NICKY’S HANDS SHOOK as she looked down at the cuffs on her wrist. Jimmy loved her. Or was starting to love her. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. She wanted him to love her. She wanted that so much because…
Her mind stuttered with the thought, but she pursued it. She chased it down and grabbed hold of it with both hands. Perhaps he was exactly what she needed. Perhaps he was the man who would change everything for her. She could trust him to help balance her life. She could trust him to help her see everything more clearly. God knew she was doing a piss-poor job of it herself.
“Nicky?” he said, his voice tight with worry as he looked at her face. “You’re looking all terrified again.”
“Perhaps,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear, “perhaps I’m falling in love with you, too.”
His whole body reacted. His eyes were so intense, his gaze felt like a laser on her skin. His hands jerked forward, but he stopped them halfway to her face. He took a step closer, too, but he did it slowly. Then he gently caressed her cheek and mouth, the touch so exquisitely tender that it brought tears to her eyes.
“Nicky,” he said softly, but he didn’t continue. Then, before she could process his words, he abruptly reached down and flipped her over his shoulders.
“Jimmy!” she gasped. One moment she was standing there, the next she was over his shoulder with her head flopping down by his delectable rear end.
“There’s something that’s been bothering me,” he said as he started climbing his stairs.
“Yeah?” she said, though it was hard from this position. With his every step, she felt the powerful bunch and release of his muscles. Damn, he’d come a long way from his scrawny nerd stage.
“That first night you told me your fantasy. About nipples and…well, coming from just nipples.”
She flushed. “Um. Yeah, well…”
“Well, nothing. I didn’t do it right that night. I was drunk and all, and—”
She pushed up as best as she could. He had made it to the top of the landing and was heading down the hallway. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It sure as hell does,” he said. “Plus, it bothers me that we’ve never done it in a bed.”
She didn’t speak again because he was dropping her down on his bed. The noise she made was more of a gasp than a word. His shoulder remained in her belly, though, as he was using his body to hold her down. While she was pushing the hair out of her eyes, he was crawling down her legs and doing something with her feet.
Click.
“What—?”
He straightened. She looked down and was stunned to see that her ankles were handcuffed together. Where had he got another set of cuffs? She grimaced as she tried to move her legs apart, but there was no give. None at all.
“I know it’s tight,” he said, “but it’s the only way I’m going to keep on task and not cheat.”
She blinked at him, the reality a bit much to process. “You cuffed my legs together?”
He nodded, his grin growing almost sly. “And I’m going to tongue your nipples until you come.”
“But…” she gasped. Not that it didn’t sound good, but she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted real thrusting, grinding, squeezing him until he screamed. Not just…
He leaned forward to nip lightly at her lips. “You’re going to trust me, remember?” Then he pushed her onto her back.
She went without complaint, mostly because he was bigger than she was and with her legs cuffed tight together she didn’t have a lot of leverage to fight him. He made short work of her blouse, opening it and popping off her bra with sure movements. Good thing it had a front clasp. Then she felt it: his hands on her breasts. Wow, he was good. The lift, the stroke, then the thumbing caress over her nipples. Yes! God, yes!
“Jimmy, undo the cuffs. I want you inside me.”
“Nope,” he said as he leaned closer.
He tongued her nipple. He teased it, he nipped it, he sucked it in. She was gasping at the exquisite feel. The tension was building, her blood was simmering, but it wasn’t going to be enough. He was nuzzling beneath her breast, licking while she struggled not to moan. It was great. It was beyond great. But she was never going to finish this way.
“Pistachio,” she gasped. “Undo me so we can do this right.”
“This is right,” he said against her breast. Then he flipped to the other side. “And this is left.” He nipped at the tip and she bucked beneath him.
“Really, Jimmy. Pistachio!”
“Trust me, sweetie. You agreed to trust me completely.” Then he returned to her nipples. One hand on the left, his mouth on the right. Twisting, stroking, sucking. It was all fabulous, but it wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t him between her legs. It wasn’t…
He lifted his head and his eyes caught hers. His expression was serious, his face gentle despite the intensity of his gaze.
“I’m not falling,” he said as he squeezed her nipples. “I’ve fallen.”
She frowned. Her mind couldn’t keep up with the sensations he evoked. She was panting and her breasts felt so sensitive. “What?” she gasped.
“I have fallen in love with you. I love you.”
She stared at him, her breath suspended. He loved her. She could see it in every line of his body. He hadn’t stopped what he was doing, but his eyes were what consumed her. Dark. Mesmerizing. And so filled with love that she fell right then and there.
“I love you, too,” she whispered. Then the wave hit. One long, orgasmic roll of ecstasy. Her body arched into it, her breath hitched on a gasp, but she never broke eye contact with him. She loved him. And he loved her. They could work out all the rest later.
Five minutes—hours—aeons later, the contractions eased, the bliss faded, but the love remained. She was still handcuffed, but she was able to lift both hands to his face and stroke him. God, she loved touching him.
“Jimmy,” she murmured as her mind began to return.
“Yes?”
“That was the perfect orgasm.”