before.”
“That’s because you didn’t see under my clothes before,” Mia said, a light note of teasing in her voice.
He didn’t smile; he kept staring at the bruise intently.
“Nick? What?”
“I’m sorry, Mia.” He touched the bruises on her shoulder and her cheek, ran his fingers around the bandage on her temple. “I should have been there when you needed me… I should have gotten to you faster. I could have stopped all of this from happening to you.”
“You told me that that guy came to the bar that night with drugs in his pockets, intending to hurt someone. That meant that he was watching you too, watching to see when you weren’t around. I don’t blame you, Nick, and you shouldn’t, either.”
He shook his head. “I still feel responsible…”
“And you’re forgetting one thing, aren’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“If that guy hadn’t done what he did, none of this would be happening.” She ran her hands over his chest again, down his muscled upper arms. “And frankly, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than where I am right now.”
He smiled. “That’s true.” Nick looked at her, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties, much curvier than he had expected, and his cock responded, almost painfully, to her quiet, pale beauty. He had to make love to her; he had to see her come under him. He wanted to be as close to her as it was possible to be.
Mia’s eyes followed his hands as they moved to the snap on his jeans; she watched him lower the zipper and kick the jeans off and across the floor. His cock was pushing his boxers out and she knew he was just as huge down there as he was everywhere else. Her breath caught and she reached out, almost afraid. Nick closed his eyes and groaned as she touched him, stroking him through the material.
His self-control getting a bit shaky, he turned her around and undid the clasp on her bra, kissing the back of her neck. She shivered and felt her legs weaken. She faced him again and his eyes went to her breasts.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Not too small?” she said.
“No, babe. Perfect.” He ran his tongue over her nipples, kissing and lapping at them. His hands were on her back, and she arched and pushed herself in to his mouth, trusting him to hold her up. His mouth started to move down her body, kissing her curved stomach. Lower. Lower. She gasped as his mouth reached her sex, kissing her through the wisp of material, running his tongue over her softness.
Mia shook with desire. Her pussy was opening, turning hot and liquid, soaking her. He felt it on his lips and groaned.
Oh, dear God. She is just so hot. I need to taste her.
He knelt in front of her and roughly pulled her underwear down her legs. With one finger he traced the outline of her lower lips and Mia closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to be able to stand up much longer.
Almost as if he heard her, Nick laid down on the bed and pulled her down next to him. She stretched her body out against his and felt him against every inch of her. He wrapped his arms around her carefully and his mouth blazed a trail of fire down her body. He reached her sex and looked up at her.
Those golden eyes were shining and hot as she smiled at him.
“I want to kiss you here, Mia. I’m going to kiss you until you come under my mouth… soft and sweet and shaking.”
She gasped at his words; no man had ever just come out and said what he wanted to do to her and she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
Nick lowered his head to her lips, her scent and taste filling his senses: she was sweet and musky and wet and he devoured her. His tongue found her vulnerable centre and pressed gently. Her answering shudder drove him on, and he lapped at her clit, sucked on it, listening to her panting and moaning, loving the writhing of her body under his touch.
Mia was slowly losing every ounce of control she had. What Nick was doing felt so different than
“That’s because you didn’t see under my clothes before,” Mia said, a light note of teasing in her voice.
He didn’t smile; he kept staring at the bruise intently.
“Nick? What?”
“I’m sorry, Mia.” He touched the bruises on her shoulder and her cheek, ran his fingers around the bandage on her temple. “I should have been there when you needed me… I should have gotten to you faster. I could have stopped all of this from happening to you.”
“You told me that that guy came to the bar that night with drugs in his pockets, intending to hurt someone. That meant that he was watching you too, watching to see when you weren’t around. I don’t blame you, Nick, and you shouldn’t, either.”
He shook his head. “I still feel responsible…”
“And you’re forgetting one thing, aren’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“If that guy hadn’t done what he did, none of this would be happening.” She ran her hands over his chest again, down his muscled upper arms. “And frankly, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than where I am right now.”
He smiled. “That’s true.” Nick looked at her, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties, much curvier than he had expected, and his cock responded, almost painfully, to her quiet, pale beauty. He had to make love to her; he had to see her come under him. He wanted to be as close to her as it was possible to be.
Mia’s eyes followed his hands as they moved to the snap on his jeans; she watched him lower the zipper and kick the jeans off and across the floor. His cock was pushing his boxers out and she knew he was just as huge down there as he was everywhere else. Her breath caught and she reached out, almost afraid. Nick closed his eyes and groaned as she touched him, stroking him through the material.
His self-control getting a bit shaky, he turned her around and undid the clasp on her bra, kissing the back of her neck. She shivered and felt her legs weaken. She faced him again and his eyes went to her breasts.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Not too small?” she said.
“No, babe. Perfect.” He ran his tongue over her nipples, kissing and lapping at them. His hands were on her back, and she arched and pushed herself in to his mouth, trusting him to hold her up. His mouth started to move down her body, kissing her curved stomach. Lower. Lower. She gasped as his mouth reached her sex, kissing her through the wisp of material, running his tongue over her softness.
Mia shook with desire. Her pussy was opening, turning hot and liquid, soaking her. He felt it on his lips and groaned.
Oh, dear God. She is just so hot. I need to taste her.
He knelt in front of her and roughly pulled her underwear down her legs. With one finger he traced the outline of her lower lips and Mia closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to be able to stand up much longer.
Almost as if he heard her, Nick laid down on the bed and pulled her down next to him. She stretched her body out against his and felt him against every inch of her. He wrapped his arms around her carefully and his mouth blazed a trail of fire down her body. He reached her sex and looked up at her.
Those golden eyes were shining and hot as she smiled at him.
“I want to kiss you here, Mia. I’m going to kiss you until you come under my mouth… soft and sweet and shaking.”
She gasped at his words; no man had ever just come out and said what he wanted to do to her and she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
Nick lowered his head to her lips, her scent and taste filling his senses: she was sweet and musky and wet and he devoured her. His tongue found her vulnerable centre and pressed gently. Her answering shudder drove him on, and he lapped at her clit, sucked on it, listening to her panting and moaning, loving the writhing of her body under his touch.
Mia was slowly losing every ounce of control she had. What Nick was doing felt so different than
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