Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(54)

Eyes tracing every slender curve of her mouthwatering body.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and her chin lifted as her back arched. She pressed her hands to her belly and squirmed.

Unable to sit still.

So needy.

Hot.

Her flames licked out. A spark against my body.

My cock twitched and strained against my jeans. I was blasted by thoughts of how easy it would be to rip all of our clothing away and sink inside.

Get lost in her heat and her sighs and her support.

Forever.

Use her up the way I’d done before and didn’t even have the decency to remember.

Motherfucker.

I wasn’t about to go there.

This was about her.

Nikki.

I reached out and trailed a single finger down her arm, running from her shoulder to her wrist. “Just have to look at you and another piece of me falls. Breaks away. You were every fantasy I ever had. Teenaged kid dying to get inside you. Knew it’d be heaven.”

“Ollie,” she whispered, spreading her hands across her dress that had ridden all the way up to her waist, her hands running the length of her thighs of her bent legs. “You were always more than a fantasy to me. You were everything that was real.”

God damn it.

She was going to wreck me.

Destroy every ounce of self-control I had. I’d done it once. Lost it. Let her wreck me. Didn’t think she could afford for me to lose it again.

So, I kept myself in check, careful as I let my index finger explore, running over the fabric of that dress and riding up her thigh. I palmed the inside of it and dipped down to kiss across her knee.

Shivers rolled through her, running her spine and crashing into me.

Those hypnotic eyes watched me through the pale, muted light, knowing me too well. Seeing too much.

Each movement measured, I slowly crawled over her, bracing, keeping some distance between us while she fought to get closer.

God only knew what would happen if I plastered myself against the shape of her.

A sigh filtered from between her pink lips that were swollen and plump and damp from the force of my kiss.

So damned sexy.

I planted my hands on either side of her head, gaze moving over that unforgettable face. “You are real, Nikki. Don’t ever mistake that. You were the most real thing I ever had.”

Her fingertips brushed down my chest. “I’m still yours,” she whispered.

I slammed my eyes shut and jerked my head to the side like it might protect me from the impact of her confession.

Inhaling deeply, I let my forehead drop to hers, our breaths mingling and our noses grazing.

Both of us hanging at a precipice.

A breath. A pant. A heated second.

Bated, suspended.

Then the band holding me back snapped.

Our lips met in a collision of greed.

Taking and giving.

My lips closed over hers.

Top.

Bottom.

Sucking.

Releasing.

Tugging.

Again and again.

A perfected dance that wasn’t close to being slow.

I pressed up higher on my hands, and my head dipped down as I swept my tongue into the wet welcome of her mouth.

Thought I might die right there.

It was met with a whimper at the back of her throat and a tangle of her tongue with mine.

Her fingers scruffed through my beard, and then her hands were fisting in my hair.

Begging for more.

Her body lifting to meet mine as our tongues coiled in a desperate play to get closer to the other.

I took her by the inside of her thigh, making myself room, rocking my cock against her pussy.

Her cry was quiet and needy. A plea lighting in the combustible air. “Ollie. I need you. I need you.”

A groan rambled through my spirit, and I tore my mouth from hers. This was not about me.

I’d taken enough.

I plucked at her bottom lip with both of mine before I was kissing a path down her chin, her jaw.

Fingernails scraped my shoulders.

I sucked and licked along the delicate column of her slender throat and to those fucking collarbones that drove me straight out of my mind.

Delirium.

My head spun, and I was kissing across her chest, down over her heart that drummed violently.

Pound, pound, pound.

I felt it beating.

Desperate in its bid to meet with mine.

As if it could catch up to the bolting thunder that raged within the confines of my ribs. Thrashing at my insides.

Seeking a way out.

I sucked in a breath and fought back that feeling. That feeling that she was mine and she was always gonna be.

I kissed across the neckline of her dress, right over the fabric to the swell of those tiny tits.

Fuck.

Why was that so sexy?

So damned sexy that I was yanking the neckline down, exposing her dark, peaked nipple. My tongued licked across the tip before I sucked it into my mouth. One hand came up, palming the bit of flesh, bringing it deeper into my mouth.

Nikki bucked, rubbing her center against my dick that begged at my jeans. She moaned, and her hands were everywhere.

My hair, my face, my shoulders.

Raking down my back, eliciting the most tortuous, pleasured kind of pain. “Ollie. Oh God. That feels so good. You feel so good. I need you. I need you so much.”