Bid Me Now (13 page)

Her fingers dug harder into his scalp when he concentrated on her clit. “Oh, God…oh, God…
yes
!”
 

Her sob of need urged him on. He loved the way she trembled under his hands and how her little choked moans grew louder when he worked down her sex, then back to her clit. At most, she was ten seconds away. Or maybe less. A short time later, she gave a single loud gasp, her hips locking in his hands as her orgasm slammed through her.

Nick couldn’t stop his wide grin as he looked up at her face. “Was that good or what?”

She released a deep, shuddery sigh. “That was good.”
 

He climbed up her body to kiss her. When she traced her tongue along his bottom lip, then his top, tasting herself with such deliberate, sensual slowness, Nick found himself growling with pure, primal lust. He turned to grab a condom, but Miri pushed up on an elbow and slid her hand onto his cock again as if intending to return the favor or something.
 

“Am I doing this right?” Her question was almost matter-of-fact as her small fingers began to pump his length, her eyes flicking between her hand and his face, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Miri, you don’t have to…” Nick started to say, but fell back with a loud groan, barely able to believe what was happening. “Oh, Jeez, what the…?” He raised his head again to look down at her hand, his only just functioning brain caught between ecstasy and incredulity. Where the hell did she learn to do that? It must be some sort of fucking
sculpting
technique. She was born to it.
 

“You’re so big and beautiful. Are you
sure
I’m doing this right?” she asked again, as if the two statements belonged together.
 

Nick clenched his teeth. “Oh, God woman, you’re doing it too right.” He’d give himself no chance of holding out with her doing that, and no way was he about to embarrass himself. Pushing her hand away, Nick grabbed and rolled on the condom in one swift movement before lifting her neatly on to her back, feeling her gasp under his weight. Never in his life had he ever wanted anyone or anything so much as he wanted this moment with Miri. He wanted to make
love
to her. Totally.

With one elbow on the bed to hold himself up, he slid his other hand between them to guide himself into her very slowly. In truth, he was terrified of hurting her, she felt so tight around his shaft. Buried inside her body, he held still, giving her time to accommodate his length. She lay quietly for a moment, then wrapped her legs around his butt and pushed up in invitation.

Nick kept his thrusts gentle and shallow, loving the way her core clamped him with every stroke and the little grunts she made against his neck. But gentle and shallow wasn’t going to satisfy either of them; he knew that even before Miri’s heels dug into his butt to urge him deeper. With a low growl of need, Nick worked harder, but still cautiously, into her, feeling Miri taking him deeper with every stroke.
 

“Please, Nick,” she begged against his neck, and Nick’s worries faded in an instant. Now he let himself go, thrusting fast and hard, sliding his hand under her butt to lift her as her legs locked harder around his waist.
 

Nick was lost in her. He found himself groaning with pleasure as Miri’s hips lifted to meet him stroke for stroke, her fingers digging into his back, her breath rasping hard against his throat. He tried to work his hand down between them to finger her clit, but their bodies seemed fused, and the intensity of his deep thrusts made it too late for both of them anyway. Her climax clamped him just as his own shuddering release sent him over the edge moments later.

Nick fell back on the bed like a lump of concrete, his arms cradling Miri, his heart thumping like a jackhammer. He had a strong sex drive, and hell, he’d need every bit of it with this woman. She was addictive. He eased the condom off, aware of Miri’s eyes tracking his every move. It was as if everything he did was something to be studied. Something to do with her artistic temperament, perhaps? Whatever it was, he loved it.

“You okay? Anything you need?” he asked into her hair as he cuddled her again.

“No, except maybe…” she murmured with a small sigh against his chest, her hair tickling his chin. “Hey! I was joking. Where are you going?”
 

“You’ll see.”

“Not…?”

“Maybe.” Nick hauled himself from the bed and headed bare-assed to the kitchen, surprised that he still had the energy to put a bounce in his step. He pulled the covered tray from the refrigerator and checked under the lid. The kitchen had gotten it right. Carrying the tray to the bedroom, he paused to watch Miri plumping pillows around herself like some princess waiting for service. She was cute, having fun with it.

