I hope you are all having an amazing week! One of my resolutions for the 2015 is to write. I know that may sound silly because I already write, but sometimes I just want to write short snippets/scenes that might not necessarily make their way into my books. So since I miss writing about Nicholas and Rebecca here’s a new one for you. I hope you miss them as much as I do. ❤
It’s happening again. I’m falling in love with him again. Every day I wake up and it’s this endless cycle of falling in love with Nicholas StoneHaven. Sometimes it’s as simple as taking pleasure in watching him eat and the way he insists on pouring only a carefully measured splash of milk on his cereal, while I seem to drown mine. Or the way his eyebrows seem to furrow every time I run from the bed to the bathroom covering myself from his wandering gaze as I make my way to the shower.
This morning, it’s the way he’s touching me. The way his fingers seem to know just how much I need them on me.
“I love this,” he says, grabbing a handful of my ass as he pulls me down toward his pelvis. “I love the way it feels when I’m fucking you.
I laugh. “You mean the way my ass jiggles?”
Nicholas’s hand runs over my bottom in circular motions, as if warming my skin. Getting it ready for the sting that’s sure to follow the swing of his palm against it. Spank me. I dare you, baby. He’s only halfway dressed for work and he’s already half and hour late.
“Nick, you’re late. You need to finish getting dressed.”
“I need to fuck you,” he moans. “I need to forget about the train wreck that I’m walking into today.
I inwardly sigh at the rain cloud that seems to be hanging over our lives.
“Your father will get over it. Everything will be fine,” I reassure him.
Nicholas’s hand moves from my bottom over to the front of my panties, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. It only takes a second for him to find the perfect spot. I arch as he moves his fingers inside me. The pressure makes my breath ragged and it sends my head spinning.
“It will, but only because I’ll be coming home to you at the end of the day,” he murmurs against my skin. “Open up, I just want one taste.”
His soft growl only adds to the wetness that grows between my legs as his lips kiss my inner thigh. The desire that burns in his eyes send my stomach free falling. I can’t get over the sensation. It never ceases to amaze me the way one touch from Nicholas sends my body a blaze. His lips travel up leaving a trail of heated kisses from my thigh, all the way to the center of my breast, and then to the base of my neck. I gasp at the growing hardness of his cock against my thigh as he works he rises up on his forearms. The throbbing feeling of it pushing against me is a tantalizing promise of the best kind of workout.
“I can’t wait until your mine,” he groans.
I bite back a gasp as his hands pull my underwear off and the dizzying torture of his lips stop.
“I am yours,” I say, breathless.
“Not on paper.”
He positions his cock at my opening, pulling and crossing my arms above me. His grip tightens as I buck my hips against him. He loves it when I fight him.
“You make me sound like a car,” I gasp.
“I gotta have the pinks, baby,” he chuckles, before thrusting inside me. “God, I fucking love you.”
My heart squeezes. I fucking love him too.