Gift (Enchanted Ardor #2)

Chapter Five

Liv gasped as her gaze swept the long, hard length of the giant of a man she’d spent only hours with.

She’d thought she might find a few interesting conversations, instead, she’d monopolized the first man she met.

Now, she stared into his eyes as he gently laid her back on the high four-poster bed.

He didn’t seem to mind.

And she barely noticed anyone else. As soon as she locked eyes on him, she hadn’t wanted to.

Who are you, really?

You know who he is, Liv. You can feel it.

His mouth fluttered down her body, her bra disappeared.

Oh, yes, you can feel it, alright.

She hadn’t missed his hardened length pressed against her nearly naked body.

Everything about him was lean and hard, covered in tattoos, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

She wanted him pressed against her, filling her.

His lips lingered around her hips. He peeled her panties away, leaving only her stilettos in place.

Instinctively, her hand fell over her mound, shielding herself from his view.

He worked his way up her other leg, pressing his lips to the fingers covering her entrance.

Nick’s face appeared over hers, his expression gentle, eyes searching hers.

He leaned closer, claiming her lips. She moaned, arms wrapping around his shoulders, heart pounding through her whole body.

“Ready for some shenanigans?” his low voice rumbled through her as he grasped one of her hands in his, sliding both down her belly, fingers linked, over her mound.

She smiled up into his twinkling eyes, relaxing.

The instant Liv nodded, Nick guided her fingers over her slick folds, until one of hers, and one of his, slipped into her moist heat.

She gasped as he massaged her, his hard length pressed against her thigh.

His mouth reclaimed hers until she relaxed so that her thighs parted for him.

Then he worked his way back down.

She watched him go.

She didn’t resist when he moved their hands away from her entrance, or when he kissed her thigh and hooked a knee over his shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, Olivia.”

Her breath hitched.

He held her gaze as his lips pressed against her nub.

“Jésus,” she whispered, eyes closed, head falling back against the coverlet when his mouth locked against her, tongue swiping and suckling.

One hand gripped the bed linen, while the other needed the feel of his hair against her fingertips as he loved her with his mouth, soft beard scratching her inner thighs.

“Nick, I—,” she tried to pull away as the pressure inside her mounted.

His arm locked around her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her passion, as he forced her to crest the dam holding everything that she was back.

Body coiled, every worry rose to the surface. With a deeply held gasp, she let it all go.

Eyes closed, her world went as white as the chaotic snowstorm beating at the windows beyond the heated shelter of their cozy room.

Dimly, Liv was aware that he kissed his way back up her body, joining her on the mattress and gathered her limp form into his arms like an over-sized rag doll, warming her back with his broad chest and thick arms.

He was still hard, and pulsing against her bottom, though he made no move to take her.

He tipped her chin toward him, claiming her mouth as she caught her breath.

Still he didn’t take her.

Her hand slipped behind her, travelling down his muscled body until she could wrap her fingers around his silky hot length, stroking, encouraging, as her ardor built anew.

Liv rubbed her bottom against him so that he slid between her thighs.

He groaned her name. “Who is the hooligan now?”

“You’re the shenanigan instigator. I’m just following through.”

He chuckled against her mouth.

Her thighs clenched around him, eliciting a gasp.

She tilted her hips so that his tip aligned with her entrance and waited.

Still he didn’t move.

He pulsed against her. Her insides throbbed with need.

His lips drifted along the shell of her ear and down her throat, his hands working her breasts, fingers on her sensitive nipples.

“Nick,” she breathed.

He reclaimed her mouth, his fingers drifted down to splay across her lower belly.

Finally when she couldn’t stand it anymore, with his strong hand holding her securely in place, he thrust forward, striking her sensitive sweet spot, filling her with perfection.

She cried out, inner muscles clenching him in place, secured against his lap.

Slow and steady, he ground up into her and out just enough to allow every inch behind the head to slide along her channel.

One night.

The building haze enveloped her when she suddenly needed to see him. To look into his eyes.

Wriggling free, she linked her fingers with his and disengaged so she could turn around. Claiming his mouth, her breasts dangled, nipples scraping along the hair on his chest as she straddled him.

Sitting up, his arms encircled her waist, dragging her down atop him, locking her into place again, mouth closing on one nipple, then the other.

“Nick,” she gasped, unable to stop herself as the sensation of his tongue, silky and firm, ignited her need to grind faster.

“Olivia.”

His low voice calmed the rising urgency. She drew a deep breath, hands cradling his face so that she could focus on his mouth, tongue dancing with his as she brought her hips under control, prolonging the moments.

One night. All night.

Her heart twisted.

Opening her eyes to his depths, so open, so clear, so beautiful—she knew.

A heart shadowed with pain and loss, but ultimately true.

She would never, ever forget this night.

It would remain one of her most cherished memories, for however much longer she decided to live, unless snuffed from this world forcefully.

No regrets.

She closed her eyes, blocking out the vision of his soul that brought an ache to her heart.

No, that wasn’t right. There would be one regret. The one that meant she’d never see him again after this night.

He’d go back to whatever his life held for him, and she’d return to her busy life and quiet bed.

His gentle fingers pushed her hair back from her face, drawing her attention back to his.

She sensed the subtle resistance in him as he held back.

Olivia didn’t want him to hold back, she wanted all of him the way he’d had all of her.

Holding his dark gaze, she observed the subtle signs as she moved her hips, tightening and releasing.

Nick closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against her chest, tilting his hips away from her. “Olivia.”

She locked herself around him, thwarting his escape.

“Liv,” his breath shook.

None of the lovers or partners she’d taken over the years had ever incited the perplexing depth of emotion that she felt now as she held his gaze.

He frowned, the laugh lines around his eyes tightened as he resisted the climb.

She worked him, mercilessly, desperate for this ultimate give and take.

His breath shortened, jaw clenched.

She sensed how close he was despite his resistance, spiking her own ardor.

She watched all the subtle signs, allowing her own need to rise, matching his, as he’d done for her—until she’d taken control.

Her heart pounded in her chest, pulse ticked in her ears.

Nick’s entire body went taught with warning. “Liv.”

“Yes, Nick,” she whispered by his ear, her channel walls clenching harder.

He groaned, arms crushing her to him as he buried his face in her chest, his breath hot between her breasts.

The sensation of him swelling inside her tight sheath sent her over alongside him, slick bodies clinging, lest she spiral off the edge of the world.

Their spent breaths filled the sudden silence of the room as their heated limbs cooled around each other, still joined.

Nick placed the gentlest of kisses on Olivia’s heart before looking up into her eyes, whispering “Perfection.”

He reached down behind her, fingers slipping the straps of her stilettos, freeing her feet before he rolled her under the bed linens, cocooning them.

He continued to kiss and explore her body, so full of worshipful gentleness that it made Olivia’s heart ache with it.

Never in her long life had anyone been so tender as this large, bearish man and their one night together.

No regrets, Liv.