The Billionaire's Matchmaker(77)

He ran a hand down the inside of her thigh, and Jenny whimpered, “I do.” Dear God, she wanted him so badly she could barely breathe.

His fingers danced across the juncture between her hip and thigh. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Why was he still holding back? His consideration was sweet at first, but now she needed him. It was her turn to show him. Grabbing his wrist, she moved his hand upward, so he could feel how badly. “Please.”

There was no need for words after that. They barely made it to his bedroom. Somewhere along the way, Jenny’s cardigan dropped to the floor, along with her turtleneck. As they tumbled to the bed, and Nick’s fingers skimmed the underside of her bra, she arched her back in anticipation, causing him to chuckle. To her frustration, he stopped there, instead pausing to rain kisses on her neck and jaw. She shivered as his incisors grazed the sensitive spot on her throat.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let go. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His fingers were on her skin again, fingering their way beneath her bra straps, pushing them downward. Feeling his hot breath find its way to her collarbone, she arched again. Her nipples hardened, as though knowing only the thinnest of layers separated them from the touch she craved. It seemed an eternity, but at last his hand cupped her breast, his thumb swiping across the peak. Jenny twisted with pleasure. Finally! She let him mark her with his hands and his mouth, each touch, each swipe of tongue turning her skin to gooseflesh.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She ached to feel his hands back between her legs, a need she communicated by grinding her hips against his. A soft pop of a button, followed by the rasp of her zipper, and his hand was there, shoving her slacks below her hips. Lifting up, she helped kick them free. Her panties followed. By this point, she was wet, throbbing with the need for release. When he finally touched her, it didn’t take long for the melting sensation to start.

Nick ran a tongue across her breast. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She would have stood on her head if he asked. It’d been so long since a man had touched her, and she was so close. So very, very close to coming. Maddeningly gentle, he eased one finger deep inside her. She ground herself on his hand, needing more. Slowly, he pulled out and added a second before thrusting back in hard. Jenny cried out with pleasure. This was what she needed. Over and over, he drove his fingers into her, his thumb passing across her clitoris with each stroke. Nails digging into skin, she rode his hand, letting the pleasure build. Still it wasn’t enough. She needed the fullness that came from him being inside her.


As though reading her mind, Nick reached out with his free hand to undo his zipper. Jenny helped him shove his jeans from his hips. The motion helped return a piece of her sanity.

“Please tell me you have protection?” she asked breathlessly.

He kissed her with a smile. “Top drawer on your left.”

A few ministrations later, Nick slid inside her. Jenny gasped at the fullness. She couldn’t believe how wonderful having a man inside her could feel. Never…never had she felt such…completion.

Looking to the man hovering above her, she saw from his expression Nick felt the same emotions. Fingers trembling, she brushed his scarred cheek.

“More,” she whispered. She didn’t know if the command made any sense, but she knew she needed him deeper, as deep as a man could bury himself. Amazingly, Nick understood and he obeyed, rocking slowly at first, then building, each snap of his hips bringing her pleasure to a crescendo. When she came, it wasn’t the rough hard pleasure she thought she’d feel, but a long, slow melting that lasted and lasted. Crying out, she wrapped her legs around Nick’s waist and drew him deep. His hips stuttered and stiffened, and a moment later he joined her, calling out her name with his release.

The air filled with the sounds of their breathing as they slowly floated back to earth. “That,” Nick murmured. He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to. Jenny knew exactly what he meant.

“That indeed.”

Rolling off her, he pulled her back tight against his chest in a spooning position, but Jenny had a better idea. She turned and nestled into him, her hand splaying over his heart. A soft sigh could be heard from his lips. Raising her eyes, she saw his gaze wet with emotion.

“See you in the morning?” he whispered.

It was both a question and a promise.

“In the morning,” she repeated, kissing the back of his hand. “There’s no one I’d rather wake up and find.”

Nick smiled. “Me, either.”

She closed her eyes and floated away on the sound of Nick’s deep, easy breathing. Just as sleep was about to claim her, she felt the mattress sag with added weight. A smile curled her lips. She knew exactly who joined them. Funny how one furry little creature could bring so much happiness to so many people. Somehow, he’d managed to bring Gabby, Mia, and Marney the loves of their lives.

As for her…Well, it might be too soon to say the word love aloud, but the voices in her head—and her heart—told her to trust that love was definitely on the horizon. Nick Bonaparte wasn’t walking away anytime soon.

She gave the furry little head one last sleepy tussle.

“Good night, Charlie,” she said. “Thanks for everything.”