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“No,” he rasped. “It's beautiful.”

Delia smiled, dropped her gaze, and instead unhooked her skirt, and let it slide down her legs. She wore sheer black thigh-high stockings, the kind that stayed in place by themselves. Above them, she wore more black silk, and damned little of it. Just a tiny thong with a triangle of fabric. The sort of underwear a woman wore when she had plans. And she'd shaved, too, Nick noticed. Shaved real close, to reveal lots of soft, creamy skin. He wondered just how much of that creamy skin would be visible beneath her tiny triangle. Nick lifted one brow.

Delia leaned forward until her nipples touched his chest. “Do you like it?” she whispered, pressing her lips to his left ear.

Nick swallowed hard. “Oh, baby, is the Pope Catholic?”

She opened her mouth against his throat and sucked a little of his flesh between her teeth. “I'm glad you approve,” she said, nibbling at him. “I paid a fortune for it in Paris.”

“Why?” Nick choked out the word.

Delia pulled back, her expression suddenly shy. “I missed you,” she confessed. “And, well, I was kind of hoping I might get lucky.”

“Then you can stop hoping,” he said, reaching down to cup her mound. She was hot, already radiating dampness. He eased one finger beneath the silk and stroked her pubic hair, or what was left of it. “What's this about, darlin'?” he asked softly.

Delia blushed. “I wanted to…to do something daring,” she confessed. “I'm tired of my boring old life. I want pleasure. Satisfaction. I want
you,
Nick.”

“Well, that's good to know, Doc,” he whispered, sliding his finger back and forth through her swollen lips, easing just a little deeper with each stroke until he lightly brushed her clitoris. Delia moaned and melted against his hand. He stroked her again, feeling the creamy heat flowing around her sex. Delia's breath came faster. With two fingers he gently parted her, then slipped his fingers inside. Her silky sheath clutched at him, inviting him deeper. Nick felt his groin tighten, and his stomach bottom out.

“Nick?” Her voice was unsteady.

“God, Delia, you are so hot,” he whispered. “So beautiful. I want to lick you. And make love to you. And then I want you to walk all over me in those wicked black shoes.”

She laughed weakly. Nick released her, swiftly stripping down to his jeans. Impatiently he kicked the pillows away from his makeshift bed and pulled Delia down on top of him. Her eyes soft and eager in the firelight, she shifted a little and reached greedily for his fly.

Nick watched her slender hand free the snap and ease down his zipper. She set her hand flat against his belly, skimmed her fingers underneath the elastic of his briefs, and Nick's skin shivered with want. Gently he pushed her hand away. “Not yet, darlin',” he whispered. “Let's go slow.”

He rolled onto his side, his back against the couch, and dragged her against him until his erection nested snugly between the plump swell of her bottom. Delia eased her hips wickedly up and down. Nick tightened his arm around her waist and groaned. “Oh, you are going to pay for that.”

Delia couldn't resist doing it again. The feel of Nick's hardness made her think naughty thoughts.

“Whoa, sugar,” Nick warned, his voice unsteady. “We'd better move.” He sat up and pulled her into the vee of his legs.

“Nick, you're so hard,” she whispered. “You felt so wicked against my bottom.” Delia let her head fall back against his shoulder.

“Yeah, and it's a loaded gun, shoved up against your cheeks like that.” Nick's free hand came around, his finger easing beneath the edge of her bra.

He slid his slightly rough finger back and forth across her pouting, sensitive nipple. “God,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, God, Nick.”

Nick nibbled gently at her ear. “Watch us,” he whispered, his voice thick. “Look how beautiful you are, Delia.”

Confused, she lifted her head from his shoulder. In the polished brass fender that surrounded the hearth, she could see her reflection, or part of it. She was sprawled wantonly, her legs apart, one knee pulled up. Her thong and her black stockings looked erotic, and her black high heel contrasted sharply against the faded denim that covered Nick's calf. She watched their reflection as his right hand stroked up her inner thigh. Watched Nick ease the silk thong to one side, revealing her neatly shaved flesh, wet and swollen with need.

