Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)(42)

Until Nic. Every experience with her brings me to my knees. I love having her tied up in my ropes, but right now, with her remarkable hands gliding over my body, I’d swear this is the best I’ve ever had.

During the entire scene at the club and the drive home, all I could think of was getting her here and drilling into her, over and over until I made us both scream, and now that I have her here, I just want to take my time with her, explore her.

Make her moan and squirm and get lost in what I can do to her body.

I nuzzle her nose and pull it down her cheek to her ear. “I’m going to make love to you all night, Nicole.”

“Promise?” she whispers with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I reply as I brush light kisses down her neck to her shoulder, where I can trace the beautiful pink flowers inked on her skin as I pull free from her body and get ready to take us both to the edge of sanity.

I drift down to her breasts and settle in to feast on the hard nubs, scraping them with my teeth then soothing them with my tongue. Nic’s hips twist and shift beneath me, pushing against my stomach. I drag my lips down her smooth, tight stomach to her sexy-as-hell piercing and farther still to her core.

I ate her out not an hour ago, and I can’t wait to do it again.

When my lips wrap around her clit, her hips buck up, but I grip her with my hands and hold her down against the bed. Her fingers plunge into my hair, and she holds on tightly.

I hollow my cheeks and pull her * lips into my mouth, sucking in a pulsing motion. She digs her heels into my shoulders when I push two fingers inside her and cries out as an orgasm rips through her. Her juices flow around my fingers, and I lap them up like honey.

Fucking amazing.

I climb up her body, but before I can push inside her, she plants her hands on my chest and pushes.

“On your back, detective,” she orders with a grin.

I smile down at her, kiss her cheek and do as she directs, dragging her with me. She rears up on her knees and pulls her hands—and nails—down my chest to my cock, circles both hands along the length and begins pumping up and down, milking me, watching my face as she drives me mad.

“Ah f*ck, Nic,” I mumble. “Baby, you’re gonna make me…”

Before I can finish, she smiles smugly and lowers herself to pull the crown of my cock into her mouth and sinks down until I can feel the back of her throat.

“Holy mother of f*ck!” I cry out.

She bobs up and down, those lips tightening around my dick as she pulls up and sucks, her hand following the motion while the other hand cups and fondles my balls.

I fall back onto the bed and swear my eyes are crossed. Sparks flare in my vision, the room is spinning and a warm warning sets up residence at the base of my spine.

Fuck!

“Nic, if you don’t stop—ah God you’re good at that—I’m going to come, baby.”

She simply moans and continues until I grip her shoulders and pull her up the length of me, crush my mouth to hers and settle her knees on either side of my hips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper against her.

She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.

Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.

My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.

She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.

Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.

“Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.

Love you, I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.

I get it.

“Mine,” I whisper.

“Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.

I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her * clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.

“Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.

Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.

The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.

She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.

She’s mine.

***

“I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.

We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.

She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.

“I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.