Free For the Love of Nick by Jill Shalvis Page A

currently pressing insistently against her thigh.
    “Just ignore her,” she tried desperately, slipping down for a kiss. He was such a good kisser, so warm and generous and…still staring at Sadie.
    Who was staring right back at him.
    Danielle covered Nick’s eyes and tried to deepen the kiss but it was no good. She most definitely did not have his entire attention. With a sigh, she sat up on him.
    “Call me a prude,” he said. “But I’ve never actually had an audience before. It’s a bit unnerving.”
    “Yeah.” Feeling very naked, she stood and reached for the panties still hanging off Sadie’s ear and the T-shirt on the floor.
    Before she could put them on, Nick came to his feet and pressed up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. His forearms were tanned, tough and strewn with sinew against her fair-skinned, soft stomach, and when he slipped his hands up to cup her breasts, she nearly cried.
    “Is she still watching me?” he murmured in her ear, his fingers stroking her nipples.
    She wanted to melt, but managed to crane her neck toward Sadie.
    Who had her gaze glued to a spot Danielle wanted to stare at as well.
    Nick’s butt.
    “I’m trying not to notice,” he said. His arms squeezed her close. “You feel so good against me, Danielle. So good. But—”
    “No. No buts.” Her body was so keyed up, she couldn’t walk away now. Words were beyond her so she turned and showed him what she wanted with her body, sliding against him, gliding her breasts over his chest, her hips to the spot between his where he was hard and heavy.
    “Foul,” he whispered, and with a movement that left her gasping in surprise, he scooped her into his arms and started down the hall.
    “Hurry,” she whispered, then arched her naked body in his arms.
    With a groan, he stopped in the middle of the hallway, pressing her against the wall, holding her there with his delicious body. His mouth took hers, and then, breathless, he lifted his head. “You’re sure you want this?”
    “More than air.”
    With a smile that tipped her heart on its side, he indulged them both in another long, lingering kiss. Finally, finally, he carried her into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. Lifting his head, he asked, “Can she open doors?”
    Danielle couldn’t think past the sight of the bed that she hoped he intended to ravish her on. “Who?”
    “The man-eater.”
    Oh Lord, the way he was eating her up with his gaze. “No, Sadie can’t open doors.”
    “Good.” With his mouth teasing her jaw, he set her on the bed, his hands never leaving her body. A soft touch here, there…over her breasts, her nipples, her belly…between her thighs, urging her legs open so that he could watch while he stroked her to a slow burn with an erotic touch such as she’d never known before.
    She was quivering now, with each stroke, helplessly arching into him. “Nick…”
    “Yeah.” His fingers sank into her wet heat, and he let out a rough groan from deep in his throat.
    “Now,” she heard herself cry, thrusting her hips against him. “Oh, please now…” She reached for him, but he evaded, gently but thoroughly capturing her hands, then pressing her back, his body covering hers. “If you touch me now, it’ll be over before it begins.”
    “Then we’ll start again!”
    Nick liked the sound of that, starting again. Her voice sounded thready, desperate, and her long legs wrapped around his hips so that he nearly sank into her. As he was feeling thready and desperate himself, it took every ounce of control he had to hold back.
    Sliding down her body, he used his mouth everywhere he passed. Her nipples, her belly, high on her thigh, close to the one spot that would drive her over the edge, close, but not close enough.
    “Nick!” Her eyes clouded over, her hands still at her sides, held by his, flexed.
    “I know.” He released her to slide his hands over her thighs, opening them even farther, to lick her,