Page 72 of Perfect Together
“And holding all your problems inside? That’s pretty—”
“Stupid. Do not saybrave.” She grinned, and he knew he’d broken through her sadness.
“Since you had your reasons, I suggest we let that one go.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“For what?”
“For not letting me get so deep into my own head that I forget all the good things in my life. And Sam?”
“Hmm?” With her body bracketing his, her scent teasing him, her feminine warmth arousing him, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
“You’re one of those good things.” She tugged at his T-shirt and he shifted, helping her yank it over his head.
He tossed the garment onto the floor. She pulled at his shorts next, and those followed the same path. He removed her shirt too and discovered that she was nude beneath it.
“Oh, man,” he muttered, taking her in. Pale breasts stood in contrast to the rest of her now-tanned body, and he groaned at the sight.
He reached out and tweaked one nipple, and she responded with a soft moan. His cock twitched at the sexy sound. He maneuvered himself into a sitting position, intending to suck that tempting peak into his mouth, but she scooted down on him instead.
“My turn,” she murmured, and leaned close, swiping the head of his cock with a lick of her tongue.
He swore. Her pleasuring him was not what he’d had in mind when he set out to make her forget her troubles, but from the hazy look in her eyes, she was wholly focused on him and nothing else. So mission accomplished, he thought, falling back against the pillows at the same time she enclosed her mouth over his aching shaft and sucked him deep.
Buried in the recesses of her mouth, he felt the suction all the way into his balls before she released him, licked her way back to the tip and started all over again. He just might die if she kept up the rhythm. He’d never gone from zero to sixty so damned fast.
His orgasm threatened, and everything inside him knew it would be the most explosive one he’d ever had. Maybe it was the way she focused on her task, licking and eating at him like he was the tastiest treat. Or maybe it was the way she gave of herself in the process. He’d placed a hand on her back and her entire body shook, letting him know she was enjoying this as much as he was. But he had the scary feeling that the only thing that mattered was the fact that it wasNicoleselflessly giving him all those things, at a time when he should have remained focused on her.
Somehow, he managed to pull himself out of her mouth, flip her over, and pin her on her back before he came.
“What’s wrong?” She lay beneath him, large eyes opened wide, mouth swollen and wet.
“Not a damn thing, except I’m not inside you,” he said. At the same time, he rectified the situation, notching himself at her entrance and thrusting inside.
“Oh, Sam.” His name sounded like the deepest groan in the back of her throat, taking him impossibly higher.
“Look at me,” he said, managing to listen to the voice in his head directing something other than his cock.
She forced her heavy eyelids open.
He eased out of her, deliberately slow, wanting her to feel every last inch of him.
“Nic?”
He watched as she forced herself to focus. “Hmm?”
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” he said before thrusting back inside.
Chapter Thirteen
Sam walked intothe kitchen the next morning, shocked by the explosion of baking stuff all over the usually pristine counters: bowls, a mixer, pans, flour, and God knows what else spread across the granite. Sammy sat on a stool, her little body leaning over, listening intently to Nicole’s explanation.
“So now mix the dough until there are no more lumps. Let me get you started because the flour’s heavy like paste.” Nicole took over the task for a few seconds until she was satisfied Sammy could handle things. “Okay, here.” She handed the little girl the wooden spoon. “Take your time, okay?”
“’Kay.” Sammy began to stir in the contents of the bowl. She bit down on her lip, concentrating on her job, eager to please Nicole. “Is it ready?” she asked after about three or four stirs.
Grinning, Nicole looked down. “Nope. Still lumpy.” She dipped her finger into the mix and placed a dot on Sammy’s nose. “Keep going.”