He rubbed between her lips again, as his other hand stroked and pinched at her left nipple. “Good Lord, Delia,” he rasped. “What you can do with a Lady Shick is pure art.”

Delia laughed, a little embarrassed.

“Don't laugh,” he said, picking up her right hand and pressing her fingers to her damp flesh. “You are beautiful beyond words, Delia. Here, feel how pretty you are. Let me watch. Let me touch your nipples and watch you make yourself come.”

Delia did as he asked, sliding her middle two fingers through her lips. It felt good. Bad. Embarrassing. “I can't,” she whispered. “I can't. You do it, Nick. Make love to me.”

Nick bent his head to the turn of her neck and kissed her, cupping both her breasts in his big, warm hands. “You
can
do it, baby,” he whispered. “You're hot and you're beautiful.”

Delia let her head fall back against his chest. She was wet. So wet. She touched herself again, and shuddered. She wanted it. Wanted it, and yet was so self-conscious. “My bag,” she choked. “I have a vibrator in my bag.”

Nick chuckled softly. “Well, aren't you just full of surprises tonight.”

Delia gave a bark of laughter. “God, I
had
to do something. I was going insane.”

“I'll take care of you now, honey,” he whispered, pinching her right nipple so hard it hurt. So hard it felt
good
. “And I'll bet we put that vibrator to good use eventually. But right now I'd rather watch just you. Open your legs wide, baby. Touch yourself, and let me watch you orgasm. Then I'll give you what you really want.”

He had pulled her firmly back against his chest, making her small breasts thrust out. “You promise?” Her voice was thready. Not hers.

His lips seared her neck again. “Oh, I promise.”

Delia was so hot she thought she might explode. She thought of her last three nights in Paris, alone with her vibrator, missing Nick. She'd been horny then. Now she was wild with it. So she did as he instructed, rubbing herself with her fingers, massaging her flesh. And watching herself. Watching Nick nuzzle against her throat, then lift his smoldering eyes to watch her as she stroked herself. As his gaze grew hotter, he pulled and rubbed her nipples until they throbbed and tingled.

Her breasts were spilling from her cups now, the areolas dusky in the firelight. And then, as if he couldn't resist, Nick slid one hand around her thigh. The other hand followed suit on the opposite thigh. His fingers were dark against the milky whiteness of her thighs as he held her open wide. Together they watched as Delia rubbed and circled, her edge sliding nearer.

She felt so decadent. So naughty. She was
watching
herself. Good Lord, it was the wickedest thing she'd ever done. And it felt good. She listened to the sound of her own wetness. To the sharp ratcheting of her breath. Felt her body stiffen. And then her head went back against Nick's chest, and she came undone. Wave after wave shook her, rocked her. The orgasm was so powerful she went rigid in Nick's embrace, let it flow through her body, then fell to pieces afterward, limp and sobbing.

And then he was there, hugging her. Crooning to her. Telling her how beautiful she was. How much he loved her.
How much he loved her.

He didn't mean that, she thought. Did he? But she didn't have time to think. Nick rolled her facedown on the pile of pillows, and ripped down his zipper.

“Nick?” she asked uncertainly.

“I need to be in you, baby,” he said, almost apologetically.
“Now.
And I need to watch your luscious ass while I give it to you. God, it's so pretty. So full and sweet.”

Pushing up with her hands, Delia lifted her breasts off the pillows, but Nick was shoving her legs wide. With one strong arm, he encircled her waist, lifting her bottom against his rock-hard erection. Delia steadied herself on her knees, and Nick pushed himself into her dripping flesh, and thrust.

“Oh,
God!”
he cried, ramming himself deep. “Oh, God, Delia. You don't know. Oh, baby, you just do not know how good this is.”

