Nicolas: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (13 page)

Now, all she wanted to dwell on was her alien chauffeur. The way his strong hands gripped the steering wheel fascinated her. She wanted those same hands on her, exploring her, making her tingle all over. She loved the way he paid attention to the road because she knew she’d get that same attention when he was driving her crazy with long, fog-inducing kisses.

If she didn’t know for sure she was the author of these thoughts, she would’ve accused Dante of spiking her food. Her stomach dropped as they pulled into the garage. She knew what she wanted tonight. What she didn’t know, was if she was strong enough to go through with it.

She called herself a coward even as she got out of the car door he’d opened for her. She lassoed every last doubt, putting them in a room in the back of her mind, closing the door on them. They could plague her tomorrow, but not tonight. Finally, she gave him a smile and escaped into the bathroom. A nice shower would help her in the courage department.

“Janis, do you want to watch a movie?”

She could tell he was standing on the other side of the door, not wanting to come in for fear of startling her.

“Only if you want to.”

She poured a good smelling shower gel out and began to wash her body with it. Once again, her mind went to Nicolas’s strong hands, caressing her as he washed her willing body. A strangled moan escaped her lips. She quickly washed off and toweled dry before she lost her courage.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Nicolas sat on the bed with his chest bare, wearing nothing but a pair of low slung track pants.

Now is the time to do something sexy her mind screamed. She searched her repertoire for a sexy move or at least a flirtatious one. Her thoughts mocked her as they showed her the moves she knew. Those that allowed her to go unnoticed or to protect herself in extreme situations. Sexy and flirtatious were never part of her life.

Finally having given up on appearing worldly, coy, or unbelievable sexy, she did the only thing she could think of. She dropped the towel. Her hitched breath was now coming out way too fast. What if in the stark light of the room he no longer liked what he saw?

“Angel?” His voice was deep and masculine, making her shiver a little. “For me?”

She nodded her head, afraid her voice would betray her.

He stood, letting those loose pants outline a hard, thick bulge. She gave a sigh. She could finally breathe again. He still wanted her. As silly as it was, she wanted to cry happy tears.

He stood still and stretched out his hand, waiting for her to walk to him, to say with more than a nodding of her head that she wanted this.

She gave him a bright smile, although it trembled just a little, and walked over to him taking his outstretched hand.

“I’ve waited so long for you.” He took her hand and raised the palm to his mouth where he kissed it first, then nipped at with his teeth. She giggled, because it tickled.

“Tonight Janis, I’ll bury myself deep within you.” He searched her grey eyes waiting for her.

“Please.” Her body shuddered as she pressed herself against him, rubbing like a wanton female. She would’ve laughed at the word wanton, but he chose that minute to kiss her and pull at her nipple. Instead, small beads of desire consumed her, making her want so much more.

He reached down and picked her up, holding her comfortably in his arms as he crawled to the center of the bed, before laying her down.

“You are so beautiful. I love the way your pale skin heats up when I’m around. You look cool and hot at the same time.”

She blushed. Who knew one woman could blush like this? She could see her body heating up, even as her pale skin stayed true to its color.

“You do this to me.” She reached out to stroke his face. “You bring out a side of me I thought I buried forever.”

“I like all of the sides of you. I want to taste them, feel them.”

Lying down next to her, Nicolas laid down next to her claiming her lips in deep kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth and stroked her tonsils, making her gasp for breath as she demanded more.

His tongue was like magic. The deeper he kissed her, the higher her need for him rose. Her mind came up with all sorts of things she wanted him to do before it short circuited and simply rolled around in the hotness of his kiss.

She arched her body as he licked down the side of her neck, making her feel little contractions in her stomach.

“I need you, Nicolas.” She could feel her pelvis in the air seeking something desperately as he leaned over and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth.

She cried out in pleasure the minute he sucked on it. She thrashed her head desperately as she felt his teeth tug, giving her tiny bites that increased her need for him.

