Lifting her into his arms, he quickly moved across the room and set her gloriously naked body on the cool leather of his couch. She didn’t even flinch as she lifted her arms out to him, her mouth open, her eyes bright, her hands pulling him against her.

In awe of the beautiful display she made, he ran his hand down her perfect body. She was so silky, so firm, yet soft and lush in the right places. He could be happy doing nothing more than trailing his fingers against her skin night and day. When he reached her spread thighs, his fingers trailed down her wet heat.

Her back arched off the coach as she moaned, reaching for his fingers as he pulled away to hover over her without touching. She whimpered her disapproval as she reached for him.

How had he thought he could walk away without touching her again? He really wanted to believe he was doing it because he’d been deceived and he was owed this―owed her devotion to him. But he was the one worshiping her and he couldn’t even feel badly about it.

Dropping to the floor, he leaned his head against her stomach and kissed the quivering skin. Her fingers wound into his hair as she trembled at the heat of his tongue and lips. Blazing a path of soft kisses, he reached the tight skin at the top of her heat and licked her, making her cry out as she tugged on his hair.

He’d been molten for the past hour, but as he lazily trailed his tongue down her slick folds, his urgency dimmed. He pushed her thighs apart, gazing down at her perfection. She squirmed before him, and he gripped her hips to hold her still before leaning forward and planting kisses up her center. He sucked her swollen mass into his mouth and swept his tongue over it again and again.

She cried out as he intimately kissed her heat before letting his tongue play in circles. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell, her moans of pleasure. He felt her trembling growing, and he thrust his fingers inside her, relishing her quivering flesh as she squeezed him.

“Let go, Chloe,” he demanded before sucking her into his mouth.

With a scream, her body tensed before it began shaking. He sucked her flesh all throughout her orgasm, drawing it out as he drank her in. When her tremors settled, he laid his head against her stomach and closed his eyes. He wanted to give her pleasure beyond anything she could feel with another. He wanted it to just be the two of them.

That terrified him because he knew it could never be.

Before Nick was able to think too much more, he rose and quickly discarded his clothing. Chloe’s eyes were half lidded, and she wore a pleasured little smile on her lips. He should walk away right now.

She held up an arm, inviting him to her, and he knew leaving had been a foolish thought. There was no way he was walking away―not right then.

With a gentleness he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling during sex, Nick climbed on top of her, settling himself between her thighs. He pressed himself against her, pushing his hips against hers.

As the tip of him pushed inside her, her eyes shot open, and he found himself getting lost in her gaze. Her expression was glazed and happy, and desire was still sparking there.

With a slow, burning thrust, he buried himself within her. She gasped as her back arched up, her arms coming around him to pull him closer. Their lips connected, and he felt complete.

Time stopped having any meaning as he pulled back and slipped inside her body. Their gazed remained locked together as he slowly built their passion, their skin flushed, their bodies tightening. He didn’t want it to end, feared what would happen when it was over.

But as he moved within her, there was no stopping the climax. She squeezed him and her moan was lost on his tongue. He let it all go, filling her with his seed, collapsing against her as he gave her everything he had.

Nick was spent. The chaotic, emotional roller-coaster ride he’d been on the entire day had ended in a way he hadn’t expected. Shifting to his side, he pulled her into his arms while grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch.

He closed his eyes with her head tucked beneath his chin. All of their problems would be there when they woke. For this moment, he wanted to think only of the pleasure they’d given one another. Tomorrow would come soon enough.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Nick and Chloe didn’t say a single thing after they woke up. He was almost scared of what her opinion of the events would be, and he figured it might be the same for her. Normally Nick wasn’t a man to fear anything. But when it came to Chloe, he had to admit he was afraid of losing what they’d created.

Sitting in the kitchen, he looked up when she came into the room, moving slowly to the coffeepot and pouring herself a cup. Her shoulders tensed before she turned to face him. They gazed at one another, questions silently blazing across the space between them with no words uttered.

Nick wasn’t sure how to break the moment. Damn, he hated feeling this way. When the phone rang, Chloe jumped. Nick just barely managed to keep himself from doing the same.

“Nick,” he said as he picked it up.

“It’s Paul, we have a meeting with the judge in three hours,” Paul said without bothering with hellos.

“About?” Nick asked. His eyes never strayed from Chloe’s. He couldn’t read whatever it was in her eyes.

“It seems your uncle Sherman has managed to schedule it.”

“You aren’t inspiring confidence, Paul. Do you have a little more information?” Nick snapped.

“Just be at the courthouse in two hours so we can meet beforehand,” Paul told him.

“Got it.” Nick hung up. Chloe hadn’t moved.