He set the tray down on the bed. “Fuel.”

She scooted across the bed to remove the cover, then laughed in delight. “Mmmm! Where’s yours?”

“Still in the kitchen. I’m not much of a chocolate eater.” He sat himself on the edge of the bed, and watched her delicately pick the cherry from the top of the chocolate mousse and pop it in her mouth. “I guess you’ll be wanting my cherry as well,” he added, pretty sure she’d come back with some cheeky retort.

“Waste of time, your cherry went years ago,” she countered, watching him from under her lashes as she sucked her finger.
 

Nick couldn’t help but laugh. With any other woman, he’d find that so cliché, but she made it fun. She was all sass and play, and damned if he could remember ever having so much fun with a woman.
 

He watched her spoon dollops of mousse into her soft mouth, licking the spoon after every bite.
 

“More?” he asked with a grin after she’d licked the last trace from a finger.
 

Her mouth curved in a coy half-smile and she shook her head, her eyes flicking hot on his cock. He groaned at that scorching stare. “Nope. I’d rather kiss you.”
 

Blood surged in an instant. “I’d like to kiss you, too.” Well, for a start he’d kiss her, and then he’d find all those sweet spots of hers again.

She looked up and pouted, her beautiful eyes wide with mischief. “But then again, maybe I’m done with kissing for the night.”
 

“Oh, I doubt that.”
 

She licked her lips. “Well, maybe one kiss.”
 

Nick laughed again when she crawled across the bed to kiss him, but lost his laugh when she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. She tasted of chocolate and hot sex.

“Didn’t you say just one kiss?” he reminded her gently, when she kissed her way over his face, then found his mouth again. He tangled his fingers in her hair, easing her head back so he could look into her eyes. She looked like an aroused angel, and he couldn’t get enough of her. A moment later, she pulled away to straddle him, positioning her knees each side of his thighs, her face inches from his. He was looking forward to this, holding her on top of him, plunging deep.

But when she slid her hand down to hold his erection against her belly, her fingers working that rhythm that she was so good at, Nick felt the familiar ache at the base of his cock that told him he was too close for comfort. It was beyond him how Miri could blow his normally iron-clad control so easily. She wasn’t experienced in the way he was used to, but hell, she didn’t need to be. She had an innate sensuality and joy for taking and giving pleasure that straight-out amazed him.
 

Grabbing a condom from the bedside stand, he sucked back a groan as Miri lifted her hips and began rubbing the head of his cock against herself, making him almost come right there and then.

“Hold it.” Nick held his breath until she stilled, and then he sheathed himself in record time. “Okay, got it.” He spread his fingers over her hips to ease her down, but she gently pushed them away.
 

“Let me,” she murmured with a small, happy sigh, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock to ease herself down on him inch by measured inch until she was fully anchored on his length, her green eyes never leaving his for an instant.
 

Nick figured her leisurely pace would be better for his control, but when she suddenly squirmed to adjust to him, he knew he’d gotten that wrong. Hell, she felt good.
 

But then by some miracle Miri held herself completely still for half a minute, and Nick silently thanked the universe.
 

He closed his eyes to savor the exquisite pressure of her around his shaft, as very slowly she began to move on him, her hair brushing his face as she bent her head to watch each languid slide up his length, almost leaving him completely, her fingers slipping around the base of his cock to guide him into herself again.
 

So wet and warm and impossibly tight. With Miri controlling the stroke and her fingers playing with his dick, the last of his control would be all shot to hell in thirty seconds if he didn’t do something about it, and fast.
 

Nick began contemplating the state of the economy as a distraction. Spreading his fingers, he cupped her backside, trying not to think about how perfectly her plump little ass fit into his hands or how her beautiful breasts brushed against his chest with every rise and fall of her slender body. It didn’t help when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to rub herself against his shaft precisely where she needed it, making her pump faster while he concentrated on the Gross Domestic Product.
 

