Nick had dreamed about this moment so many times over the years—Daisy in his arms, clinging to his neck like he was the very air she breathed, her body pressed tightly against his, rubbing against him in a desperate attempt to quench her growing desires… Her big blue eyes were filled with a hunger that would have knocked him on his ass if he wasn’t so focused on getting her safely to his bed.
He laid her on the mattress, and with her arms refusing to let go, he went down with her, bringing his erection flush against her center. She tilted her head, capturing his lips with hers. She tasted like mint and sweetness, an irresistible combination he couldn’t get enough of. Her skin smelled like his soap, awakening an animalistic urge inside him that wanted to growl mine.
Her tongue slid against his, her hands thrusting into his hair and pulling him even closer. “I need you,” she said against his mouth, and damn if those words weren’t like liquid ecstasy to his ears. There’d been a time when he never thought he’d hear those words again uttered from her pretty lips, filled with such longing and desperation.
He closed his eyes and rested his head against hers. “Say it again.”
She arched into him, triggering a hot rush of carnal desire. “I need you.”
“Again,” he demanded.
“I need you.”
In one fell swoop, he devoured her mouth with deep sweeping strokes of his tongue. She moaned, curving into him further—a move that made his mind go blank. Nothing around him existed, only Daisy hot and ready beneath him. Pressure built low in his stomach, her words on constant repeat in his mind.
I need you.
Three simple words that broke through all the bullshit and went right to his heart, filling the black hole she had left so long ago. It spread like wildfire, lapping at all the singed edges and turning them into a raging inferno that burned only for her.
Always for her.
He pulled back, running a finger down the soft curve of her face. God, she was beautiful. Blonde curls spread around her on his pillow like a golden crown. Her teeth slid over her beautiful swollen lips as she stared back at him—a sight that would forever be seared into his mind.
He trailed a fiery path of kisses down her neck, his hands fishing for the bottom of her shirt. He hooked his finger at the hem and dragged it up and over her head, revealing black lace that took his breath away. He tossed the shirt to the floor and dipped his head, dragging his tongue along the perfect mound.
She slipped a strap off her arm, and he helped her pull it down, revealing a taut pink nipple that was as pretty as he remembered. He sucked the tightened bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the beaded flesh. A sexy purr reverberated in her throat as her hands slammed into the mattress and fisted the sheets beneath them.
He moved to the other side, trailing his tongue along the black lace before pulling it away and taking what he desired most between his teeth. This time Daisy let out a sexy squeak that quickly turned into a moan as he worked his tongue around the pebbled tip.
She reached for him, her fingers fumbling over the button of his jeans. “I’ve waited six years to feel you again. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
The plea in her tone turned his insides to liquid. He stood up pushing his pants to the floor and kicking them aside.
Daisy held her hands out to him, a longing in her eyes as if she couldn’t stand another second without being in his arms. He didn’t make her wait, going right back to her, capturing her lips and dipping his tongue into the damp heat of her mouth.
“Please,” she begged, and while his restraint was waning he wanted to make her wait, to know what it was like to need someone so bad you would beg and plead for it. But as she arched into him, her pert breasts his for the taking, he couldn’t deny her any longer.
He slipped her jeans off one leg at a time, tossing them with the other clothes on the floor. He looked down at her, all soft lines and sexy curves. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Impatient as ever, she slipped off her lace panties, the single move sucking all the oxygen from his lungs. He stared at her in awe, thanking the powers that be for bringing her back to him.
He used his knee to push her thighs wide and slipped between them, bringing their bodies flush together. She looked up at him, wide-eyed innocence that practically made him laugh. The way she messed with his heart, she was far from innocent.
Her hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him down until their lips met. She kissed him like she was on her last breath and he was her only source of oxygen. He let her take as much as she wanted and met her with the same intensity.
She moaned against his mouth, and he slipped his hand between her legs, dragging a finger through her wet folds.
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
He pressed a single digit in her tight heat, and she broke the kiss, pressing against his palm and letting out a desperate plea for more.
The desire to make her wait vanished as she grinded against his hand. “So good,” she cried out. Her hand slipped between them, and she gripped his length. His heart battered his chest in violent beats, matching his uneven breathing.
“I need you inside me,” she said, and the wall of restraint tumbled down around him.
He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, and she took it from his hold. She ripped the wrapper and rolled the condom into place. A shudder wracked his body as the intense need for a release grew.
She leaned back, smiling up at him, waiting. He positioned himself against her center, and with one unrestrained thrust they both cried out. His fingers linked through hers above her head as their bodies synced, finding a familiar rhythm.
Daisy flexed her legs around him, taking him deeper. She rolled her hips, and tiny white lights exploded behind his eyes. He slowed his pace, not wanting to race to the finish line but enjoy the ride.
He bent down, capturing her lips in a slow, searing kiss. His heart squeezed, pumping blood into the black crevices and breathing life back into the places that lived solely for Daisy.
Her grip on his hand tightened, and he felt her slick walls tighten around him. A string of moans fell from her lips, her knuckles whitened, her breathing came in hard desperate breaths, and he thrust into her once more, watching her tumble over the edge.
The tight feel of her release, the way her lips parted was too much. He pumped into her, the pressure built, his body bucked with the intensity of his release until he was reduced to a puddle of satisfaction.
Daisy reached up, her slim finger tracing the hard curve of his jaw. “Let’s do it again,” she said.
“I’m going to need five minutes. Maybe a nap,” he said.
Her laugh was the sweetest sound in the world. Her arms slid around his neck and she blinked up at him. “I’m okay with sleeping.”
He disposed of the condom and climbed back into bed, tucking her against his body. He brushed her curls aside and kissed her neck.
“That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“There you go again, putting me on that pedestal.”
“Where else should I put you?” he asked.
She turned in his arms, her eyes droopy with sleep. “How about on even playing field?”
Daisy, a bright, beautiful ray of light, had always been out of his league, but for some reason she picked him and not just once, but twice now. She was too precious for him not to treat her like a gift.
He kissed her forehead, and she cuddled against his chest. His eyes were heavy, but he fought sleep. He’d dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here he wasn’t going to miss a single second.