Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) (17 page)

The orgasm shot
through him like scorching lightning, his body shuddering, ecstasy smothering
him, his cum shooting deep within her. Filling her, he gave her all he had,
both physically and emotionally.

Moments later, when
he could think again, he remembered he should’ve withdrawn, but he couldn’t.
Something within him wouldn’t allow it.

No going back. She
was his now.

Hell, maybe she
always had been from the moment he met her.

* * * *

Hours later, Emily
made coffee and tea, and even started baking blueberry scones, anything to keep
herself busy. The cops would need refreshments or breakfast—that was her
excuse. She couldn’t remember how many questions she’d answered for the police,
some of them multiple times. Some of them mortifying, given what the intruder
had forced Nick to do with the marble phallus.

Remembering the
intense arousal that had taken hold of her when Nick had used that thing on
her, she couldn’t be sure if it had been magic, or simply her powerful
attraction to Nick.

And maybe she had an
exhibitionism fetish.

No, that couldn’t
have been it. She simply hadn’t cared whether the pervert had watched or not.
Most of all, she’d wanted Nick, and she’d finally had him. Remembering the
fullness of his amazing cock inside her, stroking, sliding deep, she grew achy
and wet. And the fiercely passionate look in his eyes while he’d made love to
her. She wanted him again. Now.

The way he’d held her
tight and thrust into her over and over, hard and fast. Nothing had ever felt
better. And the way he’d fed her kisses—his taste drove her wild. Then he’d
breathed words of praise against her ear, along with her name, sweet
endearments and a few ear-scorching curses. He must have been as overwhelmed as
she was. At least she hoped he’d enjoyed it like she had.

She hadn’t a clue
what would happen next with him. Would he say goodbye and head to Atlanta
without a backward glance? Or had his life changed as profoundly as hers had?
She could only hope it was the latter. Anytime he looked at her during the last
couple of hours, her heart nearly bolted from her chest. She was falling in
love with him…and terrified she was the only one feeling this way.

She shook her head
and observed the cops in the living room, discussing the case or searching for
evidence. Nick stood on the veranda talking to another one.

The intruder—not George
at all, but Geoffrey Morris, an archeology professor—had woken up at the
hospital with a concussion, Nick had told her. Once the police questioned his
wife, they’d learned Jared had had an affair with the woman and that Morris had
threatened Jared in front of her. They’d checked Jared’s phone records and
found several calls from Morris.

Apparently, they had
some shady dealings with ancient artifacts. The marble phallus had been stolen
and switched hands several times. Homicide had reopened Jared’s case. She hoped
they’d get a conviction because even though Jared was an ass, he didn’t deserve
to be killed.

Tia wove her way
through the police officers in the living room and hurried into the kitchen.
“Oh my god, Emily! What happened?”

“Want some coffee?”

“Yes, thanks.”

Emily poured it.
“Where should I start?”

“The beginning.”

“The murderer broke another
window and came in. Then he held Nick and me at gunpoint.”

“I thought Nick had a
gun or two.”

“Yes, he does, but
he’d forgotten them in the other room.” Should she tell Tia now
why
he’d
forgotten the guns? She should probably just concentrate on the dangerous
situation first. “Turns out Jared had buried a valuable artifact in my garden without
me realizing it until a couple nights ago. And that was what the killer
wanted.”

Emily relayed most of
what had happened, even some of the sexual details. Tia would find out soon
enough, anyway, if the story reached the papers…which it most likely would
since a murder had been committed. Everyone would want the sordid details.

At the end of Emily’s
story, Tia’s mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. “So you and Nick
are…having a fling?” she whispered, then smiled. “Or is it more?”

Before Emily could
answer that difficult question, Nick strode into the room, Pierce following.

“You okay?” Nick
asked, his concerned, smoky gaze examining Emily.

“Yes, fine.”
Excitement and heat rushed over her. She couldn’t be annoyed that he’d asked
her that ten times already, since it meant he cared. At least she hoped it did.
He was scrumptious, even though he looked tired from lack of sleep. She wanted
to drag him into a closet and lick him all over.

Nick winked at her,
gave her a secret smile then glanced at the other two. “Tia, this is Pierce, my
partner.”

“Nice to meet you,
detective.” Tia’s grin was wide. Obviously, she was having a lust-at-first-sight
moment. Instead of shaking her outstretched hand, Pierce kissed the back. Tia
almost swooned.

Wouldn’t they make a
cute couple? Emily smiled at Nick. He came toward her, crowded her against the
counter and kissed her, shielding her from everyone’s view with his tall body
and broad shoulders. She slid her arms around his neck, licked at his lips and
ground her hard nipples against his chest, trying to tell him wordlessly that
she wanted him again, now.

“Mmm, you just wait,”
he whispered.

“I can’t,” she
breathed, then accepted the hot tongue kiss he gave her.

Pierce cleared his
throat. “Nick?”

Releasing her, he
turned to face his friend. “Yeah.”

“I have to get
going.”

“So soon?” Tia asked.

“Yeah, I’d like to
stay, but I’ve got a case that’s busting my ass.”

“That’s too bad.” Tia
sounded petulant.

Emily peered around
Nick’s shoulder to see what was going on between those two. Naturally, her
friend would be attracted to Pierce with his dark hair and vivid blue eyes.

“Well, here’s my
card.” Tia handed him a business card. She loved giving those things out and
had them scattered all over town.

Pierce eyed it. “I
doubt I’ll need a wedding coordinator anytime soon,” he said dryly.

Tia lifted a brow,
her gaze trailing over his sleek muscular body. “I don’t just coordinate
weddings, you know.”

Nick snorted, then
whispered in Emily’s ear. “She’s exactly what he needs.”

