Free NicenEasy by Lynne Connolly

smile turned rueful.
“Sorry. I can’t help it around you.”
    “That’s usually a compliment.” Unable to resist, she went on
her toes and kissed him.
    With a groan, he pulled her close. Their bodies met from
their shoulders to their thighs, his cock pressing against her stomach. Their
mouths melded in the kind of kiss she’d only dreamed of before they met,
perfectly attuned. He finished the kiss and stared down at her, his eyes
gentler in expression. He kissed her again softly and she responded, giving
tenderness back. They had both made mistakes. She didn’t know where to go from
here. “We need to talk,” she murmured, her eyes drooping when he delivered
another kiss.
    “Later.” He reached over her head and switched off the
shower. The sudden silence punctuated by the soft drip of water struck her to
her soul. This seemed like an incredibly important moment but she had no idea
why. Something passed between them as they stood completely still, gazing at
each other.
    With the flicker of a smile, he reached out and snagged a
towel to wrap around her. It felt warm, cozy and soft. All the things she
wasn’t feeling inside right now.
    He grabbed another and dried himself roughly, and still he
didn’t take his attention away from her. Then he patted her dry and stepped out
of the cubicle, careful to avoid the mess on the floor. He lifted her out and she
put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, then he led her into the
bedroom. “I want to take you to bed,” he said, “but that’s not why I brought
you here. I want to talk to you.”
    “I want to talk to you too,” she said, “but not now.”
    His face broke into a smile, relief flooding his features,
and he took her hand to lead her to the bed. Sitting down, he urged her closer,
his hands around her waist, and she stepped between his spread legs. Seeing
him, touching him was all that mattered right now. Carefully, he unwound the
towel from her and lifted it to blot the water from her hair. She watched him
concentrate on his task and let him minister to her, wondering what would
happen now, happy to let events flow.
    When he’d finished, he pushed her hair off her face and
guided her down to sit on his lap, over one knee with her legs between his, and
he gazed up at her, smiling before pressing his hand against her upper back to
urge her down for his kiss. He pressed his lips to her gradually, increasing
the pressure with firm insistence, without hurrying. She opened to him, a
natural development of their embrace, and he drew her closer until her breasts
pressed against his chest.
    He lifted her, laid her on the bed, and came down to join
her, leaning over her for another kiss.
    After a series of gentle but thorough kisses, warmth
circulated through her, a pulsing, steady increase that seemed as natural as
breathing. Only then did he move on to her throat, giving her a necklace of
kisses, and then a pendant, dropping down between her breasts. She tried to sit
up but he gently pushed her back.
    They needed no words. This was his apology and it meant so
much more than words ever could. He was treating her with gentleness and even
gratitude. He kissed her breasts, circled them with his tongue, patiently
caressing until the nipples stood in hard peaks. The most he would allow was
for her to rest her hands on his shoulders and feel his muscles flex under her
palms. Strong, powerful muscles, at present treating her with a tenderness she
wasn’t sure she deserved. But she’d take it.
    He gave her a belt of kisses, pausing at her navel to lick
and tease. She shivered, her sensitivity increasing with every touch. He
alternated soft, sweet caresses with kisses, preparing the way with strokes and
contacts that sent increasingly powerful shivers through her whole body. He
made a sound against her stomach, “Mmm,” that added to the need pushing its way
through her.
    She opened her legs and tried to lift her hips to meet his
questing tongue, but he urged her