Secretly Craving You (13 page)

George nodded eagerly. "Touch her. I want to see if she's wet."

Damn him. Nick didn't want to expose Emily's crotch to the weirdo. But more, he didn't want the bastard touching her. That's why he'd suggested this.

He waved the gun. "Do it!"

Nick pushed up Emily's short pink robe, exposing her skimpy panties. Her legs were pressed tightly together and her eyes closed.

"Take her panties off," George ordered.

Hell, Nick hated that she had to go through this. He kissed her knee and spread her legs a couple of inches apart. He slid her panties down her legs and threw them aside.

"Yeah," George breathed. "Tell her to spread her legs."

Nick stroked a hand up the inside of her thigh, and she widened her legs.

Damn. Her beautiful sex lips glistened with moisture.

George blew out a sharp breath, his gaze locked on Emily's bared pussy. His gun hand was growing more unsteady and veering a little to the side. Not much longer and he'd be completely distracted.

Nick kissed her thigh. If he could get her wildly turned on, this wouldn't be so hard on her. And the more turned on she was, the more distracted George would be.

She was luscious, her pink lips shiny with slick moisture. Resting on one elbow between her legs, he parted her pussy lips and licked between. "Mmm, that's good. So sweet."

Her back arched and she gasped. She was so juicy he ached to slide his cock inside her. But he couldn't do that now. He had to somehow gain the upper hand.

He glanced back at the perp.

"Do it again," he ordered, breathing hard. "Lick her."

Nick spread her legs wide and tongued her clit. It hardened and swelled. She moaned and writhed beneath him, breathing hard, her lips parted. She was so hot. He'd give anything to be alone with her right now.

He glanced back to see what George was doing.

The armed bastard was gaping at Emily's pussy with openmouthed wonder. Drool might drip from his lips at any moment.

"Fuck her," George said, his voice unsteady. Seeming to come back to his senses, he waved the gun.

"Are you insane?" Nick asked. "I'm not going to—"

"Do it, you bastard, or I will."

No way in hell was he letting the psycho touch her. Nick would kill him first. "I don't have a condom." Though it was the truth, he was trying to buy some time or get him to back off in his twisted demands.

"Do you think I care?"

Damn!
Nick didn't want his first time with Emily to be at gunpoint with some pervert watching. But maybe if he could keep himself under control, it might work.

Nick unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang out, ready for action despite the extreme danger. That's what Emily did to him.

"Yes, Nick, please," she whispered.

Her enthusiastic words made his cock jolt with need. He stroked the head through her hot, slick moisture and almost grew lightheaded. How could he possibly keep half his attention on the killer?

She lifted her hips and gasped. "Oh, Nick."

He stroked the tip over her swollen clit. "Yeah. Is that good?" How he wished he had a condom so he could at least protect her from pregnancy, but he had to admit, feeling her slick essence on his bare skin was so damned amazing.

"Um-hmm. More," she said. Her back was arched far as it would go, her legs spread wide. She was laid out before him like a virgin sacrifice. And he wondered if this was a replica of some ancient Stone Age fertility ritual.

"Fuck her from the back," George demanded.

"What?" Nick growled.

"Lie behind her so I can see."

This bozo was a porn addict. Had to be.

He wanted to kill the bastard so bad he couldn't stand it, because he was tainting the most precious moment between Nick and Emily. For their first time, he'd always imagined looking into her eyes while he drove into her, seeing her emotions written clearly on her face.

"I can't if I'm handcuffed to the footboard," Nick said.

"I'll unlock them, but if you make one move, I'll shoot you."

Nick nodded, thrilled the nut-job was so determined to get a live porno show that he'd release Nick from the cuffs.

Once Nick's hand was free, he lay behind Emily, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. She arched her back, rubbing her luscious ass against his cock.

In one hand, she held the stone artifact, and the other, she slid back around his neck into his hair. She turned her head and he kissed her lips.

"I'm sorry I don't have a condom," he whispered.

"It's okay," she breathed.

He wouldn't come. He had to keep his wits about him and incapacitate this bastard.

"What are you waiting for?" George demanded. "Slide it in."

