How He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) (11 page)

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. “Eric,” he said. “And you must be Julianne? Wow, Nick’s finally gotten something right,” he smiled warmly, looking at me but not in a rude, checking me out kind of way. It made me feel warm inside that he knew who I was. It told me that Nick had been talking about me.

Just then, Nick arrived at the door, still sporting his suit as I requested. He had loosened the tie but left it on, and the jacket was still on, too. “Hands off, dude,” Nick joked, playfully punching Eric in the arm.

I stepped inside and Nick took me into his arms, pressing his lips firmly against mine. I was surprised that he kissed me in front of Eric. In fact, it marked the first time he had kissed me in front of another person. I suddenly felt the sensation that everything was just as it should be; everything was completely right with the world. We broke apart as Eric began talking.

“I’m heading out. I’ve got a date tonight, and I expect that it will end up at her apartment in Tempe. Have a nice weekend. I plan on being
back Sunday at 5:00, and if it’s going to be any sooner, I’ll text,” Eric said to Nick, hauling an overnight bag behind him as he walked toward the door to the garage. “Nice meeting you, Julianne,” he winked at me before stepping out into the garage.

“Where’s your brother?” I asked, hoping that he would be out for the weekend as well.

“He’s in California until Tuesday. We’ve got the place to ourselves, baby.” It was like he could read my mind. He smiled coyly. “What would you like to do?”

I smiled back, just as coyly. “Oh, I can think of a few things,” I said, thinking more specifically, “Make out, get you naked, fool around, sex.”

He pushed me back against the front door, pinning me with his hips, and he pressed his lips to mine. My heart skipped a beat and my knees became shaky as his kiss deepened, back to the slow, sensual kisses I was used to from him. His warm tongue circled around mine and suddenly I could hardly stand how hot for him I was. I slipped my arms around his neck. He tasted of mint and sweet candy and Nick. I wanted to devour him. His hands came up to my face, just like when he kissed me on New Year’s Eve. He was so seductive, so unlike any other man I had ever been with. One hand cupped my cheek while the other moved into my hair, and then the hand on my cheek moved down to my hip. His hands on my body were driving me crazy.

He pulled back, both of us breathless. I closed my eyes, hoping that he would kiss me like that some more. Instead, he spoke in a husky whisper: “Can I take you upstairs?”

I opened my eyes and found his gaze burning into mine. I nodded. This was, after all, why I had come here for the weekend, and I was more than ready for what he had planned for me. He took my hand, turned, and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. This was the second time I was in his bedroom, but this time I was awake enough to see it all.

Floor to ceiling windows lined one wall, covered with sliding shutters to keep the light out. The two sets of middle shutters were moved over the two sets of end shutters, revealing a spectacular view of a lake. As I walked closer, I noticed the middle two windows were doors leading out onto a balcony with a gorgeous view of the Superstition Mountains. As I looked, Nick lit candles and the soft smell of vanilla engulfed the room. He stood next to me, taking in the view with me. “Gorgeous,” I said.

“The view? Yeah, it’s nice,” he said.

“I was talking about you,” I said.

He smiled. “You’re the gorgeous one here,” he said. I grinned and pulled him closer to me by his tie. His arms encircled my waist, and he locked his lips on mine as I felt my heart pounding in my chest. It was beating so loudly that I was sure he could hear it, too. His lips parted, and I felt his tongue meet mine slowly and sensuously. I would never, ever get tired of kissing this man. I slipped his suit jacket off, and he let it fall to the floor behind him, focused on kissing me instead. He smoothly moved me over to the bed, gently backing me up so that my knees hit the mattress and I naturally sat. I scooted back to lie on his pillow, and he laid down beside me, continuing his erotic assault with his tongue against mine. Nick took the initiative as he lowered his head to kiss my neck. As requested, I had left my dress on for him, and he worked his way down to my cleavage. I ran the tips of my fingers up his back and arched into him as he kissed my chest. He looked up at me, and from that angle, he looked devilishly handsome, his eyes dark and hooded.

He kissed his way back up my neck to my shoulder, and I pulled his tie to loosen it for him. He pulled it all the way off and sucked on my earlobe, and then he grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands and stretched them above my head, skillfully tying them to a bar in his headboard with his tie, his eyes meeting mine as if to ensure that it was okay. It was more than okay. Holy hell, this was
hot
. I’d never been tied up before, and it made me feel reckless and animalistic. I couldn’t wait to see what this seductive man had in store for me next, and I loved the idea of him taking control over me.

He straddled me and kissed me hard, his kisses becoming desperate and full of desire. He ran his hands down my arms and over my breasts, down my ribs to my belly, where I felt the deepest muscles clenching with need for him. He pushed his hips down, allowing me to feel his full erection against me. He moved his hands back up to my breasts, and he found my nipples through my dress, playing lightly with them through the fabric. His touch was
magic
. Then he pulled the top of my dress down, grasping my bra in the process so that both of my breasts were exposed. He groaned in appreciation as he wrapped one arm around me to pull me close to him, using his free hand to find my nipple. His long fingers grasped my nipple and tugged, and I arched up into him as I moaned loudly. I wanted to taste his body; I wanted to lick his chest and suck on his nipples, but he was still wearing his shirt and my arms were tied up so I couldn’t take it off of him. His mouth found my nipple and I nearly came when he tugged on it with his teeth. He sucked and rubbed as he grinded his erection into me, and I found myself panting with need for him. I had to know what he felt like inside of me; it was some primal need that I had never felt before with any other man.

