I Love My Man (Nicole's Erotic Romance) (7 page)

Jessica walks forward and takes a low bow.
“My work here is done.”

She passes me to leave, but I grab her in a
hug from behind, a standing spoon position. She laughs. “Okay, okay! Buy me
dinner first!” I spin her around, grab her face and kiss her on the mouth as
she giggles and shoves me off. We have a silent, private conversation about how
we never want to hurt each other again.

She had a moment of human weakness. So did I
with Michael. But nobody needs their mistakes held over their heads after
they’ve righted the wrong.

Jess is so relieved. “I love you, Nicole.”

“I beyond love you.”

As she passes, she nods to Mark, and he lays
his hand on her shoulder, wordlessly saying
thank
you
. She gives it a friendly
I’m not
going to kill you anymore
pat, and walks out the door. But just as it’s
about to close, she pokes her head back in. “And just so you know… I found my
guy, too. So there.” She sticks her tongue out. She gives us both her biggest
grin, winks, and vanishes. Walking to the door, I slowly turn the deadbolt
until it clicks.

“I thought she’d never leave.”

Now That We’re Alone

Turning around, I lean against the door and
lock eyes with Mark. He’s dressed for the cold weather in slacks, boots, and a
black Pea coat. I can see a sliver of soft brown sweater peeking out, highlighting
the gold in his skin and the warmth in his eyes. His jaw is relaxed but strong
and his hair has recently been run through by his hands. The purple rose still
hangs from his fingers, and my eyelashes fall to it as a disbelieving smile
tugs at the corners of my mouth.

He smiles back at me. “There’s so much I
want to say to you.”

Emotions well up inside me. “Me too. I don’t
know where to start.”

A small laugh falls from him. “That’s okay.
I do.” A fiery switch turns on in his eyes and he advances on me. He leans in
and the scent of him stirs me immediately. I look at his lips, so kissable, and
wait for him to touch me. He leans in so close that if we moved a millimeter
our lips would be touching, but they’re not. Not yet. The closeness is scorching.
My heartbeat gains momentum and I begin to feel dizzy with desire.

“Hi,” he whispers, the heat of his breath
caressing my lips.

“Hey.” I can’t take my eyes off his. He’s
got me. All of me.

His eyes flash. “You’re not allowed to dump
me again.”

Tingles race down my panties. “Is that an
order?”

His lips lightly graze mine. “It is.”

Very slowly, I murmur. “I’ll obey on one
condition.”

A tiny smile threatens to break. “Oh? What’s
that?”

I brush my lips to his now. His eyelids fall
for a fraction of a second. “You’re not allowed to live three thousand miles
away from me.”

His smile breaks through in a single swift
sigh. He presses his gorgeous lips to mine, sending shivers throughout me. He
drops the rose on the ground, forgotten by both of us, as he takes my head in
both his hands and kisses me with the passion of a man who loves me and never
thought he’d see me again.

“I need to know you’re really here,” I
whisper against his lips as I pull off his belt.

His voice is low and fast as he unzips my
jeans, “I can’t believe I’m kissing you again.”
 
He pulls the spaghetti straps off my
shoulders, pressing his lips into my skin with firm, hot kisses.

I lift my arms up and he slides off my top,
throwing it to the side. My breasts fall freely thanks to no bra. His body
bends and both his hands cup my soft mounds of flesh. He lifts one after the
other to his lips, running his tongue over them. He shakes his head at how
turned on he is when my nipples grow hard in his mouth. He pulls me closer,
gliding his arms around me, his hands spread out on my lower back as his mouth
works its way up to my collar bone, my sensitive neck, my tender earlobes. He
breathes into my ear, “You taste so good.” I moan from the quivering in my
jeans. The heat of his breath and the deep timber of his voice melt me into
complete submission. He could do anything to me right now and I’d let him.