Nick ground his teeth, hoping like hell he could keep his sanity once he was buried inside her. Emily arched her back and ground her ass against him. With his hand, he guided his cock to her drenched pussy. Once he felt the head slide between her hot, slick lips, he lost control and thrust into her. She cried out and he growled, the tight heat of her surrounding him and squeezing.

"Oh my god, baby," he said through clenched teeth.

She ground against him, taking him deeper. Almost lost to the pleasure, he groaned.

He never had unprotected sex. This was new for him and extremely erotic. She was scorching, tight and wet.

"Fuck her hard," George said, sounding like one of those obscene phone calls with heavy breathing.

Nick glared at the bastard, wanting to knock him out stone cold so he could enjoy Emily. He withdrew slowly and thrust back into her. Sexual pleasure almost overwhelmed him, but he had to stay alert to what the psycho was doing.

"Damn, you're so wet, Emily," Nick said, loud enough for the creep to hear, hoping he'd become so distracted Nick could disarm him.

Emily's body arched hungrily. She moaned, thrusting her hips back against him, her hand fisted in his hair.

God, she felt so good, he didn't know how long he could maintain control.

George made a choking sound, then grabbed his own dick through his pants.

Yes!
Nick's plan was starting to work. Grinding his teeth, Nick thrust again and again, quickening the pace. "Yeah, you're so fucking tight," he growled next to Emily's ear, hoping his commentary would make the voyeuristic bastard lose control.

At that moment, Emily's body convulsed in orgasm, squeezing him so tight he thought he might come, too. No, dammit, he couldn't.

George gasped, lay down his gun on a nearby table and unzipped his pants. Only a few more seconds and Nick would give the sonofabitch what he deserved.

George ripped the ski mask from his head and sweat glistened on his red face. He then started masturbating frantically.
Ha!

Nick took the stone phallus from Emily's hand and threw it hard at George's head. A loud
whack
sounded and the bozo dropped to the floor, groaning.

After withdrawing from Emily, Nick leapt from the bed, yanked his jeans up and handcuffed George's hands behind his back, then pocketed the keys. The nut-job would likely have a concussion, or at least one horrid headache, when he came to. To make sure George didn't escape while his head was turned, Nick tied his feet together with a robe belt. Thankfully, he appeared out cold.

Turning back to Emily, he found her on her knees on the bed. He lifted her into his arms, carried her down the hall to a guest bedroom and slammed the door. But she was all over him, kissing his neck, his face, his mouth.

His own arousal flamed up like an inferno and he wanted to pick up where he'd left off. Moaning, she opened her mouth, eagerly accepting his deep tongue kisses.

He laid her on the bed, holding her in place. "Wait right there while I call the police."

She moaned, widening her legs and stroking herself while he tried to concentrate on the call. He turned away, blocking out the mind-blowing, erotic image of her as he struggled to remember her address.

"Nick, please. I want you," she said when he hung up.

"The police are on their way, sweetheart." Nick sat on the mattress beside Emily.

She rose to her knees, naked. "I don't care. I want you," she whispered in a desperate tone. Tears glistened in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"No. I need you again. I can't wait any longer." She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and idiot that he was, he let her. Was there a straight man anywhere who didn't want a woman to be hungry for him, especially a woman he was crazy about? Her trembling hands and frantic actions fired up his need.

"Slow down, baby."

"No. Hurry." She pushed at his jeans.

His erection had waned during the action, but now was back in full force, standing upright from his open jeans like an iron rod.

Without warning, Emily climbed onto his lap and impaled herself. "So good," she moaned.

Damn, he'd meant to go downstairs and get the one condom he had. But again, nothing separated them. Just her overheated, drenched pussy surrounding and squeezing his cock.

"Oh fuck," he rasped. "Emily?" His mind deserted him.

"Yes, please." She rode him, grinding down onto him, milking his cock.

He wouldn't last anytime if he didn't take control. He'd waited too damned long for this, fantasized about it for years. And now that he was experiencing it, crushing arousal overtook him.

He flipped her over onto the bed, their bodies still joined, and slid in and out once, twice, savoring her. Nothing had ever felt so astounding and perfect.

"Mmm, yes," she urged. "Faster."

"Emily, dammit, I don't have a condom."

"Please. Just once," she begged and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He withdrew and slid in again, balls deep. Her pussy muscles clutched at him, the flutters driving him mad.

