Beautiful Disaster (The Bet) (22 page)

The cabin, which Nicholas knew like the back of his hand because he and Matt had spent enough time here, was small and quaint, with no more than one bedroom, a small living room, a bathroom and the one kitchen in the back of the house.

He'd given Ellie a brief tour, taking her outside to see the small lake that made up the backyard. The large pine trees within the area added seclusion from the town. Once they'd settled in, they'd taken a drive into town, exploring the quaint boutiques that queued down Main Street.

Ellie purchased several items for Sophie, including the han
dmade mittens, the kitten plush
es, she swore to Nicholas her daughter would love and the knitted blue trimmed hat and scarf for Gabe. With Nicholas bragging about Ripley's Café making the best hot chocolate around, Ellie allowed him to treat her to a mug. The hot chocolate, sprinkled with cinnamon and swimming with tiny marshmallow had been
exceptionally good. With snow i
mminent
, they'd finally returned to the cabin
,
just in time to see the snow fall.

Dinner
was
comprised of
a
small Caesar salad and Farfalle pasta in creamy wild mushroom sauce. Dessert was
fruit custard;
Nicholas couldn't eat but enjoyed watching Ellie consume.

Nicholas cleared his throat and picked up the wine stem. He took sip of
the aged beverage to cleanse his mouth. The potency of the wine only added to the headiness already fogging his brain. "Are you enjoying your food?"

Ellie peered up from her empty dessert plate, the look in inscrutable pewter eyes had her flushed. "Uh---yeah." She bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze. She could feel his stare like a
torch
, scorching hot.

The air between them vibrated, the sexual energy danced around them like nymphs on gossamer wings silently coaxing them to give in to baser instinct. Seated across from
him, Ellie felt the enticement; sh
was so achingly aware of him that she felt the effects between her legs.

Ellie emulated
Nicholas
and
reached for her own stemware, filled halfway with water and drank deeply.

"Dance with me?" he stood by her chair, holding out his hand for hers.

Ellie licked her lips and stared up at him. "There isn't any music." She said dimly.

"Humor me." Ellie didn't even realize "No" was an option when Nicholas looked at her the way he did. She stood from her chair and dropped her hand in his palm.

He in
stantly swept her into his arms and
held her impossibly close, the gentle strength lying beneath his wool sweater comforting
her
. Firmly pressed together, from sternum to thighs and all in between, the differences between their bodies was not lost on Ellie. Vaguely
,
she wondered how it was possible that they could fit so perfectly together. But all thoughts escaped her as she was forced to give her complete attention to the man
who
conquered her heart.

They didn't need music, words or even looks to relay exactly how they felt in that moment. Time was lost to them, the world ceased to exist. Together, Ellie and Nicholas whirled around the enclosed sitting room. The dying embers of the stone fireplace illuminated the room and cast an orange glow, adding to the ambiance of their little world. In sync, utterly spellbound, they danced to the melody only they could hear.

"I need to kiss you." It was a desperate whisper uttered softly along the shell of Ellie's ear. 

Passion that echoed in her veins showed bright
ly
in his hooded eyes. "So kiss me."

"Yeah?" Nicholas did not allow her to break eye contact.

"Yeah." Ellie whispered back.

There was nothing chaste, sweet or gentle in the way he kissed her. His tongue pillaged the very moans from her mouth, so sweet, so warm. She eagerly met his tongue
,
thrust for thrust, their passion scorching them both. Nicholas could not get enough. Ellie's mouth was an endless fountain of sweet delight and each time he tasted
,
he yearned for more. He had a sweet tooth and she was the sugared antidote. His teeth gently pulled at her lips, nipped and scraped along her jaw and down the column of her neck with uncontained frenzy.

It was a fire that consumed him, unlike anything he'd ever felt, the cure, the whimpering girl he held in his ar
ms. Nicholas was beyond thought he
only acted on what he felt. His hands raced down Ellie's back, grabbed her ass with bruising strength and drew her intimately close.

"Nngh..." she stifled a moan, his thigh pr
essed against her throbbing sex.
Ellie felt him long and hard through the layers of clothing, pulsating. She panted against his chest, drawing his cologne into her lungs with each breath. Emotions, rampant and raw
,
thrashed through her core like insurmountable waves and Ellie feared she'd be swept away by the storm Nicholas was creating in her.

Nicholas'
ragged breaths warmed and cooled aga
inst Ellie's kiss-
swollen lips, foreheads pressed together, Nicholas said "Stop me now." he closed his eyes as if pain
ed. "Tell me to stop now, Ellie. I
f not
,
I can't promise I'll stop later."

The fact that he cared to propose the idea in their raw state had Ellie throwing the last remnants of her inhibition out the window and with a leering smile captured Nicholas's lips in a searing kiss.

"I don't want you to stop."

She gave a small squeal as he effortlessly scooped her from
the floor and carried her to the
couch. He knelt before her, his eyes feasting on her.

She was
so
beautiful; laying there for Nicholas's viewing pleasure alone that he could not help but stoop down and steal a kiss. It was hungry, heated and hard, telling of the desire and passion that lay in them both. Eagerly
,
Ellie met his tongue, full, warm and ever so sweet; it caressed his own in a languid brush of teasing flesh. Her
desire drove the heat in Nicholas'
veins to boiling, but restraint was what he would aspire for. Now was not for his rampant lust, but solely the pleasure of the woman who so easily enslaved him with her smile.
Ellie's pleasure was Nicholas'
desire to fulfill.