He slides off my jeans and tosses them to
the side, too, as he kneels in front of me. Touching my thigh and lifting it,
he wraps my leg around his head as he buries his tongue in the slit of me.
Slicing his tongue up and tickling my most sensitive spot with tiny rapid
flicks, I push into him, holding onto his head as my breasts arch toward the
ceiling. My fingers snake through his hair and I grab on and push his head in.
He moans into my velvety skin and slips his tongue into me, making me scream
out with pleasure. My hips undulate and rock as he penetrates me with his
tongue until I’m hoarsely repeating his name and begging him never to stop. My
heartbeat is pounding in two places now, spreading me wider, and opening me up
like a rose in the rain. “Please fuck me, Mark. I need to feel you inside me.”
His tongue whips me harder, and I cry out. “Oh my God, Mark. Please fuck me!!”

Like a flash, he rises with desire heating
up his skin, his lips moistened by my juices. He tears off his sweater and
kicks off his shoes and pants. Tugs off his socks with a sexy smile.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” I plead.

All of the muscles in his chest and arms
flex as he grabs me with one arm and lifts me up, holding my thigh. As we stare
at each other, his cock standing tall and full, he scoops his hips in and bends
his knees, pressing the tip against my softness that’s dripping wet and ready.
I press my head into the door, my breasts mashed delightfully into him. He
jerks his body once so that the tip drives up and half of him is inside me.
He’s teasing me and I want him to stop and never to stop, at the same time. My
eyelashes fall, leaving only a tiny sliver of light. I’m delirious and on the
verge. The pulsating throb feels like it’s stretching me and tightening me,
too. The sweet feeling is so wonderful. I wish I could always feel like this,
although I’d probably never get anything done.

Mark leans into me and his lips find mine.
He thrusts deeper until he’s fully meshed with my body. He moans, holding me
tight, and kissing me powerfully. I gasp against his mouth, my tongue slowly
licking his as he moves inside me, turns and twists his hips, diving again and
again. My heart opens. Tingling sparks shoot down my arms and legs. My nipples
could cut glass. Mark rocks inside, pushing in as deep as he can go, tongue tasting
mine. He groans from pleasure. I feel it everywhere like we’re one person,
every pulse felt by the other. I feel his orgasm building, the sensations
overcoming us. We latch onto each other’s mouths as we cum together, moving and
bending. I scream out, my head falling back as he thrusts into me with the
jerking motion of a man undone. The waves of orgasm rock me so hard and so
completely. I’ve never been this alive.

Chest heaving, Mark kisses my shoulder. Lost
in delirium, he melts into me. My arms lie limply on his shoulders and my legs
are happy noodles. I meet his eyes and we smile at each other. He picks me up
to carry me to my couch. Which I don’t have. Confused, he walks in a couple
halted directions. I almost start laughing, but stop as I see his expression.
Following his eyes to see what he’s looking at, I see the painting. I shyly
look back at him, my face so close to his. He looks at me. “That’s us… isn’t it?”

I nod, but say nothing, a small smile
lighting up my face.

He looks at the painting, his voice deep and
quiet. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smile, laying my head on his
shoulder as he carries me to the bedroom. He lays me gently on the bed.

“I’m going to get you a towel.” He kisses my
lips softly and rises up.

“Okay.” Lying on my side, with my head
rested on my hand and my dark skin so smooth and pretty against the fluffy comforter,
I watch him. With his finger in the air, he traces my body from afar. He turns
and walks to the bathroom, naked and running his fingers through his hair so
that the muscles of his back tense. His ass would make Michelangelo rise from
the grave to sculpt it. I sigh. “So, you’re a couple days early. What do you
want to do?”

“Stay here with you,” he calls back,
throwing me a smile as he flips off the bathroom light and walks back into the
bedroom, cock lightly swaying with each step. “I don’t want us to leave this
bed until we have to.”

Laughing, I reach back and grab a pillow to
toss at him. “I have to get ready for my show!” I throw it with all my might,
but he catches it easily, and tosses it aside.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” He
climbs onto the bed on all fours like he’s a naked lion.

My eyebrows fly up, watching him, impressed.
“Oh I do, do I?”

He nods, smiling devilishly. “You really
do.”

My eyes flash quick innocence. “I don’t know
how. You’ve melted my brain. No ideas here.”

He grins and pulls me on top of him, my hair
falling around the sides of his face. “Nicole?”

Kissing him, I murmur, “Mmm?”

There’s happiness behind his eyes. “I like
you.”

I bring my finger up and trace his face from
the top of his hairline, down his forehead, over his regal nose, down the
middle of his soft, kissable lips to the tip of his chin. “I like you, too. A
lot.”