She cried out. "Harder. Please, make love to me, Nick."

Her words made his chest ache. How the hell was he supposed to say no to that? Because, yeah, as he'd always known, being with Emily wouldn't be a quick fuck; it was making love. Something he'd never experienced before, except in his imagination. He hammered her hard for several strokes, trying not to lose himself in the moment. Trying to retain control, but he was rapidly losing it.

"Oh my god, that's so good! More!" She locked her heels around his legs, holding him in place.

Hell, he had no choice but to give it to her. Give her everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. He thrust fast and deep, exactly the way he'd fantasized about since he'd first met her. Screw guilt. She wanted it. He wanted it.

She writhed beneath him, crying out, moaning and meeting each of his driving thrusts.

"Yeah, Em, that's it. Come for me."

He licked his thumb and stroked it against her swollen clit. She blasted off, screaming his name, her pussy squeezing him so tightly, threatening to wring the cum from him.

"Emily," he growled against her ear, inhaling her sweet scent, holding her tight against his chest. He couldn't believe he was inside her, as he'd wanted to be for so long, and that she was coming on his cock, drenching him in her sweet juices.

The orgasm shot through him like scorching lightning, his body shuddering, ecstasy smothering him, his cum shooting deep within her, filling her. He gave her all he had, physically and emotionally.

Moments later, when he could think again, he remembered he should've withdrawn, but he couldn't. Something within him wouldn't allow it.

No going back. She was his now.

Hell, maybe she always had been from the moment he met her.

* * * *

Hours later, Emily made coffee and tea, and even started baking blueberry scones, anything to keep herself busy. The cops would need refreshments or breakfast—that was her excuse. She couldn't remember how many questions she'd answered for the police, some of them multiple times. Some of them mortifying, given what the killer had made Nick do at gunpoint.

Remembering the intense arousal that had taken hold of her when Nick had lain behind her and guided his cock into her, she couldn't be sure if it had been magic, or simply her powerful attraction to Nick.

And maybe she had an exhibitionism fetish.

No, that couldn't have been it. She simply hadn't cared whether the pervert had watched or not. Most of all, she'd wanted Nick, and she'd finally had him. Remembering the fullness of his amazing cock inside her, stroking, sliding deep, she grew achy and wet. And the fiercely passionate look in his eyes while he'd made love to her. She wanted him again. Now.

The way he'd held her tight and thrust into her over and over, hard and fast. Nothing had ever felt better. And the way he'd fed her kisses—his taste drove her wild. Then he'd breathed words of praise against her ear, along with her name, sweet endearments and a few ear-scorching curses. He must have been as overwhelmed as she was. At least she hoped he'd enjoyed it as much as she had.

She hadn't a clue what would happen next with him. Would he say goodbye and head to Atlanta without a backward glance? When she imagined that, her chest ached and her throat closed up. Or had his life changed as profoundly as hers had? She hoped and prayed it was the latter. Anytime he'd looked at her during the last couple of hours, her heart nearly bolted from her chest. She was in love with him…and terrified she was the only one feeling this way.

Tears burning her eyes, she shook her head and tried to distract herself by observing the cops in the living room, discussing the case or searching for evidence. Nick stood on the veranda talking to another one.

The intruder—not George at all, but Geoffrey Morris, an archeology professor—had woken up at the hospital with a concussion, Nick had told her. Once the police questioned his wife, they'd learned Jared had an affair with the woman months ago, and that Morris had threatened Jared in front of her. They'd checked Jared's phone records and found several calls from Morris.

Apparently, they had some shady dealings with ancient artifacts. The marble phallus had been stolen and switched hands several times. Homicide had reopened Jared's case. She hoped they'd get a conviction because even though Jared had been an ass, he didn't deserve to be killed.

Tia wove her way through the police officers in the living room and hurried into the kitchen. "Oh my god, Emily! What happened?"

"Want some coffee?"

"Yes, thanks."

Emily poured it. "Where should I start?"

"The beginning."

"The murderer broke another window and came in. Then he held Nick and me at gunpoint."

"I thought Nick had a gun or two."

