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  Nick slowly began to slip his shirt buttons from their closures, revealing inch by inch the impressive form of his chest. All that smooth muscle, all that latent power, just for her. For tonight. Warmth rushed to her core. Her breasts grew heavy with want, her nipples pearled, rasping the gauzy fabric of her negligee. Her breath grew labored.

  Dammit, just like that, he’d already wrested control from her. She wouldn’t permit it. Not this time. Before he could painstakingly undo another button, Meg stepped forward. Her determined gaze met his knowing one. “Let me help you,” she told him. “You’re going to need all your strength.”

  Meg partially opened his shirt and, as she worked the buttons free with her fingers, pressed her lips to his chest. She found his nipple, bit lightly and sucked hard. Nick’s answering groan rang with defeat, making Meg’s heart soar. She learned the contours of his chest with her tongue. Listened to those little hitches in his breathing which indicated sensitive spots and committed them to memory for future use. Before her time was up, she’d make him beg. Make him lose his precious control. Make him hers.

  The rogue thought had pushed its way through before she could check it.

  Forcing the wish aside, she slid his shirt free of his shoulders, pushed it down his arms, then went to work on removing his pants. Meg kept constant contact with his body. She brushed her breasts against him, her hands, whatever, but never ceased that relentless touch. Kissing her way around to his back, she looped her arms around his waist, smoothed her hands down his ridged abdomen and found the button of his trousers. She pressed herself firmly against him as she slipped the button free and lowered his zipper.

  His pants sagged around his waist. Meg slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and worked them down his hips until they joined his pants. Breathing harshly, Nick kicked the garments off his legs and out of the way. Candlelight bathed his glorious form, casting gilded shadows over his utterly male body.

  His erection sprang forth, nudged his belly button. Just looking at all that virility, that part of him that made him male sent a wash of want hurtling through her.

  “You’re killing me,” Nick growled as she gazed at him with undisguised longing.

  Meg gently nudged him until he collapsed on the foot of the bed. She produced a can of whipped cream from the dresser and coated his penis in the cool, fluffy concoction. Nick hissed a breath through his teeth as she swirled it round and round, making him her own personal sundae. When she was finished, Meg set the can aside, knelt between his spread thighs, tucked her hair over her shoulder and took him in her hand. Her gaze met his as she slid her tongue slowly from the root to the tip of his hot throbbing length. A groan stuttered out of him at the contact. She licked lazily, long slow strokes of her tongue. Wrapped her lips around him—no small feat considering his enormous size—and suckled him.

  Nick’s thighs tensed. His hands bunched in the sheets and a low growl issued from his throat.

  “That—” Meg clarified just in case he didn’t understand “—is not killing you. That’s torturing you. Just the way you’ve tortured me. Did you know I’ve dreamed of doing that since the first time I saw you? That I couldn’t wait to taste you—” her tongue swirled around the engorged head of his penis “—here.”

  Another guttural sound, part growl, part cry rumbled from his chest.

  She could feel the tension vibrating off him, could feel the tenuous grasp he had on his restraint barely held in check. Let it go, baby, Meg thought, taking the whole of him deep into her mouth.

  She licked, sucked and massaged every hardened inch of him with the soft skin inside her mouth, with her tongue. Paid particular attention to the ultra-sensitive head, that soft, soft skin encasing his rigid arousal.

  Having him in her mouth, tasting the salty evidence of his need was a singularly intoxicating experience. She loved it. Reveled in it and the knowledge made her feel all warm and mushy inside, languid. Her blood thickened, warmth drenched her feminine folds, the tiny scrap of fabric hugged against her sex.

  Her mouth left off his arousal. She took him in her hand, gently pumped him as her tongue found a new treasure. Meg laved his testicles, pulled them one at a time into her mouth and rolled them around her tongue. Nick’s powerful body shuddered. He growled, and thrust impatiently against her hand.

  Oh, no, Meg thought. Not yet.

  She took the length of him back into her mouth and sucked him hard, in and out, in and out, squeezed his thighs, fondled him, anything she could to drive him crazy with want. She heard his sharp intake of breath. He swore. Repeatedly.

