Page 54 of Unspoken Confessions
Before I could take the words back or even suck in a breath, he was off the couch and across the room. He pulled me out of the chair and pressed me against the wall.
“Is that really how you want to play it?” he growled in my ear. “Tell me,Nicky, go ahead, let me hear the words. Say that you don’t feel something. Tell me that what happened was nothing.”
The way he said my name did strange things to me. He was reminding me of what I’d called him. He was giving me my own name. And even though it was what Jen often called me, it had a completely different ring coming from Jameson’s lips. There was something about it that made me feel like it was only his to call me.
I panted and tried to speak, but nothing came out. It was no wonder since I couldn’t currently think with the feeling of his hot breath washing over my skin and his deep, raspy, sexy voice in my ear.
A shiver worked its way down my spine and I couldn’t stop my lids from falling closed. And before I knew what I was doing, I was cradling the back of his head. My fingers curled, trying to grip the short strands tightly.
I wanted him. Yes, I did. There was no sense in denying it since my body was responding to everything.
God, the feeling of his big body pressed against mine was like Heaven. With the wall behind me, I was trapped. I fucking loved it. I didn’t want to break free from this moment and I was fucked because I didn’t even try.
I grasped for anything that could take me out of this intense embrace.
But I came up blank.
He pressed me harder into the wall. His lips went to the curve of my jaw. It was tender and the corners of my mouth tipped up at the feeling.
“I think about you when I’m alone.” His voice was deep and raspy in my ear. “I remember that night I first saw you.”
Holy fuck!
I had to know where he was going with this.
“I think about what I wished had happened that night,” he said right before he took my lobe into his mouth and sucked. I was so lost that I didn’t even care about the moan that had slipped past my lips. “I wanted it to be you in front of me. You on your knees, eagerly taking me in.”
Oh, how I’d wanted that too.
I needed him to touch me more. To touch me all over. I felt like I was going out of my fucking mind. My dick was so hard and needy that it was painfully throbbing.
“Your mouth around my cock, your throat hungry to drink me down.”
“Fuck,” I whispered out, and then bit my bottom lip hard.
“Would you want that, Nick? Would you be so needy for my cock that you’d take me in deep? Would you torture and tease me before making me come? Or would the urge to taste me be so great that you’d suck me hard in hopes to get me off quick?”
Yes!
Yes, to all of it.
I couldn’t choose because I wanted to do everything to him.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted that? How long I’ve been thinking about it?”
I barely shook my head in answer to his question. It was all I could do. I definitely couldn’t speak right now. My throat, my mouth, it was all dry. My heart was racing and my mind was flooded with filthy images of all the things I wanted to give him.
Just as I felt like I was about to burst if he didn’t touch me, he pulled away. I didn’t move, my back still flattened against the wall as my heart jumped into my throat. I blinked but the only thing that came into focus was him. His face was hard. A hint of pain shown through in his eyes and I knew that I’d hurt him deeply.
“Don’t act with me,” he said gruffly. “This thing, you feel it too, and that is something your body can’t hide.”
It took entirely too long for my brain to catch up. My mouth fell open but no words came out. What could I really say? I knew what I was doing and I still did it anyway. Yes, because I was fucking scared.
“I want this but I can’t,” I finally told him.
He studied me for a long time, those intense eyes seemed to pierce through every part of me. Then he nodded once.
“Okay,” he said and there was no anger there, just understanding and patience.
