Willow Smoke (22 page)

Daisy nodded. “Sort of.
It’s a matter of
time.
And
I
wanted
to
select
who
and
when.
Don’t
you
want
me?”

Nick
steeled
himself
trying
not
to
respond
to the
whimper
in
her
voice.
“Damn,
kid,
you’ve
had
me
tied
up
in
knots
for
weeks;
it’s
not that I don’t want you. Son of a
bitch.
But
why
me?
What
do
you
really
want?”

Daisy’s nostrils flared.
“I’m not looking for
marriage, if
that’s what’s concerning you. I
want
an
experienced
man
to
make
me
a
woman.
I want a man I can trust. You’re
gentle,
experienced,
and
I
trust
you.
Isn’t
that
enough?”

Nick
got
up
and
headed
to
the
refrigerator.
He didn’t
give
a
damn
if
she
did
see
his
erection.
Maybe
it
would
scare
her
back
into
her
own
bed.
He
sighed,
reaching
for
the
Chardonnay.
Be
honest
with
yourself,
Underwood.
She’d
crush
your
ego
if
she
retreated
now.

“Okay,”
Nick
said,
uncorking
the
bottle
and
reaching
for
two
glasses.
“Give
me
a
little
time.
This
is
all
coming
pretty
fast
and hard,
kid. I’ve desired you from the
moment
I
saw
you
talking
to
Blaze.
You
were
nearly
as
sexy
then
with
straw
in
your
hair
as
you
are
now
in
those
adorable
horse
slippers.

“Come on. Join me for a
drink. There’s
time.
That’s
one
of
the
things
you
learn
with
age
and
experience.
There’s
time;
we
don’t
have
to
rush.”
Nick
took
her
hand
and
pulled
her
close.

- o -

Daisy
floated.
The
chilled
wine
bottle,
cold
against
her
back,
sent
shivers
down
her
spine,
but
that
wasn’t
the
only
reason
she
trembled.
His
lips
had
settled
on
hers
and
she
responded
eagerly.
His
hard
arousal
pressed
against
her
crotch.
He
moaned
her
name.
Her
heart
stopped.
She’d
worried
that
he
wouldn’t
want
her;
she didn’t have to worry about that
anymore.

His
tongue
worked
her
lips
apart,
moving
in
to
explore. It tickled the roof of her
mouth;
she
used
her
own
tongue
to
play
with
his.
He
withdrew;
she
was
bereft.
And
then
he
drew
her
tongue
deep
into
his mouth.
He
suckled
her
like
a
new
born
foal
suckled
its
mother.
Daisy’s
eyes
sprang
open.
He
was
watching
her.
His
eyes
smiled.

Nick withdrew from the
embrace. After
placing
the
bottle
and
glasses
on
a
small
round
table,
Nick
said
gruffly,
“The
wine
can
wait.
A
different
kind
of
thirst
needs
quenching.”
He
gave
her
an
amused
look.
“Maybe
there
is
something
yet
to
be
said
about
the
eagerness
of
youth.”

His
lips
moved
to
the
juncture
of
her
neck
and
shoulder
blade.
Daisy
marveled
at
the
sensations
spreading
throughout
her
body.
She
didn’t
know
what
to
do
but
stand
there
and
receive.
It
was
happening.
Good
God,
it
was
happening!

She
ran
her
fingers
through
his
hair
as
he
moved
his
lips
to
enclose
a
nipple.
On
her
toes,
Daisy
stretched
to
her
full
height.
Good
grief,
would
she
explode
before
he
was
ready?

“You
don’t
know
how
often
I’ve
wanted
to
caress
these
exquisite
nipples.
They
mirror
your
personality.”
He
removed
her
robe
and
gingerly
lifted
the
nightgown
over
her
head.
Briefly,
he
stood
back,
admiring
her
like
she
was
a
piece
of
art.
She’d
never
forget
the
look
on
his
face. Then he returned to her nipple—licking, nibbling, chewing. His
hand squeezed her buttocks and worked its way around between their bodies. She
leaned away, giving him room.

She
moaned. She was already wet. His finger had no trouble with entry. “Is this
okay?” he whispered.

She
nodded, not trusting herself to utter a word.

“God,
you’re on fire down there.”

“Where
am I not on fire?” she murmured, wiggling her legs, wanting, demanding more.

Nick
covered
her
mouth
again.
He
withdrew
his
finger.
She
groaned.
He
shook
his
head. “I feel like some randy kid, but I
don’t
think
either
one
of
us
can
wait
much
longer.”

She
nodded
without
meeting
his
eyes.

“Later,
I’ll
show
you
a
kind
of
loving
that
is
so
slow
you’ll
think
you’re
dying.”

She
already
thought
she
was
dying.

He
guided
her
toward
the
bed
and
then
stopped
abruptly.
“Damn,
I
hadn’t
planned
on
being
seduced
tonight.
You
didn’t
by
any
chance
remember
a
condom
in
all
your
planning?”

Daisy
smiled
and
picked up her robe. She
retrieved a half dozen condoms and handed them to Nick.

He broke into a laugh. “You
got one hell of a lot of confidence in me, kid.” He opened a package and
dropped his pajamas.

“Let me,” Daisy
whispered roughly. “I want to touch him.”

“Okay.”

Daisy knelt on the bed,
running fingers over his full length. It quivered. So soft. Especially at the
head. She reached lower and cupped him; she grinned when she heard Nick’s
growl. His vulnerability brought tears to her eyes.

“Enough,” he said, his
voice
shaking.
“Put
the
damn
condom
on,
or
there
won’t
be
any need for it.”

After
three
tries
and
a
little
assistance,
Daisy
had
the
condom
fitting
snuggly.
She
reached
for
a
pillow
and
tucked
it
under
her
buttocks.
She
spread
her
legs
wide
and
waited.
Her
heart
raced.
She
tried
to breathe
deeply,
but
failed.
She
fought
to
keep
her
eyes
open;
she
didn’t
want
to
miss
a
thing.