  He tensed again, his thighs locked and she sensed his impending climax. Nick made a move to draw her back, but Meg forced his hand away and sucked him harder, took him deeper into her mouth, worked her tongue rhythmically along his length, until finally his entire body froze. His sweet salty seed hit the back of her throat in a rush. Meg drank him in, milked the rest of the climax from him with her lips and tongue. She cleaned him thoroughly, mewled with pleasure.

  Finally, Meg placed one lingering kiss on the tip of his penis and rose from between his legs. She gazed at him, ran her tongue around her lips, showing him how much she enjoyed tasting him. “You were delicious,” she purred. “Scoot back and turn over onto your stomach.”

  His astonished gaze met hers. “I can’t believe— That was—” He blinked, astounded. “Thank you.”

  Meg grinned. “You’re welcome. Now turn over.”

  Nick adamantly shook his head, reached for her once more, his gaze feverish with want. “Please,” he pleaded. “Let me touch you. Let me taste you.”

  Her nipples pouted and her feminine muscle tightened at his plea, but she wouldn’t be swayed from her lesson. Nick had to learn that losing control every once in a while wasn’t such a bad thing. She needed to remedy his tunnel vision, put things in a wider scope.

  “That’s not part of my special plans,” Meg told him. “This is my show and I’m going to be the one doing the touching. You can touch me, taste me, when your turn rolls around.”

  His eyes widened and he fell back onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. A laugh stuttered out of him. “Oh, I’m going to make you pay,” he promised her. “You are so going to pay.”

  Smiling, Meg scaled his incredible body, gently pushed him onto his stomach. She loved the feel of him beneath her, the power of being able to make this incredibly fashioned body quake with her touch. “And I can’t wait. But for now…”

  She leaned over him, snagged a small jar of Shiver Cream from the table. She loaded her finger and painted his body with it. Stars, hearts, X’s, O’s. From his broad shoulders, down the smooth indentation of his back, to that extraordinary ass. The very glide of her finger across something so masculine, so beautiful sent a rush of longing through her.

  Nick’s breath hissed out from between his teeth. “Don’t tell me you’ve got another jar of Shi—”

  Meg bent and sent a steady stream of air over his back.

  Nick trembled violently. “—ver Cream.”

  Meg applied it everywhere she thought might draw a response from him. The backs of his knees, his ankles, the arch of his foot. She rolled him back over, sat back on her haunches and considered him thoughtfully. Painted his nipples, each rib, his belly button, a swirly trail on his inner thighs. Nick rewarded each touch of finger with a sigh, a growl, a hiss, a hum. She could listen to those little noises of pleasure forever, Meg decided.

  She’d reloaded her finger and was about to apply it to his penis when Nick stayed her with his hand, his eyes widened with shock. “No, please. I—I can’t take it.”

  Meg shrugged, slipped her fingers beneath the sheer lace over her breast and applied the pale cream to first one nipple and then the other. Nick greedily watched her every move. That melted-caramel gaze grew even more slumberous, more heavy-lidded.

  “I love it when you look at me like that,” she murmured, smoothing her hand down her belly. “It makes me get all muddled insi
de. Hot.”

  He smiled, one of those cocky gestures that at once annoyed and beguiled. He grasped his hardened length. “I can cure what ails you.”

  Oy, she was sure he could. Still… “In due time,” she promised.

  Meg reached across him once more, dragged her breasts across the masculine hair covering his chest. Pleasure barbed at the contact, sent a shaft of heat straight to her moistened core. He groaned, smoothed one big hand across her rump.

  Meg palmed the mini-bullet and massage glove.

  He narrowed his gaze. “I don’t think—”

  “Good,” Meg cut him off. “I don’t think you should think.” She slipped the bullet into the glove, tripped the switch and ran her vibrating hand over his tense abdomen.

  Nick swore and his breath left him in a sigh. “Th-that’s incredible.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” Meg massaged his chest, his arms, turned his hands over and ran the pulsing glove over his palms. Watched his inhibitions melt and a smile curve those amazing lips.