His hands on her hip bones, he steadied her for his thrusts, his thighs slapping hard against her buttocks. Eight strokes. Twelve.
Maybe.
His incredible erection pulled at her sensitive sheath, which was already open and wet. She couldn't see, really. Could only feel. It was a wild, incredible position. Facedown on her knees, she felt totally submissive. Totally at his mercy. And then Nick slid one hand around her thigh, and touched her intimately. With his every stroke, he held her, touched her, pressing and rubbing his thumb, rough and desperate, against her swollen clit.

“Oh!” she cried sharply. “Not…not…”

But it was.

Delia felt the crest of her orgasm, weaker but sweet, and rode it, pulsing and throbbing as she collapsed fully onto the pillows. Nick exploded on a guttural shout and rammed himself home, pumping her full of his warm seed. With a shuddering sigh, he fell on top of her, his damp chest hair rough against her back, his weight pressing her into the pillows.

For a long time there was no sound in the room save the crackling of the fire.

“Delia,” he finally said, his drawl even slower than usual. “Delia, darlin', I have to ask you something real important.”

Delia tried to lift up, but it was impossible. “The answer is
yes
, Nick,” she answered weakly. “Whatever you want, yes, I'll do it. You can even spank me now. I surrender already.”

Nick rested his forehead between her shoulder blades. “Be serious, baby,” he said. “Listen, now, before I lose my nerve. And do
not
laugh.”

He sounded deadly serious. “Absolutely, Nick. I'm listening.”

“Delia,” he said. “Will you marry me?”

“Will I…will I
what?”

She felt Nick stiffen. “You heard me, Delia,” he said gruffly. “Will you marry me? And don't think, damn it, just answer the ques—”

The sharp, twiddling sound of a cell phone cut him off.

“Shit,” said Nick, dropping his head again.

The phone twiddled a second time, from somewhere on the sofa.

Delia bit her lip. “Nick, maybe you'd better answer it?”

“No,”
he growled. “Make that
hell, no.”

The ringing was getting louder. “Honey,” she said softly, “what if it's work?”

“Shit.”
There was resignation in his voice.

“Go on, Nick,” she said gently. “I'm not going anywhere. I can't even move.”

Nick thrashed about on the sofa, snatching the phone in mid-twiddle.
“Woodruff,”
he barked, slapping it to his ear. “And somebody better fuckin' be dead.”

“Nick—!”
she hissed.

A long silence ensued. “Yes, sir,” Nick finally said. “Sorry, Dad.”

He withdrew from her body, rolled his weight halfway off her, then propped up on one elbow. “No, no, she's fine, Daddy,” he said. “Real fine. Home safe and sound. Yes, sir, I'm sorry. I did forget to call.”

What on earth?
Delia tried to turn around and look at Nick.

“No, Dad,
not
tomorrow.” Nick's voice had taken on a frantic edge. “The airport is closed. No, the roads are slick, too. Yeah,
ice.”
Another pause. “Aw, come on, Dad, you're from South Georgia, for God's sake. She isn't going anywhere. Not at the moment, anyway.”

Burning with curiosity now, Delia shoved Nick completely off and sat up, still clad in nothing but her high heels, her stockings, and her black silk underwear.

Nick wouldn't look her in the eye. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I will, I swear.”

Delia strained her ears, trying to catch the frenzied chatter emanating from the cell phone. Nick rolled onto one side. “Yes, I promise. I'll find out.” Then, “Hey, Dad? I'm kinda busy right now. Can I call you back tomorrow? Okay. Okay. Yep, love you, too.”

He tossed the phone back onto the couch with a soft curse and stared into the depths of the fireplace. The shifting light softened his handsome profile, and Delia felt a knot form in her throat. Oh, she loved him. She really, really did. She sat up on her knees and took Nick gently by the shoulders.

“May I ask,” she said quietly, “just what that conversation was all about?”

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