Free For the Love of Nick by Jill Shalvis

more. Not any sort of emotional connection.
    “It should be more,” he said, reading her mind.
    Maybe, but it couldn’t be. This and only this was within her reach. One mindless night, with him.Feeling bold, she sat back on her heels and pulled the T-shirt over her head and off.
    His breath caught. His mouth fell open, then shut with an audible snap. “Danielle,” he said hoarsely.
    Never in her life had she been so shameless, but also something else. Wicked and brazen, and…free. Free, for the first time in too long.
    Coming to her feet, she tugged on the tie of the sweats he’d given her. Then gave them a little push as she wriggled her hips, letting the material slowly slip down her thighs, leaving her only in a pair of panties.
    His eyes glued to her body, he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. “Danielle.”
    “Please don’t turn me away.” She sat at his hip, her heart in her throat because she needed this, needed him, more than she needed her next breath.
    He let out a groan and reached for her, tugging her down over the top of him, drawing her closer to his oh-so-warm body. His breath skimmed her temple, her hair, while his hands molded and possessed her, stoking the ache deep within her to blind, primitive need.
    He seemed to be similarly affected. Scooping her hair back from her face in fistfuls, he drew herclose, staring into her eyes until their lips touched in a long, melting kiss. Then he let her hair go to trail those talented, greedy hands down her sides, stroking her breasts, holding her up so that he could look at her nipples, which were thrust near his face, begging for attention. He put his mouth on one, drawing it into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth, until she cried out, hips arching into his. Pulling back enough to blow a hot breath on the wet nipple, he slid his hands over her, down her back, and then lower, cupping two handfuls of her bottom.
    Her pulse had long ago scrambled, and now so did her senses. They had all night, she thought with a bittersweet mixture of joy and misery. She could make the most of every hour, every single second. Knowing that, she pressed into him, eliciting a rough growl.
    “Is this what you had in mind?” he asked a bit roughly, slipping his hands into her panties, his fingers dipping and exploring.
    She let out a helpless little moan.
    “Is it?”
    “Yes,” she gasped, as his hands slid between her thighs to where she was already creamy, hot and very, very wet. “Yes,” she gasped again when hehooked his thumbs in her panties, and holding her gaze prisoner in his own, slowly worked them down.
    “Better.” He tossed them into the air, returning his hands to her body with a low groan. “Much better, but—”
    A low whine jerked her right out of her sensual haze, as they both turned their heads. Nick let out a groaning laugh.
    Sadie sat at their side, a pair of panties draped over one bloodshot eye, head cocked as she studied them closely. “Woof,” she offered, close enough to blast them with doggie breath.
    Danielle’s muscles, tight and trembling under Nick’s incredible touch only seconds ago, let go, and she sagged over him. “Go to sleep, Sadie.” Please.
    Sadie sat up straighter, still panting.
    “Lay down,” Danielle pleaded. “Go on now.”
    More panting.
    Danielle looked into Nick’s frustrated but laughing eyes. “She failed obedience.”
    “I’m shocked.” Nick narrowed his eyes and studied Sadie. “Is it my imagination, or is she getting ready to bite something?”
    Sadie’s big tongue swiped over her mouth in away that did indeed make her appear to be licking her chops in preparation of chowing down on something.
    Or someone.
    “Don’t worry, she hardly ever bites.”
    “Oh, good.”
    “We could just pretend she isn’t here,” Danielle suggested hopefully, noticing how nice Nick’s bare chest felt brushing her equally bare nipples.
    Nick noticed how nice it felt, too, evidenced by the impressive bulge