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  It was a seduction, a demand for more.

  And as much as he wanted to give it to her, he couldn’t.

  He dragged his mouth from hers and on a rough breath said, “Melanie, we can’t do this.”

  CHAPTER 16

  “Lanie, we can’t do this,” he said.

  Melanie heard the words but chose not to listen. She grabbed his neck, yanked him back downwards and plastered her lips to his. She had no intentions for this kiss to be teasing. It was meant to tempt him further into lust.

  His lips barely moved beneath hers but he was far from unresponsive. His cock swelled beneath her, pushing through his pants and her tights, seeking her, and the hands on her ass gripped harder, begging her to ride him. So she gave him what he wanted, grinding on his lap as she played with his lips. But he still wouldn’t open for her.

  “Nic,” she said on a frustrated release of breath.

  “Lanie, No.” He separated their lips completely. When she arched upwards again, he tilted his head backwards to evade her. “We can’t do this.”

  She pulled back and her gaze met his. She wanted to ask why not, but she knew the reason. He was leaving again. She knew stopping right now was the best thing to do. Start the process of forgetting him sooner rather than later.

  Don’t torture yourself any more, her rational herself reminded her. He’s already given you enough memories to cry over for the rest of your life.

  But the ache in her body and in her heart, didn’t want to let him go. After nine years, she finally had him in her arms again and she was supposed to let him go just like that? Without even a taste of what they’d once shared?

  She ached for him; ached for his kisses, touches, for more… It felt wrong to deny herself this opportunity when it was certain to be the last one for them. And this wouldn’t be a horrible memory like he’d left her with nine years ago. This time she knew what she was getting into. This time she had a chance to get a proper goodbye.

  “Just for tonight.” She wasn’t even sure she’d said the words until they echoed in the silent room. Just for tonight, Nic. Please.”

  Their eyes met and in his she could see the protest. For a moment she thought he would deny her but then he sighed. “Lanie.”

  The way he said her name spoke of surrender.

  At last he bent his head and kissed her.

  This time there was no hesitation in his kiss; no hesitation in how he wrapped his arms fully around her. With uncompromising strength, he brought her flush against his chest.

  This time when he deepened the kiss there was no pulling away. Her arms encircled his neck, and she opened her mouth to receive him. He swept in, slowly stoking the fire between them to higher heights with each tangle of their tongues.

  His hands stole lower down her back until he cupped her ass again, squeezing, molding, tilting her closer to his cock. Melanie gasped at the intense sensations that spiked through her body with his relentless teasing.

  He eased his lips away from her to say, “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.” She barely let out the word before he swooped in for another soul-binding kiss. She fell into it. The room disappeared in its wake as did the world and all its troubles.

  “And that?” he asked as he nibbled at her bottom lip.

  “Yes.” She parted her lips further for his possession. And possess it he did, with urgent thrusts that lanced from her lips to every nerve in her body. With his mouth, lips and tongue, he broke through every barrier she’d erected around her heart, crashed through and seduced her back into his web.

  She didn’t feel him turn with her in his arms, only realized he had when she ended up on her back on the bed with him atop her. The pressure of his body on hers was delicious. The way his chest pressed into her swollen breasts, his firm tummy to hers, his dick to her pussy; she wove her legs around his flanks to keep him there as they kissed.

  “Nic,” she whimpered in protest when he eased his mouth away from hers but he soothed her complaints with soft kisses on her neck. He dragged his lips and teeth over the sensitive skin, in motion that had her sighing, gripping his muscular bicep and arching upwards.

  “I thought of you every night I was gone.” His words washed hotly over her skin.

  Then why didn’t you come back, she thought but didn’t say the words aloud. She didn’t want to regurgitate the past or the hurt. All she wanted was one night of pleasure.

  One night to forget.

  One night to remember.

