I was such a slave to my body, but as I turned my head toward his, and felt my nose brush his cheek, I didn’t care. “I’m going to let you make my morning.”
He stiffened against me and then said, “Thank God.”
My eyes drifted shut as I turned myself over to his capable hands, and he didn’t make me wait long. He shifted so his forehead was pressing against my temple, and I realized that in that position he could see what he was doing.
That turned me on even more.
Nick drew his hand back up to just below my navel, lingered there almost reverently, and then his large hand slid under the band of my sweats. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “Tell me this whole time you’ve had nothing on under these?”
“Nothing.” Heat turned my blood to lava. “I didn’t expect anyone last night.”
His fingers slowly ventured south as he used his knee to nudge my legs apart. “So you’re like this when you’re home alone? No panties.”
“Mostly.” My breath caught as the tips of his fingers brushed the sensitive nub.
“Damn. I’m not going to ever forget that.”
I started to respond, but then he cupped me and all thoughts vanished. His fingers trailed lightly between my legs, moving back and forth in a languid manner that curled my toes. My breathing constricted.
“You’re so soft here. I think it’s the only part of you that is.”
I wanted to tell him that wasn’t the case. That I was a big fuzzy ball of fluff when it really came down to it, but one finger grew bold, slipping inside me. My hips arched, taking him deeper, and his answering groan sent another flash of heat through me.
His finger began to move through the wetness, slow and steady, taking his time, and my hips chased the shallow movements. A breathy moan escaped me as he added another finger, gently stretching me. I grabbed at him, curling my fingers around his wrist. Tension built and coiled in the pit of my stomach.
Nick twisted his hand so that his palm pressed against the bundle of nerves, wringing a gasp out of me.
“Oh God,” I whispered. Muscles clenched.
“That’s it.” His voice was thick, needy. “I can feel you.”
The pace of his fingers picked up, going deeper and faster, and that tension continued to coil until the pressure shattered, whipping darts of pleasure through me. My cries were throaty and my hips came clear off the couch as the release burst into tiny aftershocks.
Nick stayed with me, knowing exactly when to slow his fingers, and when he eased them out of me, I watched him, utterly spent and dazed, my muscles nothing more than goo as he lifted those fingers to his mouth.
Holy crap.
A whole new wave of lust slammed into me as those fingers popped out. “Best breakfast I’ve ever had.”
Rolling onto my side, I reached for the bulge that had been pressing against my thigh this entire time, but he reached down, catching my wrist. My eyes widened. “You’re going to stop me?”
His expression tensed. “As much as I’m going to hate myself for this, I’m going to have to.”
“Why? You had your breakfast. I want mine.”
Nick’s brows rose.
“Protein shake,” I said, and my lips twitched.
A shock of laughter roared out of him. “Holy shit. You went there.”
“I did.” I tried to reach him again, but his grip tightened.
He let out a short breath. “What time do you have to go to work?”
At first I didn’t understand why in the hell he’d bring up that question, but then it struck me. The bliss faded. “Oh my God.” I jerked back and jackknifed into a sitting position. My gaze zeroed in on the clock. “Holy shit! I need to get ready.”
“Thought you needed your protein shake?”
I shot him a look as I lurched to my feet and thankfully didn’t tumble over. “That protein shake is going to have to wait.”
Nick stretched out, throwing his arms above his head as he eyed me from his reclined position. For a moment I couldn’t move as I stared down at him. A very irresponsible part of me wanted to say screw it and literally screw it, but I couldn’t. I backed away.
“Maybe later?” he offered, eyes hooded.
I drew in a shallow breath. “Definitely later.”
Chapter 17
With Nick working the evenings and me working during the day, there wasn’t a lot of time for us to see one another. I knew I could visit him at the bar, but what was developing between us seemed too new and fragile for me to become his personal barfly.
But that didn’t mean he was MIA after he left my place Thursday morning.
He texted that night when he arrived at Mona’s, and checked in on Friday when he got up, which was a lot earlier than I thought for someone who worked until one in the morning. Then again, now that I knew he had his grandfather to watch over, he was probably operating on minimal sleep.
Saturday night I’d done what was a first for me. I texted Nick before I went to bed. I’d done so giggling like I was sixteen, and his answering text left a smile on my face.
While you’re sleeping, I’m thinking about breakfast.
I so knew what he meant.
For nearly four days I’d been thinking about “breakfast” and when I could get a second helping, and those thoughts intruded at the most inopportune times. Like when Marcus was rattling off a list of things I needed to do or when Deanna from HR joined me for lunch on Friday. While she’d been talking about her daughter’s recent engagement, my thoughts had pranced into uncharted territory. I was wondering what it felt like to go to sleep and wake up in bed with Nick.