CHASING TROUBLE

She wanted to deny it. Loudly. Scream that he was wrong. But that would be her wounded pride screaming. Nicholas had broken her heart then stamped on the shattered pieces for good measure. There was nothing left of her heart for him to damage.

Nicholas saw the emotions play out over Caroline’s face. He noticed every pulse in her eyes, every ragged movement of her chest. He saw the flush of color on her cheeks and the way her breasts strained towards him and the outline of her nipples pressed against the fabric of her nightwear. And he saw the fight she was waging against herself. His fingers crept to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “Do you still have feelings for me?” he asked.

Her throat moved but still she didn’t speak. He inched his seat a little closer, nudging her thighs apart with his knees as he swirled his fingers even higher. “I still have feelings for you.” His fingers reached the hem of her silk pajama shorts. “I try to forget you but I can’t.” Her breaths were coming in short, ragged bursts.

When he slowly slipped a finger under the fabric of her shorts, her body trembled. He could feel the heat coming from the heart of her femininity and inched his thumb closer to the core. She jolted, eyes widening.

“I’ve imagined us back together so many times,” he whispered. He could see her trying to bring herself back into focus, and ran his thumb up the lips of her pleasure until he reached her swollen nub. Her back arched, breaths now coming in pants. “I remember your scent.” Keeping the pressure on her nub, he slid a finger inside her. Her head fell back. A soft moan escaped her lips.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I remember your taste. I remember how good we were together.”

With a trembling hand she pulled the sash of her robe apart and then unbuttoned her pajama top, exposing the breasts he’d once carelessly thought had been designed especially for him. Then, breasts swaying with the motion, using her elbows as support, she lifted herself upright until she had a hand clutching the collar of his shirt and her molten eyes met his.

“Nick…?” His name sounded like it had been dragged out from deep inside her.

Nicholas was so turned on that now he was the one struggling to speak. “Yes, Care?”

She pressed her pelvis tighter against his hand and covered his free hand, lifting it and placing it on her breast. “Stop talking and take me to bed.”

And then, still holding tightly to his shirt, her head fell back and she shuddered violently. The tattoo of Caroline’s heart drummed loudly in her ears as she fought for breath. Her hand clutched Nicholas’ shirt like a vice. The strength of the orgasm that had just erupted within her should have drained the arousal from her but the ache in her core still throbbed.

Leaning closer to her, he moved his hand out from under her shorts and slowly wound it around her back. She met the hooded stare with a frankness she had denied them both these past weeks. His lips were tightly set, nostrils flaring as he breathed in and out.

His body had gone rigid. She inched her face closer to his until she felt the heat of his skin against her own and the musky scent of his skin and the faint scent of his cologne soaked into her senses. She rubbed her nose against his cheekbone and breathed him in some more, releasing his shirt to bury her fingers into the soft dark hair and dig the tips into the back of his skull.

The fight was over. She had lost. But she had won too. The incredible feelings ravaging her were proof of that. For the first time since Nicholas’ return, she felt like herself again. A woman with desires and needs, not just a mother, a daughter, a sister.

The sensual side of her nature-a side only Nicholas had seen-had been locked in hibernation since the day he left and now he’d awoken it, unleashing the burn that had once seen her beg for his touch. He couldn’t hurt her again. She knew that now. The damage he’d caused was irreparable. But he could give her pleasure. Pleasure like nothing else on this earth.

Nicholas stared into the molten eyes still pulsing with the effects of her climax. Her body still trembled, her sweet breaths still ragged. Arousal bit him so fiercely that the scrape of her nails against his skull was as effective as if she’d taken his excitement in her hand. It was a struggle to draw in the air he needed to temper it, a task made harder when every inhalation drew her scent into his lungs. He needed to get hold of himself before he… He sucked in a sharp breath as she pressed her cheek to his and dragged the hand not kneading his skull down to his hand and placed it back against her breast. The shallowness of her breaths whispering against his skin was as erotic as the feel of the plump weightiness in the palm of his hand.

Damn… He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes against the deep throbbing in his loins. The effect was enough to make him feel like an overly excited teenager about to bed a woman for the first time. He hadn’t felt such desire even then. The closest he’d come to feeling like that was when he was with Caroline. It had been the headiest, most erotic moment of his life.

Nineteen months later but his body remembered. Every cell in his body pulsated in anticipation. Eyes wide open and burning into his, her lips dragged slowly to his mouth and hovered, lips parted but only a whisper of connection between them. The sweet taste of her breath danced onto his tongue. Her fingers dug deeper into his skull.

The last thread holding him to the earth snapped and with a groan he had no control over, Nicholas captured her beautiful lips in a kiss of pure, hedonistic savagery. Tongues entwined, teeth grazed, fingers bit into flesh. There was little comprehension that she’d shifted her body until she was straddling his lap and their bodies were crushed together.

Clasping her bottom, he rose to his feet, lifting her with him. Her legs wound around his waist as he carried her through the open door to the turned-down bed.