She rubbed her hands over his back. She wanted to do more, but rational thought left. He traded nipples, pleasuring the other one as he continued to pull on the first with his fingers, squeezing it tightly between his fingers then releasing it to start all over.

Unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth as she begged him for so much more.

His body began to slide down hers as he placed kisses and love bites on her abdomen, stopping at her belly button to tickle her with his tongue. She squirmed as a spasm of lightening ripped through her body.

“Please.” Her breath sounded breathless and needy. She begged again loving the sound of her own voice.

“Nicolas, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…,” he ran his stiff tongue down until it was resting on the top of her mound, “to be deep inside your body.”

Her body was wet and ready as she panted, wanting to be filled, now.

His hand covered her sex and squeezed a little making her head fall back ripping a “Yes!” out of her. She wanted that too.

He leaned down and licked the juices that were streaming out of her. She pushed her hips against him, trying to get closer.

The feel of his tongue threw her over the edge as her body shuddered. The feel of him sucking on her clit made her eyelids flutter as darkness tried to take over. She fought it and stayed awake to enjoy the erotic pulsing coursing through her body.

“Angel?” He was leaning over her, rubbing his thick cock between the slick lips of her pussy, stealing her voice as she watched him with big eyes.

“Angel?” He asked again, waiting for her.

She nodded her head and thrust her hips, her breath caught as she felt what she had only been able to dream. He paused, giving her just a taste of what it would be like.

“Please Nicolas. Don’t make me beg.”

He leaned over and kissed her as he lowered his hips, easing the tip just inside of her wet pussy. Slowly he pushed. She felt her tightness grasp him until he stopped at a barrier. Her grey eyes flew up to his.

“Yes, Nicolas. Yes a million times.”

He thrust deep with his hips. She felt the barrier rip and reached up to hold onto his muscled arms as she experienced a brief pain. He stopped moving, letting her body become accustomed to him.

He was so deep she was panting. The thickness of him in her sent small quakes through her body. She tried to lie still, but lost the battle.

She swiveled her hips on his cock and moved, as emotions and sensations over-took her. Her moan seemed to entice him and he began to pull out and sink in slowly with each thrust, an inch at a time, deeper into her channel.

She cried out for more, but he wouldn’t go any faster, torturing her with the slow way his cock drilled into her. Her fingers clutched onto his arms, encouraging him to give her more.

He pulled all of the way out and pistoned into her faster as she let out a wail. The lips of her pussy quivered as he pounded deep into her. The beat of her heart matched thrust as gasps of bliss echoed in the room.

“So good, Nicolas. You feel so good in me. I can feel my pussy sucking you in deep, pulsing around your cock.” Her words became incoherent sounds as his cock continued to drill into her.

He hit a spot that made her open her mouth in a silent scream as her eyes found his, a curling that felt like the start of a fire fanned to life in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t control her body. She needed to get to the paradise she sensed was just over the horizon.

‘Yes, yes.” She chanted in her head, as her body went taut like the string on a balloon trying to float away. ‘Give it to me,’ she begged silently.

With one last thrust and his body came down on hers with a driving force making her explode. She gasped for breath as her body shook with a pleasure so intense that she went limp when she finally came down from her high.

It only took a few moments for her to realize he was still thick and throbbing inside of her.

“Nicolas?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to surge upward.

“Are you alright, Angel?”

“Never better. But I want all of you.”

He gave her a smile as he thrust in and out of her. She rubbed his back as little tremors began to gather once again her body. He thrust faster making deep noises that were driving her crazy until his back stiffened. He plunged deep, letting out a deep groan as she felt spurts of liquid deep inside her, making her body fall over the edge one more time.

She smiled up at him. He looked at her with pure joy on his face. She hugged him, hanging on weakly.

“I have never felt anything as good as you inside of me.” She placed a soft kiss against his lips.

He pulled out of her and she groaned at the loss of him.