* * * *

Hot water ran in
rivulets down Emily’s sore, sensitive body. Nick had told her to wait for him
in the shower while he said a few parting words to Pierce. She wished he’d
hurry already.

The police had
finally left. And though she was tired from having gotten no sleep, she felt
wired and a little scared. What if Nick left tonight? Or tomorrow?

What if he went back
to Atlanta and she only saw him a couple of times a year? Her heart ached. She
was stupid to have fallen in love with him.

She turned at the
sound of the shower door opening. Nick stepped in, naked and gorgeous.

Grasping her waist in
his strong hands he pulled her close and kissed her. “Mmm.” The long, slow,
exploring kiss left her aching for more. Grinning, he pulled back and held his
head beneath the shower spray. While he shampooed his hair, she soaped up his
sculpted body with her pomegranate shower gel, thinking how fun it was to make
him smell feminine. She could tease him about it later.

After rinsing his
hair, he dragged her close and rubbed his soapy, slick chest against her
breasts, covering her in suds.

He kissed her nose.
“I didn’t want our first time to be like that.”

She relished stroking
herself along his hard body. His protectiveness and strength awed her. “Well,
it wasn’t what I’d imagined, but I loved it. I couldn’t believe how strong the
sensations were.”

“That damned stone
dildo,” he muttered. “Do you think it has supernatural powers?”

She shrugged, glad
the police had taken the strange object. She hoped they found the rightful
owner. She certainly didn’t want it in her house anymore.

“Maybe. But I wanted
you with that intensity all along,” she said. “When you were using the marble
phallus, I didn’t care who was watching. What you were doing felt so good, I
couldn’t have stopped you no matter what. I was totally focused on you. And
then after those two orgasms, when we went to the other room, the arousal
wouldn’t stop. It kept getting stronger. I think I would’ve died if I couldn’t
have you. So thank you.”

“Hell, I should be
thanking you. I haven’t had an orgasm that mind-blowing…ever.”

Their bodies now
rinsed and suds free, she ran her fingers along his slick erection, more than
ready to have him inside her again. “So, how did you want our first time to
be?”

“Mmm,” he growled and
pinned her to the wall for a deep and voracious kiss, then grazed his teeth
over her neck. “I don’t know. I want you in all the ways I’ve imagined. Every
position.” He kissed down her chest, drew her nipple into his mouth, then
trailed his tongue down her body and flicked it into her belly button.

Shocks of pleasure
zapped through her body. “Nick?”

He hummed a moan
against her sex lips, vibrating her sensitive flesh and drew her leg up over
his shoulder, exposing her.

She gasped at the
searing flood of arousal.

“I’m ready for a
snack.” He parted her pussy lips and flickered his tongue over her clit.

Almost losing her
balance, she moaned and tried to hold on to the wall and his shoulder.

He slid his tongue
deep inside her, then sucked at her clit.

“Oh, Nick.”

“Yeah. That’s good
pussy.” His tongue tormented her again, darting here and there so fast she
couldn’t think.

The orgasm crashed
into her and she screamed, drowning in breathless pleasure and sliding down the
wall. Before she’d come to her senses, Nick lifted her, turned off the water
and carried her from the room. Next thing she knew, he laid her on the bed and
stroked a soft fluffy towel over her, but she was far from dry when she heard
plastic rip.

He rolled a condom
onto his long cock, sliding his hand along it. Her whole body quivered in
anticipation.

“Mmm, Nick, hurry.”

“Hurry?” He raised a
brow playfully, but his eyes were dark, intense, and focused completely on her.

“Yes, please.”

“Why?” He stroked the
tip along her sensitive sex lips, propelling a renewed flush of arousal through
her.

Moaning, she widened
her legs. “Because I want you so bad.”

“Well, I want you a
hundred different ways, so you’ve got to be patient.”

“A hundred? That
means a hundred orgasms,” she said breathlessly, half teasing.

“Uh-huh.” He observed
her closely, his eyes heavy-lidded.

There was no way they
could do all that in one day.
He must be planning to stay.
She hoped.

Joy filled her heart
as Nick slowly but persistently drove himself into her, sliding deeper with
each thrust, his delectable, hard cock filling her to the limit. She cried out
and arched her back. Oh wow, his cock was massive, stroking her in just the
right way.

“Damn, you’re
perfect,” he said, holding himself deep within her for a few seconds.

She wanted to ask him
what he meant, but couldn’t form a coherent question. Besides, when he slid out
slightly, then back in, she knew what he meant. They fit together perfectly.

Standing at the edge
of her high, four-poster bed, he increased the pace and hammered himself into
her, fucking long and hard.

“Oh, yes!” This was
what she’d waited forever for. His big cock forced her pussy to spread for him
with each thrust and she loved it. She could do nothing but hold on to the
covers, cry out and beg for more.

“Emily,” he growled,
breathing hard. “You make me crazy.” He slowed for a few strokes, watching where
their bodies joined, his jaw clenched hard.

Sweat dotted his
upper lip. He bit her ankle, his whisker stubble rasping her. His abs flexed as
he slowly thrust his pelvis in measured strokes against her, his cock sliding
deep then almost out. He gazed long and hard into her eyes, his expression
wild, almost feral.

This was Nick, the
man she’d craved for so long. She couldn’t believe they were finally making
love.

Tingles swirled
inside her, growing brighter and stronger. An orgasm approached, hovered. “More,
please, more, Nick!”

With a growl, he
drove into her with aggression, just as she wanted. The ecstasy curled through
her and gripped her with such strength she couldn’t breathe. She screamed at
the pleasure-pain of the climax. Her whole body clenched onto him, yearning to
hold him deep within her always.

She must have blacked
out. Seconds later, she became aware of him still thrusting fiercely, growling
disjointed words. Another orgasm expanded from the first, drawing her back down
into the drowning pleasure.