His voice grew huskier the longer he spoke, and her mouth dropped open as her dark tongue came out and dampened her lips. Her chest heaved, and he could clearly see the beaded tips of her nipples. He would bet his life she was hot and wet, and all he’d have to do is pull her pants down and slam inside her with zero resistance.

“That’s not what I want,” she said, her husky voice in direct contrast with her words.

Nick smiled. He could afford to be affable. He’d get what he wanted, and even though he wasn’t normally a patient man, he thought for this woman he could change his ways. His lips turned up in a confident grin as he stood there looking at her. He could practically envision her with no clothes, picture the two of them falling to the ground, her on top of him as she pushed down until he was fully inside her.

Reaching out he grabbed her hand and cupped it over his pulsing arousal. Her eyes practically glowed as she flexed her fingers. She wanted him, and she knew he was ready to give her pleasure. If she was going to force them to wait, then he wanted her suffering as much as he was.

Nick had no doubt she was in misery. Her eyes drifted down his body, and she gazed at her fingers with his large hand over them as she cupped his mass. He was too big, even inside his pants, for her to fully hold. But he was the perfect size to give her what she needed. She was very much aware of that.

“What’s it going to be, Chloe?” he asked huskily as his fingers flexed over hers, the pressure both agony and pleasure. He wished she’d just give in to her cravings and undo his pants. He highly doubted that was going to happen.

“I think we need to get back before your siblings send out a search party,” she told him.

He backed her into a tree and gripped her leg, opening her thighs and pushing into her as one hand cupped her face and one squeezed her butt.

“Okay, we’ll go back. And I promise you this,” he said before leaning down and kissing her softly. He was surprised he was able to do so with his hormones raging out of control. He kissed her again, and she sighed against his mouth as he pushed against her.

“What?” she gasped when he moved his lips.

It took him a moment to remember what he’d been saying. “This will be the last time I initiate it, Chloe. The next time is all on you. Just know that every single time you walk into the room with me, I’m going to be hard and ready for you. All you have to do is say the word, and I will make both of us fly.”

He ground against her one more time, wanting so badly to remove their clothes and plunge inside her, but knowing she had to come to the decision on her own. If he did it now, she’d just put the wall back up the moment it was over. That didn’t help either one of them.

When he pulled back, he could see the worry in her eyes. He could also see that she didn’t trust him to keep his word. With a throbbing body, and already regretting his promise to her, he released her and took a few steps back.

He shifted on his feet, trying to find a comfortable way to stand with the aching erection straining against his pants. There was nothing making it better. He untucked his shirt, and hoped the material would cover him enough so his family wouldn’t have to see the pathetic condition he was in.

He then turned and walked away, the shocked gasp that came from Chloe’s mouth music to his ears. Nick knew he could seduce her, and that was enough to keep his sanity somewhat in place while he waited for her to come to him. He was sure she would. They wanted each other far too badly for her not to.

Nick just prayed he survived the wait.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Chloe’s arms were shaking as she pushed down on Nick, her fingers digging into his flesh, a moan escaping his parted lips. She wanted to wipe the moisture from her forehead, but her hands were occupied.

“Yes, Chloe, just like that,” he groaned.

Her stomach tightened as her core clenched and heat flooded her entire body. Nick was so firm, so perfectly put together, that touching him was both ecstasy and the ultimate torture.

Chloe’s oiled fingers slid down Nick’s spine, which elicited another moan. She reached the curve of his well-defined ass and felt the need to pull his shorts down. Her breathing became more erratic, but she held herself together.

“Push there,” he said.

Chloe couldn’t help but smile as she leaned down, her mouth entirely too close to his ear. “I’m the one in charge here. I know what I’m doing,” she said, feeling an odd sense of triumph when a shiver racked his form.

“You can do whatever you want to my body, doc,” he said on a long sigh.

Chloe moved down to his leg, and her fingers kneaded the flesh of his thighs. He twitched under her touch, and she used gentle pressure to continue the massage. His moans filled the room, which was growing hotter by the second.

“How does this feel, Nick?” she asked as she rubbed the back of his knee.

“Like heaven,” he said.

She wasn’t going to last a heck of a lot longer. This was affecting her more and more each time she ran her fingers over his burning flesh. Never before had she rubbed down a client and found herself in total erotic bliss.

“Turn over,” she said as she sat back.

Nick didn’t hesitate for even a second. Using his good leg, he flipped himself over, and Chloe inhaled sharply when she couldn’t help but notice the massive erection he was sporting. Her eyes shot up and looked at him, and the fire burning in his eyes nearly made her come while kneeling at his feet.

“Anything you want,” he promised.