“Janis, I’m never going to want to let you go. You’re my mate and I want to hold you forever.”

He took her in his arms and held her carefully. She glowed as his words washed over her. He wanted her. What more could she ask for?

Her eyes closed as darkness overtook her.

Chapter Seventeen

She’d slept like the dead or at least like a sexually satisfied woman. Last night would be one she cherished for the rest of her life. With a sigh, she made herself open her eyes and take a look at the clock. She would’ve looked at the clock, if Nicolas’s perfect body wasn’t blocking it. She felt her cheeks heat up as everything they did last night came back.

She moved her legs just enough to confirm she was sore. It might be from the second or third time he’d carried her to paradise. No wonder she’d slept so well. She gave him a wicked smile. No sense being embarrassed.

“Hi.” Her voice was husky.

“Hello, Angel.” He leaned over and kissed her. “How do you feel?”

“Great. A little sore, but still great.”

“I was thinking of making breakfast. Do you want some?”

“It depends. What time is it? Dee and Lorali are due at eleven.”

“You have time it’s only nine.”

“Do you think I have time for a soak?” She stretched again. A soak sounded wonderful.

“Yes. Let me draw you a bath.”

He got out of bed, flexing that fantastic ass, making her reconsider going to the mall.

*******

Hours later she smiled as she thought about her bath. Nicolas joined her. It was glorious, not a bit relaxing, although she did manage to get clean. Unfortunately, she didn’t manage to eat before the other women came for her.

Now she was standing in the mall with her stomach protesting loudly because she skipped brunch.

“Sounds like someone forgot to eat.” Dee gave her a big grin, followed by Lorali who gave a small laugh.

“Let’s get some food.” Lorali ushered them to the food court, taking her time to look around.

“Anything?” Dee asked, making a pass with her eyes.

“Nothing. You?”

“Same here.”

Janis noticed their vigilance. “Are you expecting trouble?”

“Always,” Dee said as she scanned the mall again.

“Then why are we here?” Janis asked, as she too looked around the mall.

“Because we can’t stop living our lives. If we let fear paralyze us we would never leave the house or need to have our mates with us all the time,” Lorali said, conveying both danger and independence.

“Be careful. I get it.” Janis looked around again as her stomach protested her lack of food.

“Let’s get something to eat.” They walked over to the burger stand before Lorali spoke again. “We believe there is safety in numbers. We always stay together when we are out.”

They collected burgers and fries and found a place to sit.

“Janis, how are things going between you and Nicolas?” Dee asked, taking a bite of her burger.

“Good. At least I think everything is going well, considering.”

“Considering what?”

“Considering he kind of adopted me. He kept me from getting seriously hurt in Sampson’s, and then saved my life several times. I’m sure he feels like he has to protect me.”

“Do you think he felt that way when he was making love to you?” Dee looked at her with inquiring eyes.

Janis felt her face turn red, all the way up to her scalp.

“What makes you think we did anything like that?”

“Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?” Lorali asked, as Dee pulled a small mirror out her purse.

Janis took a good look and shook her head. She was wearing a silly grin, like she’d somehow solved all of life’s problems. Maybe she had, at least all of her problems.

“No, when we had sex…” She stumbled over the words made love. “He definitely didn’t seem to think I was a burden. Nor did he act like he was doing it out of pity.”

“And with those words, I’ll stop pushing. You’ll have to get there on your own.”

As Janis rose and turned to take her trash to the garbage, she was knocked over. Helpful hands reached out to grab her so she wouldn’t fall. Helpful human hands. She tensed up waiting for the pain and the blisters. When nothing happened, she looked down.

She felt a slight heat, a little uncomfortable where he held onto her, but nothing else.

“Sorry, I was arguing with my girlfriend on the phone and not paying attention. Are you alright?”

She looked into the honest eyes of the man who kept her from falling and smiled.

“No harm done.”

He nodded and walked off, still talking to his girlfriend, but paying more attention to his surroundings.