"What are you thinking about?" her f
ingers brushed his cheek, drawing Nicholas from his reverie.

"You." he said candidly, his hands snaked down to her outer thighs in a languid caress.

She smiled; the blush dancing across her cheeks endeared her that much more to Nicholas."Me...? What about me?"

"I want to eat you." He said
, his
voice filled with longing.

"So then eat me." Ellie whispered invitingly, hazel eyes smoldering, tantalizing Nicholas to a playground of debauchery and sin, the sweetest of all sins. She had him on tenterhooks, salivating like a beast, all too ready to rut. There was a need pulsating in him, greater even than that to lay plunder to Ellie's mouth, which he did with unrestrained gusto. His hands roamed, di
vesting all vestiges of clothing
until all that lay between them was nothing but skin; Heated, smooth, flawless caramel mocha skin
,
so rich in color, so supple in texture that Nicholas did not know which to do first. Kiss? Or lick? Suck? Or fuck? He began with the former and worked languidly down to the latter.

Inch by sweet inch, he showered Ellie with kisses, licked and teased her nipples to hardened twin points, and when he took them again into his mouth, he induced a gasp and moan that went straight to his cock. With every flick of his tongue across the pebbled peaks
,
Ellie arched further and further off the bed, offering her gloriously cur
vaceous body for Nicholas'
ravishment
,
mewling while Nicholas wholeheartedly gorged himself. Ther
e was not an inch of her lover
Nicholas was not eager to sample. He made love to Ellie's navel, the flat surface of her abdomen
was
a temptation that called out to his rapacious tongue.

But the apex of her was what finally drew Nicholas downward. Face framed between the junction of Ellie's thighs, he leered, meeting her hooded gaze, he grinned wickedly before descending his lips to devour her. The very first taste of her nearly undid him. She melted, radiated on his tongue, red hot, indescribable; he tormented her with all he had. She sang for him, her fervent cries of passion championed him to continue.

His insatiable tongue teased, gathered the essence of her in his mouth and savored it like juices from the proverbial fruit itself. Ellie bucked beneath him, sending slim hips off the mattress to which Nicholas brought back down.
He wrapped
his arms around her thighs
to hold
her
still
. Prodding, tugging, kissing, licking, suckling until all he could see, taste, smell, touch, and hear was Ellie. There was nothing else for Nicholas, no one else, but this woman and her pleasure.

"Nicky!
" Ellie drew in a sharp intake of
breath, her body bowing beneath his hands, her hands sin
king in his hair, tugging
and
holding
him close to her milky sex and then she screamed. Her soul fell back t
o earth, slamming into her body;
she
laid
limp, all sense of thought having escaped her.

Something primal
, very male, overtook Nicholas
as he watched her catch her breath. And as sure as he knew that the sun came up every morning and set every night, he knew that Ellie belonged to him. This was it. She was his and he, hers. He took possession of her lips, needing her like food, like air.

"Wow..." Ellie brought her hand to her fluffy robed chest and stood in awe at the beautiful scene set out before her. Right there, only inches away from where she stood was the porcelain master tub brimming with frothy white bubbles. Petals of roses trailed a crimson path from the doorway to the three steps leading up to the tub, dotting the bubbles. Around the tub and at the frosted window sill were aromatic candles that perfumed the air with the scent of juniper and citrus.

"Come join me," Nicholas invited from the tub.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ellie disrobed and joined Nicholas in the large tub that could've
comfortably
accommodated at least three more people. Ellie grinned, submerging herself in the hot water
as
she leaned back and
blissfully
sighed.

"Thank you for inviting me." She said with a smile.

Nicholas approached her. "There isn't anyone else I would've asked."

She was vain enough to admit to herself how much that statement pleased her. When he was close enough, Ellie leaned forward and stole
a kiss
. "Good..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his lips. "I want to be the only one." She kissed his chin, his cheeks and inwardly smiled when she flicked her tongue around his earlobe and he shuddered in her arms.

Beneath the surface of the water, Ellie could feel him growing, his length like velvet steel against her thigh. Feeling incredibly empowered by his reaction, she continued on her ministration making sure to pay extra attention to that spot just behind his left ear.

"Greedy aren't you?" Nicholas nearly swallowed his tongue as her hands found his aching cock beneath the water.

"Extremely."
T
heir gazes locked, Ellie licked he
r lips and grinned as Nicholas'
cock filled her hand. She slowly ran the pad of her thumb across the capped tip. "I hate sharing when it comes to my men."

"Christ..."Nicholas groaned as Ellie's hand jerked upwards and slowly descended.

The thick corded organ twitched and pulsed in Ellie's hand as he glowered at her. "Men?"

"Uh huh...you and all those other guys in my Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. I don't think I'm ready to give up those beautiful specimens of masculine beauty."

Nicholas'
growl was the only warning Ellie received before she was pinned against the tub, his mouth crashed against hers. She hissed,
pleasure and pain in Nicholas'
mouth as he pinched her nipples. She squirmed deliciously for him.

"Those guys don't have shit on me."

Ellie raised soapy hands and cupped Nicholas's face. "None at all." Slick fingers found her where she needed them the most and gently entered her one torturous digit at a time. It wasn't long before her hips moved in time
to
Nicholas's deft fingers.