“I like you a lot, too,” he laughs, pulling
me down and rolling us over so he’s on top of me. We don’t say love yet, and
its feels natural to wait. We’ve been through so much and I’m sure he feels the
same as me; I need time to heal. “I just flew in. I’m a little tired. Be okay
if I sleep here?”

I kiss him and smile. “I’d love that.”

His brow furrows and he looks off, thinking.
“I should probably cancel the hotel reservation.”

“You got a hotel room?”

He looks at me from the corner of his eyes.
“Nope.”

My jaw drops and I pretend to try to push
him off me. “You presumptuous jerk!!” Laughing, we wrestle around and he pins
my arms, and gnaws on any part of me he can reach while I squeal, helpless
under his strength, and loving every minute of it.

“My bag is in the hallway. I’ll be right
back.”

“You left it in the hallway – in NEW
YORK? Are you nuts? Go get it!”

He laughs and runs out naked. I tuck myself
under the covers and wait for him to return, listening. Walking back into the
bedroom, he holds up a medium sized, black rolling suitcase in front of his
middle. “Should I wear this to the reception?”

Laughing, I say, “Yes, Please! I would love
that!”

Soon we’re cuddled up and cozy. When I feel
the soft rise and fall of his chest, I know he’s sleeping soundly, so I lift
myself up and watch him. Mark’s here sleeping in my bed! Kissing his shoulder
softly, I thank my momma in my heart for being here for me tonight. I don’t
know how it’s possible, but I have to believe she was here. So much nicer to
believe I haven’t been without her all these years.

And Jess… I can’t believe it, that little
sneak. Leave it to her to organize this reunion and surprise me with her awesomeness.
She always has a way of making me feel better. This time she just had to work a
little harder to do it.

Mark…
don’t wake up. I’m going to kiss your cheek so softly you will never know. I
told you I like you, but it’s so much more than that. I love you. I truly love
you.

Saturday Evening

Mark’s more nervous that I am. It’s cute.
He’s fidgety and keeps looking at me like he wants to force me to hurry up, but
holds his tongue. It’s gotta be chewed up by now, poor guy. “You want me to run
down and call a cab?” He’s so nervous in fact, that he’s making me feel calm to
balance us out.

I throw up an eyebrow and a half-smile.
“You’re losing your head, Mark. You know that, right?”

He laughs, caught. “Am I driving you nuts?”

I stroll over and kiss him, my hands resting
on his chest. “I think it’s cute.”

He makes a happy sound as he kisses me
again. “How are you so calm?”

“Xanax.”

His head cranes back. “Really?”

I lean up to give him a last little peck.
“No.” Pushing off him, I throw a saucy look over my shoulder as I get back to
dressing.

He chuckles and leans against the wall,
crosses one ankle over the other and slides his hands into his pant’s pockets.
He’s wearing a fitted black suit that is divine, with a white shirt opened to
the second button, no tie. So hot.

I slide open the door to my closet. “I want
to eat you, but I’ve got to get ready,”

He tosses back, “Yeah, that bra and panty
set you’re rockin’ is killing me.”

Smiling, I thumb through my dresses, landing
on one I’ve never worn because I didn’t have the occasion. Pulling it out, I
hold it up to my body and show him. It’s a floor-length slender eggshell-white
dress with straps a little wider than spaghetti. “What about this?”

He stares at me, unable to speak. He frowns
and mutters, “You’re not real.”

That melted my heart! “So you like it then.”

He gives his hair a finger-combing and looks
away like he has to in order to contain himself. “You could say that.” He
sneaks a look at me as I step into the dress. “Wow. Okay, I’m going to go grab
a cab because if I stay here I will tear that off you, and we really need to
leave.”

Giggling, I watch him push off the wall,
shaking his head. He pretends to hit his head on the bedroom doorframe a couple
of times and walks out. Grabbing a pair of heels, I slide them on and take a
look at myself in the mirror. The long white dress looks very elegant
contrasted against my dark skin with my long straight black hair. I like it,
but I want a little something extra since my paintings are so much more
colorful. Walking fast to my jewelry box, I snatch out several boldly colored
bangle bracelets and two really big rings – one for each hand. Perfect.