around his body. He was beautiful, lean, and trim. As her eyes traveled south, she could see he was hard and ready, trapped behind the zipper of his dingy jeans. He pulled off his shirt and she shimmied out of her hoodie, exposing the worn white tank top underneath.
This was all new to Josie. She was freaking out, but she didn’t want to show it.
His lips passed over her jawline and trailed down her neck, working his way down to her chest. He ran his hand under her tank top, cupping her breast, feeling her warm, supple skin under his coolness. His thumb brushed and traced circles around her already hard nipple. A quiet moan escaped her lips as the pull intensified. Nick dipped his head down and, through her shirt, pulled her nipple into his mouth. She let out a gasp, making him smile against her breast.
Taking a chance, Josie reached down and touched him through his jeans. He closed his eyes and a breath escaped his parted lips. She unzipped him and allowed her hand to travel inside, feeling what she did to him. Unsure of what to do, but doing what felt natural, she griped him and stroked, feeling the enticing smooth skin and each protruding vein run through her fist. Her thumb ran over his tip, spreading around the moisture beading up.
His breath hitched. “Shit… Oh fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, moving his hips in time with Josie’s hand.
A sickening feeling in the pit of Nick’s stomach bloomed tenfold, stretching through the length of his whole body. Regret and guilt crept into his mind. Pressure built in his chest. Claire hadn’t been gone too long and there he was, getting ready to have sex with somebody else. He couldn’t do that to the love of his life…not yet. He wasn’t ready to push her aside.
Balanced above Josie, he went still, his forehead pressed to hers. Concerned about his reaction, Josie stopped. She took his face in her hands. “Nick? Did I do something wrong?”
When he opened his eyes, the sadness overwhelmed her to the point she gasped. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now. I didn’t mean to mislead you.” Nick rolled off of her and zipped his jeans.
“Okay. I can leave,” Josie muttered as she sat up to grab her hoodie.
“No. I want you to stay. Stay with me and let me hold you. Please,” he whimpered. “I need you next to me.”
Confusion struck her. “I can do that, if that’s what you want.”
He apologized again and kept saying he wasn’t emotionally ready yet. She understood, but the hurt was still there. Face-to-face, she lay with him curled around her, his arm lazily wrapped around her slim waist, face buried in the crook of her neck.
Being there with him was comfortable.
Nick’s body had steadied, and she knew he’d fallen asleep. Josie played with his black, shaggy hair while listening to him breathe.
The emotions ran rampant and she did her best to hide the tears leaking from her eyes. Even though they only just started interacting with each other, she was falling for him, but she knew he would never be able to give it back to her. He was stuck, and she felt devastated for him.
Nick’s heart was buried with Claire and Willow. It could never follow another.
Sleeping while Henry was detoxing was not an option for Elaina. Watching him go through the shakes, tremors, profuse sweating, and the endless rounds of vomiting, even when there was nothing left to give, brought new meaning to scary and painful. With all the tears and
The feel of his body reacting to her made her insides scream for attention. She wondered if he realized it was her, not Claire. The pull deep inside her body was looking to be relieved. Something she had never really felt from a man before.
Nick picked her up and carried her to the bed. Before he settled on top of her, her eyes wandered around his body. He was beautiful, lean, and trim. As her eyes traveled south, she could see he was hard and ready, trapped behind the zipper of his dingy jeans. He pulled off his shirt and she shimmied out of her hoodie, exposing the worn white tank top underneath.
This was all new to Josie. She was freaking out, but she didn’t want to show it.
His lips passed over her jawline and trailed down her neck, working his way down to her chest. He ran his hand under her tank top, cupping her breast, feeling her warm, supple skin under his coolness. His thumb brushed and traced circles around her already hard nipple. A quiet moan escaped her lips as the pull intensified. Nick dipped his head down and, through her shirt, pulled her nipple into his mouth. She let out a gasp, making him smile against her breast.
Taking a chance, Josie reached down and touched him through his jeans. He closed his eyes and a breath escaped his parted lips. She unzipped him and allowed her hand to travel inside, feeling what she did to him. Unsure of what to do, but doing what felt natural, she griped him and stroked, feeling the enticing smooth skin and each protruding vein run through her fist. Her thumb ran over his tip, spreading around the moisture beading up.
His breath hitched. “Shit… Oh fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, moving his hips in time with Josie’s hand.
A sickening feeling in the pit of Nick’s stomach bloomed tenfold, stretching through the length of his whole body. Regret and guilt crept into his mind. Pressure built in his chest. Claire hadn’t been gone too long and there he was, getting ready to have sex with somebody else. He couldn’t do that to the love of his life…not yet. He wasn’t ready to push her aside.
Balanced above Josie, he went still, his forehead pressed to hers. Concerned about his reaction, Josie stopped. She took his face in her hands. “Nick? Did I do something wrong?”
When he opened his eyes, the sadness overwhelmed her to the point she gasped. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now. I didn’t mean to mislead you.” Nick rolled off of her and zipped his jeans.
“Okay. I can leave,” Josie muttered as she sat up to grab her hoodie.
“No. I want you to stay. Stay with me and let me hold you. Please,” he whimpered. “I need you next to me.”
Confusion struck her. “I can do that, if that’s what you want.”
He apologized again and kept saying he wasn’t emotionally ready yet. She understood, but the hurt was still there. Face-to-face, she lay with him curled around her, his arm lazily wrapped around her slim waist, face buried in the crook of her neck.
Being there with him was comfortable.
Nick’s body had steadied, and she knew he’d fallen asleep. Josie played with his black, shaggy hair while listening to him breathe.
The emotions ran rampant and she did her best to hide the tears leaking from her eyes. Even though they only just started interacting with each other, she was falling for him, but she knew he would never be able to give it back to her. He was stuck, and she felt devastated for him.
Nick’s heart was buried with Claire and Willow. It could never follow another.
Sleeping while Henry was detoxing was not an option for Elaina. Watching him go through the shakes, tremors, profuse sweating, and the endless rounds of vomiting, even when there was nothing left to give, brought new meaning to scary and painful. With all the tears and
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