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“I prefer ‘tenacity’, thanks,” Amy commented dryly, adding, “but you’re still as patronizing as you ever were.”
Nick bristled. Was he being condescending to her? “This isn’t going to happen, Amy. Chris is my best friend, and your brother. He would kill me.”
Amy grinned devilishly. “Doesn’t it make this all the more interesting?” She came closer to him, a current of electricity running through Nick’s body as she placed her soft warm body between his legs, feeling his erection through his shorts. He tried to stay focused.
“Think of me as your forbidden fruit, Nick,” she breathed into his neck, nibbling on him, “don’t you just want to sink your teeth into me?”
He sighed. Did he ever! There was no doubt he wanted her, but this was all too much, and too quick. He was consumed by the fragrant smell of her, the way her hair brushed against his bare arms, the way the contours of her body fit seamlessly with his. She was overwhelming his senses, manually overriding any possibility of rational thought.
“Don’t think about him, Nick. It’s just you and me,” she whispered, her long fingernails tracing up and down his back, making his knees feel weak.
“Let’s not lie to ourselves. We’re adults. We have needs. I want you. You want me.” She slid one hand over the front his shorts, sighing, grinning up at him. “Clearly.”
Well, he couldn’t hide the evidence. She’d made her case. Unable to argue, he mused that if Amy wasn’t so talented with paint, she would have made a great attorney.
Nick lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth, tasting her, feeling her exuberant response and trying to control his own. He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her onto the large counter and pressing himself between her legs. He felt the heat of her core through the flimsy fabric of his shorts as she tightened her thighs around him. His hands ran over her legs, his fingers playing with the loops of the bikini strings.
Amy reached behind her neck and untied her top, bringing it up over her head and throwing it on the floor. Nick absorbed the vision of her naked torso, the smallest of tan lines over her round breasts, nipples small and hard. He pinched them lightly between his fingers, cupping her breasts, stroking her silky skin.
“Suck them,” she instructed. Nick was taken aback by her directive. He was usually the one in charge. Still, he complied, unable to resist.
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