Rule's Property (The House of Rule Book 2) (13 page)

As he reached for the zipper of his pants, his eyes dropped to her breasts. A tic began beating in his cheek, and as he began sliding his pants down his legs, Courtney felt a moment of nerves and glanced away. With a hurried motion, she slid her sandals off her feet, pulled the covers back and slid underneath. There was no question that she wanted to do this, but she'd feel calmer about it if they were
in
the bed and not on top of it.

As she settled underneath the covers, she saw a blur of motion. Hard muscle, tanned skin and pure, unadulterated naked man slid under the sheets with her.

She was lying on her back and he slid in beside her, the sheet dropping to their hips. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he lay on his side, the long length of him pressing against her as he leaned over her. His hand tightened on the indentation of her waist and Courtney felt a sharp, sexual tug as she glanced down and saw his dark, masculine arm against the paler skin of her belly.

He dropped his head down and fastened his mouth around her nipple, and that fast, a wave of heat encompassed her. The fingers at her waist clenched and caressed; his touch on her nipple was a gentle lick and then another.

And then the soft touch disappearing, with a growl he sucked her nipple into his mouth and pulled on it, drawing it toward the roof of his mouth with a suction so strong she felt it course down and land between her thighs.

Desire exploded inside Courtney's head. At her moan, the hand at her waist slid up and enclosed her other breast and he began playing with it, holding its weight in the palm of his hand and then stroking her nipple with his fingers and thumb. The twin caresses on both breasts caused Courtney to lift her hips off the bed in immediate reaction. She felt herself flood with wet heat as Nick's lips tugged at her nipple, firmer, harder.

She moaned again and he let out a tight groan in response and then trailed his hand away from her breast, down her torso to land between her legs. He cupped her there, over the silk of her underwear, and then with a sudden motion, he reared up from her and stripped her panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

He balanced on his knees as he stared down at her nude body and Courtney felt inflamed with a rush of fire. As he ran his eyes over her, he slid a single finger from between her breasts, down past her stomach to land just at the spot where her legs met. Her stomach muscles quivered as slowly, he moved his hand down and cupped her again, only this time she was naked and the feeling was even more exquisite. She whimpered and his eyes lifted to hers and locked on her with the same intensity as his fingers locked at the juncture of her thighs.

They stared at each other while Courtney tried to control the breaths coming in and out of her lungs. He was breathing just as heavily. As he stayed focused on her, his fingers separated her folds and found the heart of her. She gave a responsive jerk and was lacerated by his territorial look. The skin on his face tautened as he said, "Whatever you want, baby." As he spoke, his finger circled her damp opening. "It's okay, sweetheart. I want what you want, okay?"

She nodded her head. "I want the covers."

His eyes swept down her nude body one last time and quickly, he lifted the covers over them and lay back down to his original position at her side. His hand slid back down to her wet heat and he cupped her there. "You'll have to get used to me looking at you."

She worried her bottom lip. "Not tonight."

Placing a closed-mouth, lingering kiss on her lips, he said, "Okay, not tonight." He lifted and they studied each other for a mere second before his lips fell to hers again. The kiss they shared was carnal, emphasized by his hand gripping her intimately. Courtney wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to the feelings rushing through her body.

Chapter Six

Nick felt as if his life had finally settled into a perfect world. Courtney was here, with him, in his bed, and God help him, they were going to be together forever.
Swear to God
, he wasn't going to live without her any longer.

The feel of her was perfect. Her scent . . .
perfect
. Her skin was like silk. He slipped his finger into the wet heat that he'd been fantasizing about for years. Jesus, yes.
Perfect
.

As he swirled his finger inside her tight channel and pushed against her clit with the palm of his hand, he felt her suck in a breath and then tighten her arms around his neck. He felt her reaction like an arrow of need straight to his groin and their kiss exploded.

She began licking and biting at him, and the sudden awareness that he wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer almost panicked him. He gritted his teeth and trying to protect her modesty as much as he could so she wouldn't worry about anything, he ended the kiss and maneuvered himself down, underneath the covers, until his head came between her legs.

Gripping her knees in his hands, he separated her legs and kissed along her inner thighs until he came to her moist femininity. A growl escaped him as he hooked her legs over his shoulders. She stiffened, but only for a second and then as he slid his fingers into her delicate folds and separated her, he felt her relax just a bit.

'That's it, baby. Just relax," he murmured. He swiped her with his tongue, from bottom to top and then repeated the action. Her taste hit him in an addictive rush. Gripping her hips in his hands, he looked up and found her eyes hot on him. "You like that?"

"Yeah," she panted.

He did it again. He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him. Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn't deny, and if he'd had it bad for her before, he knew now, his craving for her would never go away.

Wanting more, he trailed his fingers up to the silk of a nipple and tugged at it, running it between his fingers and thumb until it turned into such a turgid little peak that it almost drove him crazy.

She made a mewling noise in the back of her throat and lifted her hips, begging him for more.

He complied immediately.

He trailed his hand back down, and with his teeth tugging at her clit, he slid his middle finger up and inside of her until it couldn't go any deeper. She gasped for breath and sweat broke out on his brow. She was tight.
So tight.

