blue eyes from her. Grabbing her hands, he directed them back to his chest.
Her fingers curled around the tightly muscled pecs. She felt the wet heat flood her again; her mouth began to water as he closed his eyes. Nic moaned low as if he was savoring the light scratch of her nails over his tight male nipples. Jenna took advantage of his obvious bliss to gently squeeze each tiny peak.
Nic’s back arched and his eyes snapped open. He positioned his hands at the neck of her shirt, ripping it in two. Her breasts spilled out of the opening and her skin burned.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like I knew you would be.” His hands slowly danced across her upper body. Jenna’s flesh quivered and her nipples puckered even harder, waiting in breathless anticipation for his next touch. He was teasing her mercilessly, and it was killing her.
He slipped one long finger into his mouth, wetting it. Jenna held her breath as he sucked it slowly, bringing out of his wicked mouth and down to her pale nipple. Jenna bucked upwards as his wet finger made contact, tracing her taut nipple. His eyes glowed with unrestrained joy at her reaction and, laughing, he bent down and blew across the sensitized peak. Jenna moaned into the sensation. Nic was shredding her sanity one soft puff at a time. The pleasure was indescribable; the feelings gathering in her were overwhelming.
Tears filled her brown eyes. No one ever treated her with such care, such tenderness.
No one had ever showered her with such acceptance and affection. The first drop tumbled over her lashes to land on her cheek. Ducking her head, she tried to hide her joy, her pain.
Nic’s hand came under her chin, turning her to face him. Seeing her wet cheeks his brows knit together, puzzled. Thoughtful for a second, he leaned down, licking the saline away. The one small gesture caused the damn to burst. Jenna couldn’t stop the flow of tears raining down, and after a moment she didn’t even try.
He never said a word, he just let her cry, sipping each tear from her cheeks. He was drinking her sorrow, and the act devastated her control.
Her chest hurt, her heart swelling with something she was afraid to name. It was impossible to feel this much for a virtual stranger, wasn’t it? But then, was Nico really a stranger to her? They’d shared the most intimate moments she’d ever experienced before they’d even met, in her dreams.
She tried desperately to swallow the rest of her pain; she didn’t want to pollute the night with her past. She wasn’t going to corrupt a beautiful memory, lying in Nic’s arms was where she belonged. She was going to celebrate what was to come.
Chapter Four
Jenna’s every quiver echoed in his own body, her every tear. There was nothing he could do but let her cry. She needed to purge herself. No one could escape what she had without some kind of trauma haunting them. Fuck, it was hard to do nothing but hold her.
Her tears shredded his heart, tore his gut. He silently vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her from ever going through this kind of pain again. For now, he held her as the past crept up on her.
Damn, he admired her courage. She didn’t sob out loud, nor did she curse the world, which would have been her right. She wept silently, and when it was enough she gave a hard swallow, and stopped.
Nic pressed his cool fingers to her hot cheek, bringing her eyes up to meet his, trying to pour all of his love, his passion and his admiration into his gaze. He must have succeeded at least a little, because her eyes widened, her lips parting on a small gasp.
His control broke yet again. This woman possessed the magic spell that shattered his control with one wondering look.
He fell on her again, wrapping his arms around her. Chest to chest, he held her, kissing her endlessly, pushing his tongue into her wet mouth, reassuring her that he was here, that he was real. That he was hers.
Jenna kissed him back with equal hunger, fingers
Her fingers curled around the tightly muscled pecs. She felt the wet heat flood her again; her mouth began to water as he closed his eyes. Nic moaned low as if he was savoring the light scratch of her nails over his tight male nipples. Jenna took advantage of his obvious bliss to gently squeeze each tiny peak.
Nic’s back arched and his eyes snapped open. He positioned his hands at the neck of her shirt, ripping it in two. Her breasts spilled out of the opening and her skin burned.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Just like I knew you would be.” His hands slowly danced across her upper body. Jenna’s flesh quivered and her nipples puckered even harder, waiting in breathless anticipation for his next touch. He was teasing her mercilessly, and it was killing her.
He slipped one long finger into his mouth, wetting it. Jenna held her breath as he sucked it slowly, bringing out of his wicked mouth and down to her pale nipple. Jenna bucked upwards as his wet finger made contact, tracing her taut nipple. His eyes glowed with unrestrained joy at her reaction and, laughing, he bent down and blew across the sensitized peak. Jenna moaned into the sensation. Nic was shredding her sanity one soft puff at a time. The pleasure was indescribable; the feelings gathering in her were overwhelming.
Tears filled her brown eyes. No one ever treated her with such care, such tenderness.
No one had ever showered her with such acceptance and affection. The first drop tumbled over her lashes to land on her cheek. Ducking her head, she tried to hide her joy, her pain.
Nic’s hand came under her chin, turning her to face him. Seeing her wet cheeks his brows knit together, puzzled. Thoughtful for a second, he leaned down, licking the saline away. The one small gesture caused the damn to burst. Jenna couldn’t stop the flow of tears raining down, and after a moment she didn’t even try.
He never said a word, he just let her cry, sipping each tear from her cheeks. He was drinking her sorrow, and the act devastated her control.
Her chest hurt, her heart swelling with something she was afraid to name. It was impossible to feel this much for a virtual stranger, wasn’t it? But then, was Nico really a stranger to her? They’d shared the most intimate moments she’d ever experienced before they’d even met, in her dreams.
She tried desperately to swallow the rest of her pain; she didn’t want to pollute the night with her past. She wasn’t going to corrupt a beautiful memory, lying in Nic’s arms was where she belonged. She was going to celebrate what was to come.
Chapter Four
Jenna’s every quiver echoed in his own body, her every tear. There was nothing he could do but let her cry. She needed to purge herself. No one could escape what she had without some kind of trauma haunting them. Fuck, it was hard to do nothing but hold her.
Her tears shredded his heart, tore his gut. He silently vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her from ever going through this kind of pain again. For now, he held her as the past crept up on her.
Damn, he admired her courage. She didn’t sob out loud, nor did she curse the world, which would have been her right. She wept silently, and when it was enough she gave a hard swallow, and stopped.
Nic pressed his cool fingers to her hot cheek, bringing her eyes up to meet his, trying to pour all of his love, his passion and his admiration into his gaze. He must have succeeded at least a little, because her eyes widened, her lips parting on a small gasp.
His control broke yet again. This woman possessed the magic spell that shattered his control with one wondering look.
He fell on her again, wrapping his arms around her. Chest to chest, he held her, kissing her endlessly, pushing his tongue into her wet mouth, reassuring her that he was here, that he was real. That he was hers.
Jenna kissed him back with equal hunger, fingers
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