Touch Me Not (Manwhore, #1)(74)

Lily gasped when he pushed deeper and the burning turned to something else, something she couldn’t define. He filled her, and she felt herself clench around him, reveling in the way he groaned every time she did. She squeezed the hand still wrapped around hers as he began to move within her. His pace was slow and gentle, letting her get used to the feel and size of him as he slid through her and back out. Fire ripped through her, its heat intensifying with every second.

She pulled on the hand she held and he came down, shifting his body to keep his weight off her. His eyes met hers and she reached up to pull his head down, her lips finding his. He kissed her like it was their first kiss and their last kiss all rolled into one. Her legs wrapped around him and she let herself get lost in the feel of Nikoli moving, the sensations cascading through her, and the way his lips ate at hers, like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.

His pace became faster, harder, and Lily groaned, the sensations in her body reacting to it, the pressure building. His lips left hers and his arms slid under her, wrapping his hands over her shoulder blades, holding her steady while he drove himself into her, his thrusts deep and hard. Lily cried out, the pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she wanted to run from it or demand more. Nikoli held her in place, his hips slamming into hers.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue swiping the lobe as his fingers found her clit and rubbed it. “Just let go, Milaya, let go.”

The pressure inside built and built with each hard press of his thumb against her clit, each thrust into her body. When the orgasm hit, she wasn’t prepared and screamed, Nikoli’s name leaving her lips as the wave crashed into and over her entire body. She was only vaguely aware of Nikoli shouting her own name as he reached his climax. His body sagged on top of hers, his breathing as labored as her own. Lily smiled and felt herself relaxing, her body heavy and sated. This was something she’d never regret or forget.

It was several moments before Nikoli was able to gain the strength to pull out of her and roll, bringing Lily with him. He didn’t say anything, but then neither did she. Never, in all his years, had he felt anything like he had when he made love to Lily. She’d shattered him, barreled forward and knocked down every wall he’d ever put up to protect himself. Her kindness, her need to love him like he did her, had been his downfall. She’d given to him what he’d never expected any woman to give. She’d given him every part of herself, holding nothing back, and he’d done the same. Her touch had undone him.

Lily Holmes scared the hell out of him.





Chapter Eighteen




The sound of cars being revved up blanketed the night. Lily blinked and brushed the remaining sleep out of her eyes. Nikoli had shaken her awake at 3:00 a.m. and here she was an hour later, still half asleep. She’d been awake a long time after they’d made love, thinking and listening to the even sound of Nikoli’s breathing as he slept. She was running on about two hours, but the sound of the engines, the smell of the gas, it all started to wake her sleepy mind.

It wasn’t what she imagined it would be. Growing up watching The Fast and The Furious movies had permanently warped her vision of what a street race should be. It was the middle of the night, the only real lights were some drop lights scattered around, and they’d taken over the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. She’d imagined some racetrack scenario, with spectators and fans everywhere. Not what she got.

Nikoli left her and Luther by the car while he went to check in. Luther popped the hood and busied himself inspecting the car for the thousandth time. It was ready. She almost said something, but she knew it was his way of dealing with nerves. Instead, she studied the people, their backgrounds from all over, judging from the diverse group around her.

The adrenaline and excitement on every face she saw was, however, just as she’d imagined it. People were huddled in groups around their cars, some shooting the breeze, others shit-talking each other, and she grinned. This was amazing. No wonder her father had always said he loved this more than NASCAR. She wasn’t even driving, and her adrenaline was through the roof.

“Hey, baby.” Nikoli slid his arms around her. “How are you feeling?”

“Ohmygoshthisisamazing!” The words came out in a rush, all jumbled together, and Nikoli laughed.

“That’s not what I mean,” he whispered. “I mean are you okay after last night? Sore?”

Lily felt her face flame up at the reminder, and she shot a glance to where Luther was still buried under the hood of the car. “I’m fine,” she muttered.

Nikoli laughed again and gave her another squeeze. He could see the blush spreading like wildfire along her neck and cheeks. She was adorable when she was embarrassed. “So what do you think of your first underground race?” he asked, his hand brushing against the underside of her breast. Her small gasp made him grin wider.

“Well, I thought there would be more people here, more lights, more…everything.”

Luther stood up and slammed the hood. “Oh, there are plenty of those around, Lily. This race is invite only and very hush-hush. Got to keep it on the down low.”

“Are we ready?” Nikoli let his chin rest on the top of Lily’s head.

“If we’re not, there’s nothing we can do about it now.” Luther checked his watch. “You got five minutes to get in the car and get it to the starting line.”