He tried to grab some control. He could do this. He could make her come like this, he had to. Because if he didn't, the very second he put his cock inside, he was going to explode. He'd waited too long.

He redoubled his efforts, and concentrating on the soft noises she was making, he licked her clit, tugged at it with his teeth, licked it again. Over and over, while he manipulated his finger inside, against her G-spot.

She was close, he could tell, and as a new wave of lust hit him full force, she let out a soft wail and began to come. Her fingers clenched in his hair and tightened, her body stiffening under his hands.

She cried out and he knew she was falling over the edge. Sharp, fierce satisfaction blended with the ravenous need running down his spine as his muscles corded while he let her ride out her orgasm.

After a moment, she quieted, and with little to no control left, he released her, rose up on his knees and came over her, spreading her legs farther apart as he pushed between them. Fire grabbed his guts, smoldering down his spine, and a primal need utterly beyond his control demanded that he claim her this very instant.

Anticipation gripped him by the throat and his abs laced into steel bands as his erection jutted between them. Needing something he'd never felt before, he lifted her arms over her head, encircling them with one hand, and held them pinned to the mattress.

With primitive hunger clawing through his veins, he guided the head of his cock to the soft, wet opening that he'd craved for years.

****

Courtney was only beginning to resurface from the mind-blowing effects of her orgasm when she found herself caught and captured under Nick's strong body. He held her hands imprisoned with firm fingers, his body dominating hers completely as he held himself between her open thighs.

Her breath snagged, her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes and found him staring into her face, only inches away. His nostrils flared and a tic beat wildly in a face slashed with red. His mouth flattened, his teeth gritted as he pushed his erection directly to her opening and held it there, while he hovered over her.

He was silent as he held her eyes captive as firmly as he held her hands above her head. Tight, relentless. She twisted her arms a bit, testing the strength of his hold.

There was zero give.

He shook his head as if denying her release, and at the same time, he swirled the head of his cock around her and then pushed part way inside.

Her eyes opened more widely as she felt herself stretched. His eyebrows came together, the lust on his face easy to read as his lips twisted. "You like that?"

She licked her lips and her pulse raced. "I think . . . I think so," she stammered.

He frowned at her answer, leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth and setting off fireworks in her head. At the same time, he enclosed one breast in the palm of his hand and began manipulating the nipple to his satisfaction.

Oh, she liked that
.

The double-edged assault almost made her lose her mind. Her hips lifted frantically, her breathing became shallow.

He lifted his mouth from hers and her eyes opened again. He stared at her, his fingers stroking her nipple as he sank deeper inside, her wet heat allowing his entry.

"You like that?" he asked again, as if her first answer hadn't satisfied him.

"Nick--"

He sank deeper and plucked at her nipple. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt, for the first time, the length and width of his masculinity inside of her.

"You like that, baby?" He demanded again.

"Yes."

With her answer, he pushed in the final bit and held himself there.

"Nick--"

"Yeah," he hissed out, his mouth falling to her ear.

"I want to touch you,
please."

He released her hands immediately and she wrapped one around his neck and spread her fingers through his hair with the other. He lifted again to stare into her eyes as he took his first stroke. She sucked in a breath.

"You're tight," he hissed in reverence, his eyes emblazoned with lust.

She felt so full; it was the most intense, amazing thing she'd ever felt in her life. Yes, there had been some pain, but it was buried so deep underneath her need for him that she'd barely felt it.

"Good?" he bit out.

"Yeah," she said, her eyes falling closed as pleasure arced between them.

"Open your eyes," he demanded on the next stroke.

She obeyed and found him staring straight into her soul. He plunged in and then out and then in again where he held still. His hands sank into her hair as he held her scalp.
"I love you."

Her eyes shut reflexively for a moment before opening again, another wave of ecstasy shooting through her. "I love you, too."

He groaned and then began pumping again. "You make me crazy." He stroked again, his movements become harder, less in control. "God, I hope you like this."

Her world was spinning out of control again as he hit a spot inside that was doing crazy things to her. "I like it . . .
I love it."

"That's good." His eyes narrowed as a primal look crossed his features. "I want you to like it. You need to like it because this is it. Nobody else will ever lay a finger on you, not while I'm alive and breathing." His words made her heart go haywire as his fingers locked in her hair more firmly while his eyes blazed into hers. He began to pound into her relentlessly and as he stiffened and began to slide over the edge, Courtney followed him and only barely heard him say,
"Never letting you go again."

****

Sunday morning was almost leisurely. Courtney had never slept in a man's arms before, and surprisingly, even with her emotions in a flux, she'd been able to fall asleep easily enough. Throughout the night, she'd awoken a couple of times and found herself held in a tight grip that almost made her believe that Nick wasn't asleep.

But he had been.

And now, this morning, he'd called out for breakfast to be delivered, and after having eaten, Courtney escaped to 'her' suite and locked the door for a much-needed, private shower. She emerged about an hour later only to find Nick watching her from his seat on the sofa with a hooded look on his face.

Her footsteps stalled as he patted the seat beside him. His hair was damp as if he'd only come from his own shower; he was wearing disreputable blue jeans and nothing else. Butterflies took off in her stomach with a flurry as she slowly started toward him.