“Nick . . .” She wasn’t sure what she was planning on saying, but his name came out as a deep sigh. She ached for him.

He tugged her against him, all of her softness pressed against his hardness, and the feeling was absolute euphoria. She could stand there like that with him for hours or days―get lost in his embrace.

A moan escaped her tight throat before she could hold it back, and he rewarded her by leaning down and running his tongue up her throat. Then he kissed her softly again. She didn’t want softness anymore. She wanted hard and scorching.

Her breasts ached where they pressed against his solid chest. Her stomach trembled where his arousal pushed against it. She wanted to shed her clothes and feel all of his hardness pressing into her soft curves.

One of his hands drifted down and curved around her butt, squeezing her as he lifted her higher so his thickness could be pressed against her aching core. She was so tightly pressed against him, if there weren’t clothes in the way, he would be slipping inside her. She closed her eyes and sighed at the beauty of it.

Clenching her fists together to keep from reaching for him, Chloe struggled with what to do. If he moved the slightest bit, put any more pressure on her body, she might come from just that. Maybe then her mind would clear and she would return to her senses. She wiggled against him and moaned at how good it felt.

She was wrong, though. That just made the ache deepen. It did nothing to satisfy the cravings he was creating within her. She wanted him. Could she admit it? It seemed he wanted her to say the words. She wasn’t sure she could do that either.

Lifting her leg up, he slid between her thighs, mounting the pressure ever higher. They were in a dance that could go on for a lifetime.

“We’ve been here before, Chloe. You want me, but you’re afraid to admit it. As soon as you let down your guard, as soon as you tell me how much you want this, I’m going to slide my mouth over every single inch of you. I’m going to strip off your clothes and make you come over and over again. I’m going to slide inside your tight, wet body and make you scream my name. All you have to do is let go―admit this is right between us. Let me take the pain away for both of us. Tell me you want me,” he demanded.

He spoke against her ear, his tongue tracing the lobe before he bent and sucked on her neck while his hips pushed forward in circular motions, rubbing against her wet heat. She whimpered in his arms as she strained against him, feeling his hardness pulse against her body. It could all be hers with just a few simple words.

She buried her head against his chest, and her lips traced over his nipple, her tongue sliding out to take a taste. He gasped in pleasure as his hips thrust forward. She was on fire.

Reaching out, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her face back so she had no choice but to look into his flaming eyes. He kissed her a bit harder this time, still holding himself back, though.

He spoke while his lips were still against hers. “What do you want, Chloe? Your body is telling me exactly what it needs. But you have to say the words.”

She licked her lips again, her tongue caressing his mouth at the same time. She groaned at the taste of him, wanting him to devour her. Opening her lips, she invited him in, but still he didn’t take the bait.

She didn’t want to say the words, didn’t want to admit how badly she needed this. That would be a betrayal to herself. If she simply gave in, then she could tell herself it was in the heat of the moment, couldn’t she? But if she voiced her wants, there was no taking them back.

Nick reached between her thighs and caressed her heat, pressing upward so his fingers were touching her exactly where she wanted. He squeezed his fingers and she whimpered again. Shifting, she tried to put him where she needed him, but he wasn’t doing what she needed. There were too many clothes in the way.

“My stubborn little doc,” he said with a sigh. “Don’t you realize that as soon as you voice your wants, I’m going to lay you back on this bed and strip your clothes away? I’m going to sink so deep inside you, you won’t know where you end and I begin. We’re wasting these precious moments on your internal battle―moments I could be taking you to the highest reaches of pleasure. Give in to me, darling, and I promise you’ll have no regrets.”

Chloe shook her head, and he stepped back from her. Panic zipped through her entire body. Was he going to leave her like this? She wouldn’t be able to handle it. She looked up, met his eyes, and saw triumph in his expression. She let out a breath as she clenched her fingers together.

He began to undo his pants, and her gaze zeroed in on the new flesh he was showing—on the part of his body she hadn’t yet been able to gaze upon. She’d felt him so many times, but she hadn’t yet gotten to see his perfection. She had no doubt he would be perfect. How could he not be? Every inch of his skin was flawless―even the scars only added to his overall appeal.

Within seconds, he was standing a couple feet away―naked. His beautiful erection was hard and thick, standing up, making her mouth water with her need to touch him―taste him―have him sink within her. He was even more perfect than she could have ever imagined.

As she gazed at his stunning thickness, it pulsed, a bead of moisture escaping from the tip, making her want to drop to her knees and taste his essence. She quivered uncontrollably as she stood there gazing upon him.

“I’m all yours, Chloe,” he told her as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking up and down as she gazed at his magnificence. “I want your fingers and mouth on me. I want to be buried inside you. As soon as you tell me you want it, too, we will make explosions happen together.”