be so different to my previous sexual encounters after all.
‘Such beautiful eyes. Let me look at you.’ His blazing stare didn’t leave mine as he reached down and began to undo my jeans without so much as a glance. He’d clearly done that before. Unfastened, my jeans slid down the overheated skin of my legs and crumpled around my ankles. ‘Step out of them and kick them to the side,’ Nicholas instructed me in a husky voice and I did as I was told, luckily not getting tangled up and not saying anything because, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to talk, or even capable of speech in my highly aroused state.
Ever so slowly, Nicholas reached out and began to unbutton my shirt. I was hugely overexcited by this point, my breathing coming in jagged pulls, and I closed my eyes for a second to try and recover myself so I didn’t look like a blathering idiot.
Before I knew it, Nicholas had me turned around and I felt a hard, stinging slap to my right buttock. Ow ! Pulling me sharply against him so my back was pressed to his front, he leant around and nipped my neck with his teeth before whispering in my ear, ‘Eyes open, Rebecca, you know my rule on that. I won’t tell you again.’
Jeez, eyes open. OK, I must remember that.
‘Sorry,’ I muttered, because it seemed the right thing to do and, in response, he placed several kisses on my neck while his hand gently massaged my smarting behind, before reaching around me where he continued to undo the last of my shirt buttons.
Still standing behind me, he pressed his stomach against me and a thrill ran through my body as I felt the hard length of his erection digging into my lower back. Placing his hands on my waist, Nicholas then proceeded to run a teasing trail up my sides to the shirt collar where he took hold and slowly started to pull it off me, peeling it lazily down my shoulders and arms until just the cuffs remained.
Taking me completely by surprise, he suddenly did something to the shirt that had my hands trapped behind my back … I supposed he must have twisted the material while my wrists were still in the sleeve cuffs. Whatever he did, it well and truly trapped my hands, and I stood helpless with my breasts jutting forward as Nicholas stalked back around to stand in front of me.
‘That should stop you fidgeting while I examine your rather lovely underwear,’ he commented lightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Trailing his gaze across my already heated skin, I watched as Nicholas’ pupils dilated further and a sigh escaped him. His obvious appreciation of me merely added to my arousal, and I squeezed my thighs together as I felt myself start to throb and moisten further. I glanced quickly down and was so pleased I had made the effort to pick out nice lacy underwear tonight before leaving the house.
‘You have a fabulous body, Rebecca,’ Nicholas murmured thickly, his eyes roving over me while his hands stayed firmly at his sides as if he were allowing himself to look but not touch.
I began to squirm on the spot. How was it possible to get this turned on from just a look?
Finally, he put me out of my misery by stepping closer and placing his hands on my waist, rubbing soothing circles on my exposed flesh and sending electric tingles cascading across my skin. One hand began the ascent to my bra and I couldn’t help but moan softly as his fingers finally made contact with my breast. Slowly, his other hand joined in as he massaged and kneaded at my sensitive flesh through the lace of my bra, making me shudder with desire.
Suddenly, he reached around behind my back and tugged me against him, finding my mouth with his and invading it with his probing tongue. His kiss was fierce but passionate and I found myself longing to touch him, run my hands through his hair, pull him closer, but I couldn’t because my hands were still caught in my damn shirt.
Nicholas undid my bra with one hand while still demanding access to my mouth