Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) by Nicole North

about it?
    Mumbling words she
couldn’t understand, he hugged her closer and nuzzled his face into the hair at
the back of her neck. His heated breath against her neck stimulated a tickling
sensation that traveled down her spine, spreading mesmerizing arousal to every
cell of her body.
    Wow.
    It had been eons
since a man had held her—more than two years. She’d forgotten what she’d been
missing. In Nick’s arms, she felt safe and protected and almost…cherished. Was
she nuts? She didn’t know, but she loved the feel of his strong arm around her.
    Abruptly, he moved
his hand upward from her waist, slowly grazing his fingertips over her ribs,
then gently cupped her breast and moaned.
    Oh my god. Need struck her hard.
    He lightly tweaked
her rigid nipple through the material of her nightgown and instinct caused her
to shove her ass back against his groin. His granite erection ground against
her.  Oh god, he felt amazing. But, gasping in shock at herself, she forced
herself to pull away.
    “Where you going?” he
murmured and tightened his hold around her torso.
    “You’re awake?”
    “I am now. What about
you?”
    Awake? Yes. Able to breathe and make rational decisions? No.
    Why had he gotten
into bed with her? She’d left him sitting on the sofa.
    She started to ask,
but he trailed a hand downward over her stomach, then beneath her gown. The
roughened tips of his fingers slipped into the top edge of her bikini panties.
    “Nick?” She’d meant
it to be a protest, but it came out breathy. Dammit, she didn’t get breathy.
    “Hmm?” It sounded
like a wicked moan. His prickly beard stubble scraped against her neck,
abrasive but arousing.
    She held her breath
when his hand inched slowly lower, over her mound. Oh, he was being extremely
bad and so was she, because she couldn’t tell him to stop. Gently, his short
blunt fingernails raked through her pussy hair, patiently up and down,
incredibly stimulating. Warm, wet arousal drenched her crotch.
    Touch me, Nick,
please.
    Gradually, his hand
moved lower. With his fingertips, he teased the outer lips of her sex. Her
libido shifted into overdrive. Moaning, she barely restrained herself from
thrusting her butt against him again, inviting him to slide inside her.
    Prickly-hot moisture
rushed through her pussy and toward his hand. She couldn’t be near him without
getting turned on. That’s the way it had always been. But now that sensation
was magnified a thousand times. She’d never felt anything like it.
    His finger slid
between her sex lips and across her clit. Gasping at the blinding flash of
need, she felt paralyzed and unable to breathe, clearly some instinctive
malfunction that held her enthralled while a prime alpha male could do his
worst. Or best.
    “Damn, you’re
drenched.” He slid two fingers through her moisture. “Spread your legs a
little,” he whispered.
    No, I don’t want
to! Yes, she
did. Who could resist the indulgence of being stroked by those gifted fingers?
Not her. She lifted her top leg.
    “Yeah.” Two of his
fingers slid along her swollen sex lips toward her opening, then dipped inside.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good, Emily,” he growled.
    Arousal pounded
through her body like a loud, erotic, hard-rock song. Her back arched and her
ass rubbed against his rigid cock. What would it feel like driving into her?
She could just imagine how the flared head would stimulate the walls of her
pussy.
    She squirmed, annoyed
at the clothes and sheets between them. Moaning, she craved his bare, heated
skin stroking over hers. He felt so sexy, with his rough, almost harsh
masculinity, she wanted to attack him. She yearned to be pinned under him, at
his mercy, while he drove his luscious, hard cock relentlessly into her. The
pleasure would be overwhelming.
    Though it had been
years, she’d seen his erection and knew it was long and thick. She didn’t know
if she could handle him, but she wanted to try.
    “Nick?”
    “Yeah.” He pulled one
of her