Mercifully, it didn’t take long for Miri to lose her rhythm as she neared her orgasm, so he took over, lifting her up so he could push deep, desperately trying to be gentle and praying for strength to last the distance. But Miri didn’t seem to want gentle, wriggling on his dick, urging him to go harder. With both hands holding her steady, Nick finally gave up trying to hold back and drove deep, feeling Miri clamping him, her body trembling under his grip.
 

And, moments of sweet torture later, when he felt his point of no return rising up his shaft, Miri gave a soft gasp, and he knew they were both there.

Nick didn’t know what time they finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, except that it was late, and it was after Miri had gotten busy with her mouth.

And didn’t he know it, she was a natural.

CHAPTER TEN

If this was “make up for lost time” sex, she never wanted to catch up.
 

Miri lay in the middle of Nick’s bed, staring at the ceiling fan and trying to remember how many times they had made love. It must have been a lot if she couldn’t remember. Of course, she did remember every other detail, just not the statistics.
 

She smiled at her sexy thoughts.
 
For the first time, she’d spent the night in a hotel with a man. Made love to him until the wee hours. Had her first contented morning-after face in years. So many firsts. And now she was about to have her first breakfast with Nick.

Pulling herself up, Miri leaned across the bed to watch him in the living room ordering room service. Naked had never looked so good.

“Delivery in forty minutes. Right, thanks.” He put the phone down and turned toward her, wearing that cheeky lopsided grin she now knew so well. “Stop looking at my ass.”

Miri pulled the sheet over herself, faking modesty and indignation. “I’m
not
.”

He grinned all the way to the bedroom. She giggled as his eyes X-rayed her body through the sheet.
 

“Denial won’t work, young lady.”

Of course she’d been looking at his ass, and every other delicious bit of him. “Well, you’re only standing there naked for my benefit,” she accused him, squealing with laughter when he slipped into bed and flicked the sheet off her.

“Now it’s my turn,” he mumbled, kissing his way down to her breast. She arched as his tongue worked around a nipple. “I didn’t know what you’d like for breakfast, so I ordered fruit, cereal, eggs, toast, pancakes, coffee, and tea. Okay?”
 

 
“Mmm…oh, God,
yes
.” Miri moaned when his mouth found her other nipple. “What time is it?” she asked with difficulty. She was on fire again . How she could even be thinking about more sex was beyond her. She was a little sore and more than a little worn out, but her body was telling her she needed more “make up for lost time” sex.
 

Nick ran his tongue down her belly. “Around ten-thirty.”

“Omigosh, that late? Why didn’t you wake me?” She tried to lift her head but sank back as Nick’s mouth found a breast again.

Nick looked up and grinned. “Couldn’t bring myself to do it. You looked so peaceful lying there snoring.”

“I don’t snore.” She pinched his arm, and Nick pulled himself up to wrap her in a bear hug.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “No, but if you did, I’m sure it would be a very pretty snore coming out of that very pretty nose of yours.” He pulled his head back to look into her eyes. “How are you this morning?”

Miri sighed happily and matched his warm gaze. “I’m good. And how are you this morning?”

“Terrific,” he answered, nosing her hair to one side to nuzzle at a spot below her ear. He squeezed her butt and Miri snuggled close, slipping down to kiss his chest and rubbing her cheek against the sprinkling of dark hair, her fingers following the narrow trail down his belly.

He kissed her hair. “Forty minutes. Plenty of time.”
 

“For what?” A silly question made sillier when Nick flipped her over and pulled her butt against his hips. Forty minutes would easily cover it. His cock felt like a tire iron against her. So insatiable.

Nick’s fingers slid between her legs. “Good?” he asked casually, sliding his thumb along her sex.

Another silly question. Miri gripped the pillow, her body rippling from head to toe. “Hm-mm.” Her small affirmation couldn’t possibly describe how good it felt. He laughed softly against her hair and skillfully focused his fingers on her clit, increasing his rhythm when she started to tremble. He knew exactly what she liked.