Page 36 of Seeking Vengeance
“What’s so funny?” he asked against her ear.
She fought the moan that threatened to bubble up at the feel of his hot, mint-scented breath against her skin.
“Wishes,” she answered. As if she would ever waste time on something so irrelevant.
Wishes were for suckers, for those not strong enough or smart enough to cope with reality. They created false hope and were counterproductive to getting off your ass and making the effort to change your own life.
The lesson had been hard-learned and ingrained into her very soul. Wishes didn’t stop beatings or rapes. Wishes didn’t give you a mother who tucked you in bed at night with a kiss instead of selling you to her drug-dealing pimp. Wishes didn’t keep your brother from dealing and whoring himself to put food in your belly.
“Everyone wishes for something, Nicki.”
“Not me.”
She hadgoals, things she had set her mind to. She would accomplish those and move on. She would not waste time wishing for things that could never be a reality for her. A nice home. A loving husband. A family who cared.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That was one of the saddest things he’d ever heard. Sean subconsciously pulled her closer, wishing he could just absorb her into himself. The feeling extended deeper than he wanted it to. Maybe, on some level, he’d hoped that she might wish for him.
“There’s nothing that you want?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that. But there’s a difference between wishing and wanting.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of her hair. He’d never thought moonlight had its own scent before, but it did, and it was right here, in this woman who had somehow weaved herself into his very soul.
“Wishing is for things you can’t get on your own. Wanting is for things you can.”
She relaxed into him, unclenching her fists and laying her palms against his thighs. Through the sweats, he felt the warmth of her hands, and every time she touched him, a new set of nerves fired to life. It felt good.
“I have no use for wishes,” she whispered.
Sean closed his eyes. If she kept touching his legs like that, he was going to have to excuse himself again. Apparently, a little DIY and a cold shower were not enough to get him through more than a few minutes in her presence.
“Then, what do you want, Nicki?” The question came out huskier, breathier, than he’d intended.
But hell, she was making those circles on his thighs that were driving him crazy.
His face was buried in moonlight. And her soft, warm flesh was pressing against him.
“You.”
Before he could process her response, she was out of his grasp, off the windowsill, and on her knees before him, tugging the sweats over his hips. Stunned by her speed and boldness, he was powerless to do anything but watch as she positioned herself between his legs. Nicki hungrily licked her lips as she ran her hands up and down his inner thighs. When her eyes met his, he could have sworn they glowed with silvery light. She pulled away briefly, just long enough to whisk the shirt over her head and bare her upper body. The feel of her skin against him sent shock waves of need through him.
“Nicki—” Whatever plea he would have made was choked off as she took him in her mouth. All thoughts, questions, and potential protests were gone the second the hot, wet heat surrounded him.
She was wildly aggressive at first, her nails like claws digging into his hips, pressing him back as her teeth warned him against trying to pull away from her. He sank back into the chair and closed his eyes at the bliss of it, groaning in response and pleasure. Only then did she begin to change her methods.
“Look at me.” Her voice, deep and throaty, thick with desire, reached through his lusty haze. “Look at me, Sean. Watch me take what I want.”
Sean forced his eyes open and found it hard to breathe. Her dark hair was splayed across his lap; her glowing silver eyes captured his as her pink lips sucked the tip of him. Now that she had his full cooperation, her hands slid forward for a better purpose.
She made love to him with her mouth; there was no other way to describe it. Her moist, full lips slid up and down the length of his shaft, now so hard and engorged that he could barely stand it. Her wicked tongue stroked at his sensitive flesh, rocketing him further into bliss. Her soft hands tugged at his balls, pulling them gently but firmly as she took him into her mouth, sucking lightly at first and then increasing the hungry demands of her pull; it was so fucking hot. A moan left his lips as her other hand was suddenly around him, squeezing and stroking, spiraling up and down, her delicate fingers not long enough to completely encompass him.
Sean’s fingers tangled in her silken black tresses and cupped the back of her head. Soft, feminine moans floated up to him, making him burn even hotter. Her full breasts pressed against the inside of his legs as she moved between them, positioning herself to take him from different angles until he reached his limit. Her gaze no longer held his; her lids were half-closed in desire as she focused solely on the task of pleasuring him.
“Nicki, baby, I’m going to come, sweetheart.” He forced the words out, a ragged, breathy string of sounds, just barely discernable.
Nicki pulled harder, stroked faster, until the first jet of his release exploded across her tongue. Then, she leaned back and simultaneously pumped him with two hands, capturing the rest on her breasts. When he was finished, she took him back in her mouth and licked him clean. This time, her strokes were tender. Her eyes, half-shuttered, were dazed in the pleasure that he felt, as if she were the one being loved.