"Yes, he does, but he'd forgotten them in the other room." Should she tell Tia now
why
he'd forgotten the guns? She should probably just concentrate on the dangerous situation first. "Turns out Jared had buried a valuable artifact in my garden without me realizing it until a couple of nights ago. And that was what the killer wanted."

Emily relayed most of what had happened, even some of the sexual details. Tia would find out soon enough, anyway, if the story reached the papers…which it most likely would since a murder had been committed. Everyone would want the sordid details.

At the end of Emily's story, Tia's mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. "So you and Nick are…having a fling?" she whispered, then smiled. "Or is it more?"

Before Emily could answer that difficult question, Nick strode into the room, Pierce following.

"You okay?" Nick asked, his concerned, smoky gaze examining Emily.

"Yes, fine." Excitement and heat rushed over her. She couldn't be annoyed that he'd asked her that ten times already, since it meant he cared. At least she hoped it did. He was scrumptious, even though he looked tired from lack of sleep. She wanted to drag him into a closet and lick him all over.

Nick winked at her, gave her a secret smile then glanced at the other two. "Tia, this is Pierce, my partner."

"Nice to meet you, detective." Tia's grin was wide. Obviously, she was having a lust-at-first-sight moment. Instead of shaking her outstretched hand, Pierce kissed the back. Tia almost swooned.

Wouldn't they make a cute couple? Emily smiled at Nick. He came toward her, crowded her against the counter and kissed her, shielding her from everyone's view with his tall body and broad shoulders. She slid her arms around his neck, licked at his lips and ground her hard nipples against his chest, trying to tell him wordlessly that she wanted him again, now.

"Mmm, you just wait," he whispered.

"I can't," she breathed, then accepted the hot tongue kiss he gave her.

Pierce cleared his throat. "Nick?"

With a low growl, he released her and turned to face his friend. "Yeah."

"I have to get going."

"So soon?" Tia asked.

"Yeah, I'd like to stay, but I've got a case that's busting my ass."

"That's too bad." Tia sounded petulant.

Emily peered around Nick's shoulder to see what was going on between those two. Naturally, her friend would be attracted to Pierce with his dark hair and vivid blue eyes.

"Well, here's my card." Tia handed him a business card. She loved giving those things out and had them scattered all over town.

Pierce eyed it. "I doubt I'll need a wedding coordinator anytime soon," he said dryly.

Tia lifted a brow, her gaze trailing over his sleek muscular body. "I don't just coordinate weddings, you know."

Nick snorted, then whispered in Emily's ear. "She's exactly what he needs."

* * * *

Hot water ran in rivulets down Emily's sore, sensitive body. Nick had told her to wait for him in the shower while he said a few parting words to Pierce. She wished he'd hurry already.

The police had finally left. And though she was tired from having gotten no sleep, she felt wired and a little scared. What if Nick left tonight? Or tomorrow?

What if he went back to Atlanta and she only saw him a couple of times a year? Her heart ached and salty tears burned her eyes. She was stupid to have fallen in love with him.

At the sound of the shower door opening, she turned. Nick stepped in, naked and gorgeous.

Grasping her waist in his strong hands, he pulled her close and kissed her. "Mmm." The long, slow, exploring kiss left her aching for more. Grinning, he pulled back and held his head beneath the shower spray. While he shampooed his hair, she soaped up his sculpted body with her pomegranate shower gel, thinking how fun it was to make him smell feminine. She could tease him about it later.

After rinsing his hair, he dragged her close and rubbed his soapy, slick chest against her breasts, covering her in suds.

He kissed her nose. "I didn't want our first time to be like that. With a voyeuristic bastard looking on."

She relished stroking herself along his hard body. His protectiveness and strength awed her. "It definitely wasn't what I'd imagined, but I loved it."

"That damned stone dildo," he muttered. "Do you really think it has supernatural powers?"

She shrugged, glad the police had taken the strange object. She hoped they found the rightful owner. She certainly didn't want it in her house anymore.

"Maybe. But I wanted you with that intensity all along," she said. "When you were behind me in bed, I didn't care who was watching. You felt so good, I couldn't have stopped you no matter what. I was totally focused on you. And then, when we went to the other room, the arousal wouldn't stop. It kept getting stronger. I think I would've died if I couldn't have you. So thank you."