  She pressed her hand to the back of his neck urging him to continue where he’d left off. Not one to disappoint, Nic set his kisses once more to her heated skin. Down they went; the crook of her neck, her shoulder, her upper arm, her upper chest. She gasped sharply when he kissed one nipple.

  Even with her vest in the way, that light touch of his lips sent sensations lancing through her with the speed and intensity of lightning striking a primed rod. When he eased his hand upwards beneath the cotton fabric and curved it around her naked breast she just about burst out of her flesh.

  Nic. Her mouth parted on a silent moan of his name and her fingers gripped his head.

  “Easy,” Nic murmured as he eased her vest upwards until it lay above her breasts. His hot, “So beautiful,” almost undid her, but it was when he set his lips to her swollen flesh that she broke.

  “Ssssss,” she hissed as he rolled her nipple with his tongue then swiped at it. The heat that rocketed through her had her pussy thrumming in need and her thighs tightening around him.

  Damn!

  It was as if the last nine years had never happened. Nic knew her body too well, which buttons to push to give her what she needed. While his mouth played havoc on her nipple, he lifted slightly off her. His hand eased down her tummy and beneath the elastic waistband of her leggings. The moment he touched her mound, her eyes snapped open, and she shot upwards to support herself on her elbows.

  Ooh lord. Her eyes met his, clung to him as he flicked her clit.

  Instant electric sensation, it zapped through her with an intensity that had her biting her lip. The look in his eyes was almost as powerful as the sensations skittering through her. He never took those half-hooded dark eyes off her as he teased her clit. With practiced, slow, languorous motions, he rubbed the nub setting her further aflame until she was sure she was on the verge of bursting into flames.

  “That’s it, baby,” he urged as he watched her writhe to meet his touch. Enslaved by his touch, she widened her legs giving his hand more space to move.

  “Aaaah.” The sob tore through her when he pushed one finger inside her. By the time he reached for her waistband again to strip the clothes away from her, she was a puppet, helpless to do anything but obey him. She lifted up so he could pull the leggings down.

  The moment he dipped his tongue into her core, she started trembling. The trembling didn’t stop. It only escalated with each practiced flick of his tongue. She arched upwards, but he held her down with a hand to her stomach and pushed her further towards the edge. He teased her, drove her wild with each stroke.

  “Ooooh,” she whimpered when he pushed his finger into her, moaned when he added a second one. Their deep in and out movements had her arching upwards. His hand never left her pussy as he eased his body upwards until he was lying right next to her and his mouth was pressed to her ear.

  “You’re almost there, baby,” he murmured as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe. He suckled the flesh in time to the rhythm of his fingers inside her pussy. “Cum for me.”

  She had no choice. His voice, his touch, his kiss; they all pushed her over the edge and into relief. With a keening cry of his name, she shattered into a thousand pieces.

  It was a while before she could breathe normally let alone open her eyes. When she finally did, she found him standing by the bed undressing. His jacket and shoes were already gone, leaving him in his denim shirt and beige flat front pants.

  When he reached for the buttons of his shirt, she ros
e to sit on her hunches. “Let me.”

  Unbuttoning his shirt was quick business but she couldn’t help touching his muscular chest. He sucked in a sharp breath when she pressed her palm to him. Her fingers tingled at the feel of his smooth satiny skin and the tight muscles flexing underneath her palm. She swept her palm to his right pec and rolled his nipple with her fingers.

  “Lanie,” her name on his lips sounded like a plea so she flicked the other nipple too before trailing her hands upwards to his shoulders. She grabbed the ends of his shirt, pushing them away and down his arms. Even as she stripped him and tossed the shirt to the floor, her gaze never left his chest. Its broad expanse, sinewy and muscular as if sculpted by a master artist, riveted her.

  Her body quivered in anticipation of feeling all of him over her, pressing into her.

  She leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the middle of his chest. In response, his hands clamped over her waist and squeezed. She didn’t know whether it was in warning or encouragement. She went with the latter and kissed her way downwards until she came to his navel and the arrow of hair that trailed downwards.

