He was huge and intense. It was the only way Nichole could describe Trey. He was also sculpted to please women with his large arms, hands, thighs, and… other things hidden from view. However, his take-charge attitude told her he wasn’t used to being told no. With a body like his, she didn’t think he heard the word too often.
He lifted her chin with his fingers once more and held her gaze. “I don’t do one-nighters. Ever. And I never lie, it’s a waste of my time and yours.”
“All this nice-guy act will stop as soon as you get me into bed, won’t it?” The spark in her eyes told him she was teasing.
Nipping at her nose, he said, “Of course. What kind of male do you think I am?”
His handsome, rugged face appeared in her line of sight, and her heart skipped a couple of beats. She cupped his cheek and smiled. “You have a very talented tongue.”
A laugh burst from him before he nipped at her chin. “You taste divine.”
“I’m taking no prisoners.” Cheyenne climbed on top of Storm and grabbed his cock. “I expect a long ass ride.”
“I make no promises.”
That wasn’t fair. Hadn’t he said he could make love for hours? Chey hovered over his cock, her breasts inches from his mouth. Like a lizard hunting a fly, Storm’s mouth opened and captured a breast. The first tug pinched, but the exquisite rush cascaded straight to her belly. She held his hard shaft as she lowered her body, impaling herself an inch.
His eyes turned to molten steel. See how he liked being tormented and teased. With precision, she lowered her hips until his cock stretched her wide. Opening her pelvis to take in more of him, she slid lower, but then stopped.
Storm switched his attention to the other breast and grabbed her hips. His groan almost made her relent and take him fully. But she had to stay strong. With focused willpower, she lifted up then leaned over and kissed him, seeking the flavors she’d come to love.
"He looked into her eyes, searching. She wasn’t scared. She didn’t know she should be. And he needed to keep it that way, no matter what his psyche was telling him about her. The timing couldn’t have been worse for her to come into his life."
“I’m okay.” He said the words with his mouth but not his heart. He was most definitely not okay. I won’t be truly okay till she’s mine.
“Your safety is my main concern.” My only concern. “We’re not going on that mountain tonight.”
Evie pursed her lips. “Fine. Then what would you like to do for the next few hours?”
Nicolas couldn't help but tease her. “Well, if sex is off the table, I guess we'll just have to do what everybody else does.”
“Oh, and what's that?” Was he imagining it, or had her voice turned distinctively husky?
He stepped closer to her, so close that her scent fully filled his lungs. Sweet and spicy and full of lust. Fuck. How was he supposed to act like a professional when she smelled so damn good?
“We'll try small talk over a couple of beers and pretend that we’re not thinking about sex.”
Thoughts tangled, Evie turned away from him and started up the first clump of boulders. Climbing slowly, she felt the heat of Nicolas’s body close behind her—only inches away. She was suddenly too hot.
Her foot slipped, and for half a second, her stomach flew into her throat. Strong arms caught her before she could slide more than a few inches.
“I got you,” he murmured, low voice close to her ear. The clean, earthy scent of him filled her lungs. His arms wrapped around her middle, grazing the bottom of her breasts. She held her breath and leaned against his hard chest.
God, it felt good to be in his arms again.
Before Nicolas could reply, Evie had scrambled up and over the big rock, moving quickly for someone still adjusting to the elevation. He groaned under his breath. One soft, simple touch, and he was hard as the fucking rocks they had to climb.
“I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped wondering how you were. Could never resist checking to make sure you were okay,” Nicolas said.
His expression was open, raw yet fierce. Evie couldn't let him go out on this limb alone, it wasn't fair.
“I've never been able to get you out of my head, either.”
“This is a bad idea,” Evie said.
The words came out breathless and didn’t seem to fool Nicolas for a second. “You’re scared. You want to run.”
Not a question, but the answer fell from her lips anyway. “Yes.”
Rough fingers slid along her jawline, and he tipped her chin up so she would meet his gaze. “It’s time to stop running.”
“God, you're beautiful. I thought—” Nicolas shook his head. “I thought nothing could be as beautiful as I remembered you to be. I was wrong.”
“You are my mate. Mine. And I will always fight for you.”
Tears glassed Evie’s eyes, and Nicolas reached for her again, unable to resist. She stepped back, hugging herself. “That isn’t exactly a proclamation of everlasting love, is it?”
Something inside his chest tightened. “I’d tell you I love you. I’d tell you I know in my bones that you are my other half. I’d tell you I can’t imagine living my life without you—because it wouldn’t be any life at all.” He paused, letting his words sink in. Hell, he hoped they were. “But you’re human, and you steer your life with your brains, not your instincts. I won’t tell you any of that until you’re ready to hear it.”