  She smoothed it down his legs, behind his knees, skimmed it over his hips and gradually, his inner thighs.

  “I don’t—”

  She cupped his testicles with the glove before he could form the remainder of that protest. His semi-aroused flesh promptly swelled once again to its most impressive size.

  Nick set his jaw, seemingly determined not to enjoy what his body clearly relished. Come on, Nick, Meg silently willed him. Let it go, don’t deny the pleasure.

  “Do you know what I’m thinking?” Meg asked him, stroking him now with the pulsating glove, working it up and down, around the tip again and again to the sound of his labored breathing.

  “No,” came his strangled reply.

  A pearl of pleasure leaked from his tip and Meg bent down and tenderly licked the moisture away. He shuddered, groaned again. “Mmmm. I’m thinking about how wonderful it’s going to be to sink down onto you, have you fill me up. Do you want me to do that, Nick?”

  “Hell, yes!”

  She smiled at his frantic, eyes-rolled-back-in-his-head retort, drew a condom from the bedside table and painstakingly smoothed it over the smooth hard length of him. “Then say the magic word.”

  “Now!”

  “Close enough.”

  Meg abandoned the glove, removed her panties and straddled him, settling on the hard ridge of his arousal. Delight mushroomed, pushed a sigh from her lips. Her moisture coated him as he instinctively lifted his hips, slid slowly between her engorged folds, nudging the tender hood which hid her sensitive kernel of desire. Pleasure exploded inside her, little curls of heat that licked through her veins, igniting a fire only a blast of his seed would put out.

  Unable to hold back any longer, she reached down and guided him into her opening, then sank slowly inch by incredible inch down until she’d fully impaled herself on him. Meg paused, squeezed her eyes shut and let the indescribable feeling of wholeness, of unparalleled bliss cascade through her. Her breath came in soft little gasps, alien to her ears and her gaze met his.

  “Sweet heaven,” Nick hissed, grasping her hips. Those strong fingers gripped her skin, setting off another blast of need. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you,” Meg told him throatily, undulating her hips so that she sealed him more tightly to her. “When I’m with you, this is just about all I can think of. Having you inside me like this. Filling me up, until I don’t know where you start and I begin.”

  Nick rocked beneath her. Slid more firmly into her heat. Rocked again. He coupled the rock with an incredible thrust, upped the tempo so that Meg’s breasts danced and jiggled as he pumped in and out of her.

  Harder, faster, harder.

  Release built like a flame fueled by sheer sensation. Meg longed to let him take over, to let him lead her where she so very desperately wanted to go. But what could he learn from that? He still needed to learn his lesson.

  With a soft cry of regret, Meg took over once more, forced him to let her set the pace. She rhythmically raised and lowered herself onto him, worked her muscles so that the intense draw and drag resistance created the most hedonistic friction between their joined bodies.

  Her toes curled as a flash of light blazed behind her lids, heralding the coming of her climax. Her breath began to come in short little spurts. Her blood quickened, roared in her ears. Nick groaned, clenched his jaw and tightened his hold on her hips once more. He bucked underneath her, burying himself deeper and deeper into her. Her climax hovered just out of reach.

  Almost—

  Nick drove into her again and again….

  Oh, yes. Almost— Please—

  Ground his hips into hers. Harder now, frantic. He leaned forward and clamped his mouth on her breast. Tugged her nipple through the see-through fabric—

  Meg screamed with delight as her body bowed with shock and the sweet rain of release swept her up into a maelstrom of glittering sensation. She rode out the storm, relished every wave of blessed release. A growl ripped from Nick’s throat as his own orgasm blasted from his loins, bathed her womb with liquid heat. Her muscles tightened and released, tightened and released, milking him of more sensation, eddying deliciously intense aftershocks of orgasm through her sensitive mound.

  A fine sheen of sweat coated their bodies. Nick still pulsed warmly inside her and Meg found herself uneager to break that special connection. She glowed from the inside out. Contentedness permeated her every cell. Breathing hard, she collapsed on top of him.

  Smiling, Meg battled a hair away from her face. “That concludes…your course…on Sex 101,” Meg teased. “You’ll be tested…in a few minutes to see…what all you’ve learned. Do you…have any questions?”

