He shuddered, but his features remained etched with determination. “Jesus, Nicole,” he groaned raggedly, and pumped into her a little bit faster, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the relentless arousal demanding release.
“Give me more,” she taunted in a soft, heated whisper, and continued to push him closer and closer to the edge of his own sanity.
Done teasing them both, she closed her eyes and circled her clit with her fingers, knowing exactly what it would take to grasp the orgasm lingering just beyond her reach. Knowing, too, that her climax would trigger his own. With each deliberate touch and caress the thrill increased, the sensation amplified, the yearning grew… and with a defeated groan Nathan finally let go and began giving her more of everything she needed. Harder strokes. Deeper penetration. Faster thrusts.
He drove into her, impaling her on his cock, over and over again, so solid, so rough, so powerful he sent her higher than she’d ever gone before. The pressure inside her became almost unbearable, then seemed to snap apart, battering her with a pleasure so intense she couldn’t hold back the shocked cry tumbling from her lips, or the rippling aftershocks that gripped him tight.
She heard Nathan curse, felt him buck uncontrollably against her-once, twice, three more violent thrusts, then the hot, scalding rush as he came.
He collapsed on top of her with a rough groan, his breathing erratic, his body slack from his own vigorous orgasm. Feeling completely content for the moment, she laughed, enjoying every moment of his defeat.
Nathan woke just before dawn to find his face pressed against a fragrant spill of hair and his arms full of silky, curvy woman-a great way to start the day, in his opinion. Nicole was spooned against his chest, her tempting bottom tucked against his groin, her body all soft and warm and satiated from a night of incredible sex.
Unable to help himself, he smiled and gently trailed his fingers along the indentation of her waist and felt her stir sleepily against him. This time, she hadn’t snuck out on him in the middle of the night, not even to return to her own room, and he had to admit he liked having her in his bed.
She’d proved last night just how weak he was when it came to her, that resisting her allure was next to impossible. Somehow, she’d wrapped him around her finger, coercing him into letting her be a part of his assignment and seducing him into having sex with her. Not that he was complaining about the latter, not when he already wanted her again this morning.
Would it really be such a bad thing to indulge in the friends-with-benefits proposition she’d suggested-a temporary agreement to enjoy sex with a woman he couldn’t seem to get enough of anyway? Truly, it was a win-win situation-lots of physical pleasure without the emotional involvement. Just the kind of arrangement he preferred, especially considering that their reason for being together was temporary.
Bottom line, Nicole made him feel alive, more so than he had in years. She aroused him, frustrated him, even, but there was so much about her that intrigued him and kept him coming back for more. After last night, he was done fighting what he wanted so badly. Her .
He pressed his damp lips to her bare shoulder, then slowly kissed his way up to the warm curve of her neck. Nuzzling the side of her throat, he cupped a soft breast in his hand, and her nipple instantly beaded against his palm. His cock stiffened, and despite the numerous times they’d had sex during the course of the night, he was already aching to get inside her again.
She sighed, gradually coming awake, and tried to turn around to face him, but he had something else in mind. Gently, he eased her onto her stomach, nudged her thighs apart with his knee, then settled his hips between her legs. He covered her from behind, careful about distributing his weight as he aligned their bodies and the tip of his shaft glided along her slick, feminine cleft. Finding her hands, he laced their fingers together at the side of her head.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as she instinctively lifted her bottom, seeking a deeper, more intimate contact. “Good morning.”
“Yeah, it is.” He slid into her with a sleek, heavy thrust that made them both groan in pleasure. “And it’s about to get a whole lot better,” he said, and proceeded to make good on his promise.
Chapter Ten
It amazed Nathan how Nicole could go from being such a sultry vixen with him in bed, to looking like a fresh-faced teenager trying to appear mature and experienced. From her cute and trendy outfit and accessories, to the soft curls framing her face and her practiced, youthful expressions, she pulled off the pretense quite well.
On a Saturday night, the Strip was congested with partygoers seeking the kind of excitement and entertainment that only a city like Vegas could provide. When they pulled into the circular drive for the well-known nightclub Bliss, there was a long line of people waiting for a chance to get inside. It didn’t help matters that it was a long summer weekend that concluded with the Fourth of July, which attracted more tourists than normal.
Once the valet took his Ferrari to park, Nathan grabbed Nicole’s hand tight in his and gave it an encouraging squeeze. “Ready or not, here we go.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said with a reassuring smile as they made their way though the press of people gathering on the sidewalk. “I’m more than ready to get in there and find Angela.”
He believed her. At least a dozen times they’d gone over what they needed to accomplish once they got inside, and even though she wasn’t technically trained for this sort of undercover work, he trusted her implicitly. She might be looking to nail a story on Sloane, but he’d seen enough concern in Nicole’s gaze when they’d discussed Angela’s predicament to know that she truly cared about extracting the young girl from a dangerous situation.
Nathan still believed there was some kind of personal slant to her interest in Sloane’s lifestyle and his preference for underage teens. But whatever her motive for pursuing in-depth information on the man, it remained a mystery to him and she didn’t seem inclined to talk about her reasons. Just like he wasn’t willing to discuss his own private issues with Sloane and the case with her.
For now, their sole focus was to first locate Angela, then form a plan of action to get her out of the mess she’d tangled herself up in.
Nathan veered away from the main doors to the nightclub and headed toward the clearly marked VIP entrance. A hefty, bald-headed man dressed in black guarded the closed steel door, turning away party revelers trying to talk their way into the exclusive section of the club.
The man took his job seriously and wasn’t letting anyone past him, which was why Nathan handed him the card that Sloane had given to him as an invitation. “I’m here for Preston Sloane’s private party.”
The other man glanced from the card to Nicole, then back to Nathan again, his rugged face expressionless. “I need to see some identification.”
Since Nicole looked barely old enough to drive, the guard was obviously more concerned with clearing Nathan’s name before letting them through. Withdrawing his wallet, he flipped it open and showed the guard his Alex Keller driver’s license. The man scanned the information carefully before making a call on his cell phone to verify his identity and to get approval to let him beyond the black metal door.