He sat up, still straddling me, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I wanted to do that,” I said, my voice hoarse and laced with lust.

“By all means,” he
said, his voice low and sexy. He pulled the tie and freed my wrists, and my hands were on him in a nanosecond, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as I could.

I finally made it to the last button. His shirt hung open, and all I could do was stare at his perfect body. He had the perfect cut of a six-pack, and he had very minimal hair. His chest was broad and
tan, and his hips narrowed down so that they almost pointed to his erection, which I still felt hard against me. I touched his stomach and then his chest, finding his nipples between my fingers. He gazed down at me with desire heavy in his eyes, and I was in awe that this was actually happening. I had dreamed of Nick naked, hovering over me, for over a year, and here I was, about to make love with the sexiest man ever to walk the earth. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and threw his shirt on the floor, and then he backed off of me so that he was kneeling between my legs. He pulled the hem of my dress up slowly, like he was
unwrapping a precious gift. He was so sexy, so hot, and all I wanted was to finally feel him inside of me. And it wasn’t long before I got my wish.

He finally pulled my dress with my bra over my head so I
laid against his sheets in just my panties.

“Sexy,” he murmured, gazing up into my eyes as he fingered the waistband of my panties. He leaned down over me, kissing my neck and sending erotic shivers of lust through me. He slid his finger down my panties until he found what he was looking for, and my hips arched involuntarily toward his finger. He sucked in air between his teeth and moaned as he felt how wet I was. He moved his fingers in slow, rhythmic circles against my clitoris. I felt myself starting to clench, and then he slipped a finger inside of me. I cried out in pleasure as I reached down for his hard erection. He slid another finger inside of me as I grasped him through his pants. He groaned as I stroked him in rhythm with his magical fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from me and I moaned in anticipation of what was coming next. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, and then he pulled my panties off of me. He stood long enough to drop his pants and his boxer shorts, and he sprung out before me. He was absolute perfection. He was perfectly proportioned; muscular but not bulky, athletic, trim, and fucking hot. And for tonight? He was all mine.

He slipped on the condom swiftly and was beside me a second later.
He ran his hands along my body and then leaned over to kiss me. His tongue filled my mouth, his craving and passion evident in his kiss. He shifted so that he was hovering over me, and he broke the kiss to gaze into my eyes. I saw the need and craving in his eyes, surely reflecting the hunger in my own, and then I could feel him between my legs.

He leaned down to kiss me again, and slowly, he slid his massive erection into me. I felt myself stretch to accommodate his enormous size, and the fullness of him inside of me was pure bliss. A low moan grumbled up from his chest as he paused inside of me, and that sound coming out of him was almost my undoing. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before gliding gently back into my slick wetness. “Oh, God, Julianne,” he whispered, pushing himself as far in as he could. I moaned in utter ecstasy and he paused inside for another moment, and then he circled his hips and slid back, still kissing me in that way that he did. And then he picked up the rhythm as my body became used to his size, and soon we were rocking together, gasping and moaning into each other in pleasure.

It didn’t take long before my muscles clenched down low and then I spiraled out of control into the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt my nails digging into his back as the pleasure took over every nerve in my body. “Oh, Nick,” I cried out as I came over and over as he continued driving into me.

As I felt the slow aftershocks start to wind down, he pumped hard into me. “Ah, fuck,” he yelled, and then he collapsed on top of me as he lingered inside of me, neither of us moving, not wanting to break the connection between our bodies.

Everything about our first time together was absolutely perfect. Our bodies were totally in sync with each other, as if we were soul mates bound to be connected in the most intimate way that two people could be connected. I knew that this was the start of the most important relationship of my life, and making love with Nick only confirmed that for me.

After we both became conscious to the world again after our orgasm-induced highs, Nick kissed me and slowly pulled out of me. He grunted and I groaned at his absence from my body; it felt cold, like something was missing when he wasn’t there anymore.

He rolled off of me and settled in beside me, pulling me against him so my head was on his chest. “That was…” he whispered and paused. “Fucking incredible,” he finished.

I grinned sleepily. “It was amazing.”

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.” He kissed my temple.

Chapter 8

The next morning, Nick woke me with a kiss a little after 10:00.
I could wake up to this every morning,
I thought.

We got up and had breakfast: Nick cooked omelets and made some toast.

“Nick, this is really a gourmet meal,” I said, taking a bite of the most delicious ham and cheese omelet I had ever tasted.

“Anything for my lady.”

“Where did you learn to cook?” I asked.

“My mom had a live-in chef while I was growing up, and he taught me tips and tricks for cooking.”

“That’s one way to learn.”

He nodded.

“I know this is random, but do you have any peanut butter?”

He frowned. “I’m not sure,” he said, standing up from the table and heading to the pantry.

He glanced around for a minute, and then he returned to the table empty-handed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

“No big deal,” I said, picking up the butter knife for my toast.

“You like peanut butter on your toast?” I nodded and he wrinkled his nose. “That sounds gross.”

“Chunky peanut butter on toast.
Try it. You won’t regret it.”

He laughed, and we finished eating. After breakfast, we decided to finish the movie that we both fell asleep through the night before (again – the same movie from the first time I had stayed at his house) when his phone, which was on the coffee table in front of us, signaled a text. I was lying with my head on his chest, and neither one of us was about to move, perfectly content lying there in each other’s arms.

“I’ll get it later,” he said.

It went off again a moment later, another new text.

He cursed and then I sat up and grabbed the phone from his table, figuring that he could have an important message when we were really just being lazy. I saw who the message was from as I glanced down and handed him the phone: Dana.