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When that deceptively gentle rubbing on her clit unleashed her orgasm like a tidal wave, he fisted his free hand in her hair, loosening the gag. “Now let me hear you.”
She released her pent-up breath in a half-scream/half-wail.
Nick sank his teeth into the nape of her neck and sucked through every pulsing hot spasm of the most overwhelming, most intense, most perfect orgasm of her life.
Soon as he knew she’d reached the end, he straightened and gripped both her hips in his hands to better anchor his pounding thrusts. She felt the tip of his cock jerk inside her and a guttural moan burst from his mouth.
Holly bore down, clenching and unclenching around the male hardness, milking every twitch, wishing she could feel the heat of his ejaculate soothing the swollen tissues of her innermost walls.
Breathless, Nick slumped against her back, but she was so shaky she couldn’t hold them both up.
“Hey. I’ve gotcha.” He braced his arms beneath her. “You okay?”
“My arms are numb.”
Nick chuckled and kissed the back of her head, reaching down to remove the bindings around her wrists. “Then we’re even, because my dick is numb.”
“I think you broke me.”
“Yeah? I think you’re more resilient than you’re letting on.” His breath ruffled the damp hair by her ear. “You sore?”
“A little.”
“I could kiss it and make it better.”
Holly snorted. “In light of our injuries I think we should call it a night and crawl in bed.”
“Oh, hell no. We’ll take it easy for a bit, but there’s still a lot of night left. Still a lot we haven’t tried, especially since we have to fulfill all those wicked and wild fantasies of yours before dawn.”
A little whimper escaped. Because she couldn’t take more of his fulfillment? Or because she didn’t want the night to end?
Chapter Six
N ick couldn’t believe he’d tied Holly up. He couldn’t believe she’d let him gag her. Hell, he couldn’t believe how hard he’d fucked her.
So he was a little nervous about what he’d see in her eyes when he faced her. Fear? Regret? Embarrassment?
Rather than dwell on it, Nick removed his semi-hard cock from that snug channel. He wrapped his arms around Holly’s midsection and buried his nose in her hair. She smelled heavenly. Like vanilla. Like sugar cookies. Like home.
She sagged against him with a sigh.
A sigh was good. “You hungry? I could order room service.”
“It has to be like two in the morning. I’m sure the restaurant isn’t open.”
“That’s probably true.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Always. But not hungry enough to leave you here alone while I track down food. Maybe I’ll venture to the vending machine later.” Nick kissed the top of her head. “For now, I’ll start the bath.” He retreated to the bathroom.
After ditching the condom, he flipped on the faucets for the garden style tub. As he washed his face and hands he heard a loud knock on the door.
Holly poked her head in. “Sorry to bug you, but can I sneak in the shower? I’m all sticky from the champagne.”
“I’ll join you. Especially since it was my doin’, getting you all sticky.” Before she protested, he opened the glass door and dragged her inside. He cranked the water on, keeping his back to the spray until it warmed up.
“Nick, we shouldn’t—”
“We should. Don’t think of anything but how my hands feel on your skin. Just think of this. Of how well we fit together. In so many different ways.” Nick brought Holly’s arms up to wreathe his neck. He slid his lips over hers, allowing his hands to wander over her slippery curves as he positioned her so the heated shower spray landed on her back.
He caught her sigh of satisfaction and pulled it deep into his lungs, filling his body and soul with her sweetness. The leisurely sweep of his hands became a silent promise that this time he’d take it slow. And he did. He kissed her and teased her and touched her to his heart’s
When that deceptively gentle rubbing on her clit unleashed her orgasm like a tidal wave, he fisted his free hand in her hair, loosening the gag. “Now let me hear you.”
She released her pent-up breath in a half-scream/half-wail.
Nick sank his teeth into the nape of her neck and sucked through every pulsing hot spasm of the most overwhelming, most intense, most perfect orgasm of her life.
Soon as he knew she’d reached the end, he straightened and gripped both her hips in his hands to better anchor his pounding thrusts. She felt the tip of his cock jerk inside her and a guttural moan burst from his mouth.
Holly bore down, clenching and unclenching around the male hardness, milking every twitch, wishing she could feel the heat of his ejaculate soothing the swollen tissues of her innermost walls.
Breathless, Nick slumped against her back, but she was so shaky she couldn’t hold them both up.
“Hey. I’ve gotcha.” He braced his arms beneath her. “You okay?”
“My arms are numb.”
Nick chuckled and kissed the back of her head, reaching down to remove the bindings around her wrists. “Then we’re even, because my dick is numb.”
“I think you broke me.”
“Yeah? I think you’re more resilient than you’re letting on.” His breath ruffled the damp hair by her ear. “You sore?”
“A little.”
“I could kiss it and make it better.”
Holly snorted. “In light of our injuries I think we should call it a night and crawl in bed.”
“Oh, hell no. We’ll take it easy for a bit, but there’s still a lot of night left. Still a lot we haven’t tried, especially since we have to fulfill all those wicked and wild fantasies of yours before dawn.”
A little whimper escaped. Because she couldn’t take more of his fulfillment? Or because she didn’t want the night to end?
Chapter Six
N ick couldn’t believe he’d tied Holly up. He couldn’t believe she’d let him gag her. Hell, he couldn’t believe how hard he’d fucked her.
So he was a little nervous about what he’d see in her eyes when he faced her. Fear? Regret? Embarrassment?
Rather than dwell on it, Nick removed his semi-hard cock from that snug channel. He wrapped his arms around Holly’s midsection and buried his nose in her hair. She smelled heavenly. Like vanilla. Like sugar cookies. Like home.
She sagged against him with a sigh.
A sigh was good. “You hungry? I could order room service.”
“It has to be like two in the morning. I’m sure the restaurant isn’t open.”
“That’s probably true.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Always. But not hungry enough to leave you here alone while I track down food. Maybe I’ll venture to the vending machine later.” Nick kissed the top of her head. “For now, I’ll start the bath.” He retreated to the bathroom.
After ditching the condom, he flipped on the faucets for the garden style tub. As he washed his face and hands he heard a loud knock on the door.
Holly poked her head in. “Sorry to bug you, but can I sneak in the shower? I’m all sticky from the champagne.”
“I’ll join you. Especially since it was my doin’, getting you all sticky.” Before she protested, he opened the glass door and dragged her inside. He cranked the water on, keeping his back to the spray until it warmed up.
“Nick, we shouldn’t—”
“We should. Don’t think of anything but how my hands feel on your skin. Just think of this. Of how well we fit together. In so many different ways.” Nick brought Holly’s arms up to wreathe his neck. He slid his lips over hers, allowing his hands to wander over her slippery curves as he positioned her so the heated shower spray landed on her back.
He caught her sigh of satisfaction and pulled it deep into his lungs, filling his body and soul with her sweetness. The leisurely sweep of his hands became a silent promise that this time he’d take it slow. And he did. He kissed her and teased her and touched her to his heart’s
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