  Though covered, his cock jutted out pushing the fabric of his pants outwards lewdly. Ignoring the eager monster, she set her attentions to his belt. Unclasping it was an easy task but drawing his zipper down… well, that had some interesting results.

  Nic sucked in his stomach when her fingers grazed his clothed cock and he pushed towards her hand. She couldn’t help but oblige his unsaid request. She dipped into his boxer briefs and closed her hand around the jutting rod.

  Rock hard and hungry.

  The long, thick rod pulsed like a hungry monster released from its cage. Angry veins throbbed along its length. Eager to soothe it, Melanie stroked him upwards.

  “Fuck.” Nic released a harsh breath as his palm closed around her hand, restraining further movement. “Baby, No. You do that and I’ll come in your hands.” He removed her fingers one by one from around his dick. “I want to be inside you for the first time.”

  She sat on her hunches and watched him finish undressing himself. Soon he was standing in front of her naked. He was everything she expected and more; flagrantly virile, hard, thick and oh so long. She wanted him inside her, filling the hollow ache blossoming between her thighs.

  “Condoms?” His jagged whisper broke into her awed study of him.

  No barriers. She wanted to say. She wanted to feel his naked flesh merge with hers, feel that gush of his seed inside her.

  Baby? Maybe! Having Nic’s baby wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to her. She could imagine a baby boy with his dark eyes and curly brown hair, smiling up at her. He would be as handsome as his daddy and always be a memory of what they’d had.

  “Lanie?” He pulled her back into reality.

  She mentally shook those crazy baby thoughts from her head then gestured towards the bedside drawers. “There.”

  Once he was strapped up, he bent to kiss her. The kiss started out slow but soon she melted into him again. When he repositioned her to lie on her back, she went willingly. He settled in between her thighs, nestled his cock in the warm folds of her pussy, and then stopped.

  He drew in a ragged breath as he stared down at her and searched her face. For what, Melanie wasn’t sure, but she ground her aching mound into him, desperate for him to penetrate her. Gently he smoothed away the braids that had fallen over her face to the pillow before bending down to kiss her deeply. Their lips still glued together, he started to push in.

  She should’ve known that the first penetration wouldn’t be that easy.

  It’d been a while since she’d had sex.

  She met his first penetration with a pained moan. Her insides tightened in protest against the stretch. But Nic’s inward push was determined and unrelenting. When it became too much, she separated their lips. She begged, “Slow. It’s been a while.”

  “Okay.” He pressed a soft kiss to her nose and added, “As slow as you want.”

  Watching her closely, he eased out of her then sunk in with a short stroke this time. “That okay?”

  “Yea…” Melanie’s breath caught at his next stroke, this one a bit longer and deeper than the last. Her hands roamed restlessly down his back to clutch the taut curves of his buttocks. They flexed as he pushed in again then eased out. With easy stroke he worked her pussy until slowly but surely her walls gave into him. They both released a relieved breath when he fit fully insider her.

  “I missed being inside you,” Nic whispered as he pulled out. “Filling you up.” He steadily pushed back in slowly filling her to the brim, then pulled out until only his tip was nestled between her pussy lips. He shoved himself back in with more force. “Fucking you.”

  “Oh… ah…ah,” she moaned, tilting her pelvis higher to fit him in deeper. She needed more of his delicious length and thickness. “More – harder – oh, shit! Nic.”

  “You want it harder?” He took her at her word, and began hitting her with longer, harder, deeper strokes. He had her moaning his name and rocking her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. She answered every move he made with a welcoming one of her own, her body tightening around his.

  They built up a steady rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect oneness. The sounds and smell of sex hung between them, agitating their lust to fever pitch, and soon they were covered in sweat.