  A laugh bubbled up his throat. “Yeah. Is it my turn yet?”

  Meg kissed his heaving chest. “Most definitely.”

  Incredibly, she felt him harden inside her. He ran his palms down her back, settled them over her rump. He moved inside her, small gentle thrusts that sent a whole new plethora of gratification through her. Meg purred with pleasure.

  He stopped.

  Perplexed, Meg lifted her head from his chest and looked into his twinkling gaze. “Do you know what time it is?” he asked casually.

  Irritated, Meg undulated her hips. “Time to move your ass?”

  He laughed. “Nope. It’s payback time.”

  And for every iota of pleasure she’d given him, Nick paid her back tenfold. He teased her, tempted her, brought her to the brink and left her there again and again. He learned her with his mouth, with his hands, worshipped her with his body until she was completely wrung dry, utterly sated and left with the inherent understanding that she’d been thoroughly loved.

  And one thing was abundantly clear—when in the predawn hours he finally tucked her close to his side and sleep claimed him—she would never be the same. Nick had done more than paid her back—he’d captured her heart.

  Pity he hadn’t even noticed.

  14

  NICK AWOKE FRIDAY MORNING with a small rounded bottom pressed against his loins, a plump breast in his hand and a peculiar ache in his chest.

  The bottom and breast were easily accounted for—Desiree.

  The ache, however, was a completely different story. Nick gloomily suspected he knew its origin, but was reluctant to form the necessary coordinating thought. Because the thought made him panic, absolutely terrified him. Made him feel out of his element and out of control.

  Like he’d been last night.

  She’d literally blown him away. Set out to strip him of his defenses, to make him surrender to her and—terrifyingly—she’d done it. She’d systematically broken down every wall of resistance, done away with each preconceived notion regarding bed play and forced him to let someone else lead the way. Hell, even when she’d been on top of him—in the dominant position—he’d still tried to make her move to his rhythm, had still tried to set the pace.

  But she hadn’t let him. She’d forced him to surrender. Ma
de him capitulate.

  She’d painted him with Shiver Cream, massaged him with a vibrator—one of the toys he despised—and made him admit that he liked it. Made him beg. Nick mentally laughed. That whopping erection had been irrefutable proof that he’d enjoyed her ministrations.

  Nick had thought she’d only been joking when she called their lovemaking “sex lessons,” but evidently she hadn’t been. True, she clearly didn’t have as much experience as she might claim, but she’d recognized a flaw in his narrow-minded thinking and set about correcting it. She’d literally wanted to teach him a lesson. And she had, Nick realized, but not in the way she intended.

  She’d taught him how to let someone love him.

  Like she’d loved him. She’d loved him with her body, with those small capable hands, with every part of her. She’d broken him down and built him back up again. And under the weight of her selflessness, he’d finally stopped resisting her and had given in. Nick swallowed.

  He supposed that’s when he fell in love with her.

  The thought plumbed a wellspring of emotion, happiness, sublime contentment, joy and, curiously, only a small amount of panic. He let those feelings rush through him, tested them, filed them away in The World According To Nick and when the waters of realization finally ebbed, he felt…right.

  As if everything that had ever been jumbled up in his life, every loose end, had been set to rights, tied up and dealt with accordingly.

  He felt right.

  Now, he had to make everything right. For him, for her, and for Ron.

  Ron.

  Alarmed, Nick glanced at the bedside clock. Shit! He had to meet his brother in ten minutes in the lobby. A litany of curses ran through his mind as Nick gently extricated himself from the bed without waking Desiree. Though he didn’t have the time, Nick paused to look at her, to drink her in.

  Long chocolate curls fanned out over her bare shoulder, over her pillow. Her skin was a wash of pink over cream, simply gorgeous. Her long lashes painted shadowed crescents against her cheeks and those lips. Mercy. Even relaxed in sleep, that mouth had the power to excite him. Emotion welled in his chest, particularly tightening the area around his heart. God, she was gorgeous. Everything about her drew him, called to him on some primal level he’d never comprehend but didn’t require understanding.