Page 16 of Home to Me (The Andrades 2)
In that moment there was no right, no wrong—there was only Nick’s touch and how it ignited desire in her. She pressed herself closer to him, needing to feel more of him against her.
Her hands sought his belt. She unclasped it and roughly whipped it off. He made a sound of approval deep in his chest and she continued to boldly, feverishly undress him. She didn’t want anything between them. She’d waited too long for this. She didn’t want to wait a second longer.
Once freed, his large shaft nudged against her hand and she grasped it eagerly. The size of it had her instantly quivering and wet. She wanted him, all of him, inside her. He groaned again as she stroked him, loving the length and width of him.
Straightening slightly, Nick laid his hands over hers. “Slow down. I want you to come first.”
He lifted her and carried her to the counter, pushing aside what was there, sending a cake display crashing to the floor on the other side. “I’ll replace that, too,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of her stomach as he set her on the counter and sat on the stool before it. Rena balanced herself with her hands on the lip of the counter as Nick spread her legs wider. He ran the tip of his finger between her folds. “You’re so wet for me.” He slid one finger into her and rolled it.
Rena cried out in pleasure. “Oh, yes, that’s it. Let yourself go, Rena. Let yourself enjoy this.”
Rena leaned forward and kissed him with all the boldness he’d kissed her with earlier. She circled his tongue with hers, invaded his mouth with a hot abandon, like no kiss she’d given before. She sucked at his tongue, pulling him into her mouth, welcoming him, opening wider for him.
He caressed her breasts with one hand, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers while his other hand pumped in and out of her with growing speed. Rena was writhing against him when he broke off their kiss and trailed his mouth down her stomach to her wet center. He parted her lower lips and blew on her exposed clit.
Rena’s hands clung to the counter.
He circled her nub with his tongue, flicking it with ever-increasing speed, until Rena couldn’t think about anything except how much she wanted that tongue inside her. When he thrust it inside, she jutted against his mouth, calling out as wave after wave of release washed over her.
And still he didn’t stop. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her clit as he worshipped her inside and out with his tongue. He brought her from sated to crazy with need before he paused.
He stepped back and Rena felt that loss so intensely she called out to him, begging him not to stop. He was back a painfully long moment later. This time he stood between her legs, his hands finding her hips. He’d sheathed himself in a condom.
Her lips sought his even as his tip teased her swollen folds. With one powerful move, he lifted her, thrust himself inside, and claimed her mouth fully with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and loved the ease with which he lifted her, adjusting her so he could drive himself deeper.
He went slowly at first, allowing her time to accept him fully. Then he withdrew, and drove himself inside her again. There was a wildness about their mating, and Rena gave herself to it completely. She met him thrust for thrust. She reveled in the feel of his tongue deep inside her mouth, dancing with hers in primal ownership.
He took her spiraling toward another orgasm and pounded into her as she came for a second time. Only then did he give himself his own release.
The only sound in the shop as they both came back to earth was their heavy breathing and the hum of traffic outside. He lowered her back onto the counter but didn’t pull himself out. Instead, he kissed her lips gently, then held her there, still intimately entwined, and buried his face in her hair. “That was better than I’ve ever imagined—and I’ve spent a good deal of time imagining it.”
Rena playfully tightened her inner muscles around him. “Me too.”
His hands clenched on her thighs. “Why did we wait so long?”
Rena gasped when she felt him begin to stir and harden within her. “Because we both knew it was a bad idea.”
He moved his hips, growing harder and larger as he spoke. “It doesn’t feel so bad.” He turned to the side and, having withdrawn, removed his condom and let it drop to the floor. The sound of him tearing open another foil package echoed through the otherwise silent shop. He pushed himself inside her again and leisurely stroked her from inside. “In fact, it feels so good I’m not done yet.”
Running her hands over his chest and down his flat stomach, Rena tightened herself around him again—this time clenching and releasing with rhythm. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Nick.”
A pleased smile curled Nick’s lips. “Me either.”
He leaned over and scooped some of the fruit off a tart the owners had left for them. With a wicked grin, he smeared it on one of her breasts, then slowly licked it off, all the while gently thrusting his cock in and out of her with a slow and steady rhythm. “I’d hate for these to go to waste.”
Rena buried her hands in his hair and threw her head back as excitement rocked through her. “Shut up and fuck me, Nick.”
She felt him chuckle against her breast. “My pleasure.”
No, Rena thought as his pace began to increase within her.
Mine.
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“Did you bring a laptop to take notes, or would you like me to type up what we discussed today and email it to you?” Rena asked as she shimmied back into her dress. She then hunted for her shoes, struggling not to meet Nick’s eyes. “It won’t take much to get you up to speed on the project, but I think you should know how we’ve handled the unexpected in the past.”
He smiled as he pulled on his slacks. “There will be time to talk about work later. Right now, all I want to do is teleport you back to my place so we can take a nap, then wake up and do this all over again.”
Rena blushed and balanced on one leg as she slid a shoe on. “I can’t go to your place, Nick.”
“I don’t mind your —”
She raised a hand. “And you can’t come to mine. No one can see us together.”
Surprised and more than a little offended, Nick said, “So I should cancel my order for the ‘I fucked Rena’ banner?”
That finally got her to look at him. She put her hands on her hips. “Joke all you want, Nick, but I’m serious.”
Still bare-chested, Nick closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. He waited until she once again raised her eyes to his. “Are you worried about Gio? I’ll talk to him.”
“Don’t. Please don’t.” Rena laid both her hands on his chest, and that alone was enough to send Nick’s pulse racing. “This was great, but we both know it can’t happen again.”
“We do?” Nick frowned. He hadn’t thought past how he’d intended to have her, but he didn’t like the idea that what they’d shared was all he’d have of her.
She gave him a small smile. “Obviously we’re attracted to each other. We’re young, single, and human. Something like this was bound to happen eventually. But now we can put it behind us and go back to being friends.”
“We’ve never been friends, Rena.”
She inhaled quickly and smacked his chest. “That’s an awful thing to say.”
“You’d rather I lie?” She pulled back in his arms, but he held her there. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he knew it didn’t involve letting her go.
“Well, you might not care about me, but I have always cared about you . . .”
“I didn’t say I didn’t care about you.”
“You just said—”
“That we’ve never been friends. I see that changing. I like being with you, Rena. I don’t care what my brother thinks.”
“You make it sound so simple, Nick, but it isn’t. You know it’s not.” Rena raised a hand and caressed Nick’s cheek. “You and Gio are finally getting along. I won’t be the reason that changes. We can’t repeat what we did today, and no one can ever know about it.”
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sp; Nick frowned. “Let me get this straight. You fucked me because you care about me, and you’re not going to fuck me again because you care about me.”
She looked down at his chest and said weakly, “Yes, but I wouldn’t put it as crudely.”
“I have a different proposal.”
“Proposal?” she looked up at him with rounded eyes.
“I say we do whatever the hell we want, and anyone who doesn’t like it will have to simply get over it.”
Rena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “That’s not going to work for me.”
He ran a hand under her chin and tipped her head back. She opened her eyes warily. “What are you really worried about, Rena?” A sudden thought occurred to him. “My family or yours?”
“My family—”
“Has no right to tell us what we can or can’t do.”
“You can say that, Nick, but they would never allow me to hang out with you.”