  Panting, she looked up at him. His brow was knotted in concentration, his mouth open in rough breaths as he worked her body. She’d almost forgotten how intense sex between them was; almost forgotten the heat that only he could build and put out. She curved her legs around his flanks pulling him even deeper inside her.

  “Lanie,” he released her name on a ragged breath as he pressed his forehead and nose to hers and thrust deeper. It was that thrust that did her in and a second later she collapsed in a wave of pleasure as her second orgasm of the night washed over her.

  It was only when he turned her to her stomach that she realized that he hadn’t come yet.

  Nic wasn’t done with her.

  This was the last time he’d be this close to her and he wanted to savor every minute; make it last.

  Melanie lay boneless, spread out on her stomach, her body still pulsing with her orgasm and her breaths coming in short sharp gasps. Her dark skin glowed with the shimmer of sweat, calling him to taste her. He pressed his lips to the nape, her upper back, each shoulder blade and worked his way down her spine. By the time he got to the small of her back he’d lifted her lower body off the bed so that she was half-lying, half kneeling..

  For a moment he was mesmerized by the arch of her body. She was so perfect from the small rounded shoulder to the cinched in waist to the ass that flared out. Her pussy peeked between her thick thighs, wet and dripping with a healthy mist of her feminine honey.

  He couldn’t help pressing a kiss to it before he positioned himself behind her. Gripping her waist with one hand, he guided his still hard dick into her. A little push and the mushroom tip parted her flesh. This time there was little resistance and her juices made it so much easier to push in. Once the head was in, he transferred both his hands to the cheeks of her ass, spreading her open for his viewing pleasure while he eased in.

  Watching his dick sink into that beautiful pussy almost broke him. The feeling of her tight walls gripping him, sucking him, convulsing around his cock almost sent him over the edge. He had to take deep breaths and do multiplication equations to calm himself.

  “Aah!” she let out a long sigh as his straining erection slid smoothly all the way home. The erotic sound was like an aphrodisiac to his ear as was the tight clasp of her walls all around his length, urging him to start moving.

  He did.

  The only sounds in the room were their hushed breathing and the soft squirting sounds as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. He fucked her steadily with long deep strokes that had the round globes of her ass jiggling every time his body crashed into her. He reached
beneath her raised body to pluck at her clit in time to his thrusts.

  “Ah..ah.. ah.” She buried her head between her outstretched arms, muffling the low whimpers in the bed as her fingers fisted over the sheets tightly. Her pussy muscles pulsated as she squeezed and suckled his cock, demanding everything he had to give. She threw her hips back at him as if trying to fuck him back.

  Her wild response spurred his. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, forcing more of his cock into her, as far as he could manage, exited then thrust in hard.

  Again. Again. Again.

  Soon she was flying into another shuddering orgasm. Her walls contracted violently with her release sending sharp shards of pleasure through him. Everything in him started to tighten up and tingle as his own orgasm rose; his arms, his balls, his cock.

  No. He wanted to see her face when he came.

  With a quick flip he had her on her back and once more was inside her. He pinned her to the bed, drew her arms above her head and then lowered his head to hers. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling in time to his in and out thrusts. This time his strokes were shorter and faster.

  He slammed in harder and faster, trying to fit as much of himself as he could inside her. He wanted to push into her and never come back out, imprint himself on her until she never forgot that she was his, fuck her until only his name was on her lips. Her thighs falling open for him were like gates welcoming him into heaven.

  He soared in with a loud grunt.

  As his orgasm swept through him, he held himself deep inside her. When he’d finally spilled the last of his seed, he collapsed half over her out of breath and sweating. Slowly reason eased back into his thoughts and he realized that he was too heavy for her. He didn’t want to leave her so he turned on his back with her still in his arms, bringing her over him.

  A lifetime passed before their hushed breathing slowed down or either of them moved. She stroked his hand over her back, holding her palm to his chest as they cuddled. How he wished they could be like this forever. But he knew that was a wish that would never come true. Their forever had been snatched away the night of their arrest.