Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(79)

He moved up her body to her delectable ass where his lust grew hotter and his attention more aggressive. Molding and squeezing her buttocks, he added stinging bites that made her buck, only to soothe her tender flesh with hot open mouth kisses and long lashes of his tongue. After savoring every luscious inch of her ass, he worked his way up her spine licking, biting, and kissing one vertebrae at a time until his chest hugged her back and his cock lay nestled in the groove of her ass. He began a rhythmic rocking of his hips. It was so damned good just to feel her body beneath his again.

“Do you like that?” he breathed into her ear, then bit down on her lobe.

She moaned her reply, squirming against him, urging him inside her.

Beyond ready, Wade positioned her hips, and then froze. Shit! He’d forgotten a goddamn condom. And he was damned if he even knew where they were.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t have protection. Do you?”

“God no,” she replied in dismay. “I didn’t even think of it.”

“How long has it been for you?” he asked.

“Not since we were last together. What about you?”

“There’s been no one else, Nikki.”

“So we’re exclusive?”

“Yeah. We are as far as I’m concerned.”

“Then we don’t need anything.”

“Thank you, Jesus,” he moaned, dipping into her wetness, and sliding his bulbous head through her sex-slickened folds. Having already tortured himself to the brink of insanity, he closed his eyes, withdrew slightly, and plunged deep, losing himself in the mind-melting sensation of Nikki.

*

Determined to make up for lost time, they never left the apartment the entire weekend, and barely emerged from the bed. They made love until exhaustion set in, dozed for stretches, only to wake up and begin again. Between bouts of lovemaking, they laughed, talked, and even ate in bed, only to fall back into each other’s arms. Their weekend together was like nothing Nikki had ever known. It was different now. The blossoming bud of trust as they rediscovered one another and explored new desires, made each time better than the last.

When Monday morning came, Nikki awoke cradled snugly by Wade’s body. She lay there with her eyes closed, not daring to stir, only wanting to linger in his warmth, his scent, in the feel of him wrapped around her. Unable to resist, she wriggled against him and he responded with a guttural sound that vibrated through her back. Only half awake, he slid his hand from its position on her breast to the space between her thighs, pushing his fingers into her wetness.

Without even opening his eyes, he positioned himself at her entrance. She loved how he felt inside her, how completely he filled her, so big and hard and hot, and how he always ensured her pleasure. It began lazy and languid as they settled into a slow, steady, rocking rhythm while his bristly cheek nuzzled her neck.

Wade kissed his way to the junction of her shoulder and gently bit down, as he drove deeper, increasing the force of his thrusts while his finessing fingers traced slow, teasing circles around her clit. Wade was languid and tender, entering her deliciously deep, slow, and sweet, maintaining a steady cadence with her breathless sounds until she spiraled once more into shuddering bliss. It seemed as if Wade wanted to convince her with his body what words could never convey. For the first time in her life she felt safe and secure. Cherished. Loved.

Moments later, as she lay spent in his arms, she looked up to find him studying her, his eyes sober and his brows pulled together. “What is it?” she asked.

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you? You’re not going to hie on back to Georgia and never come back, are you?”

“No, Wade. It’s different now. I’m different.”

“How?”

“I went back the first time because I’d convinced myself we were doomed to fail before even giving it a chance. I was afraid of heartbreak.”

“Why?”

“Because it seemed too good to be real. You were too good to be true. I was insecure and afraid to trust that you really cared for me beyond this.”

“And now?” he asked.

“I’m still scared,” she admitted.

“I told you a long time ago I’d never hurt you, Nikki.” He kissed her softly. “I meant it.”

“I know you did and I’m sorry that I was the one to hurt us both, but I’m ready now. I truly want us to make this work.”

“I’m damn glad to hear that.” He grinned. “Any more convincing at this juncture would surely kill me.”

She laughed. “I doubt that, but you’ll have time to rest up while I’m gone.”

“How long before you come back?” he asked.

“Not long. I only need a few weeks to take care of things. I think I’ll just let Shelby have the apartment until my lease is up. I doubt I can get everything done before Christmas, but I should be back in time for us to celebrate New Year’s together.”

“I can’t think of a better way to begin it,” he said.

She traced a random pattern on his chest. “Wade?”

“What, darlin’?”

She looked up into his face. “Promise me it’ll always be like this with us.”

He claimed her lips with an all-consuming kiss, the kind she’d never get enough of for as long as she lived.