The Fighting For Love Series

Chapter 22

Nick kneeled down in front of her, inserted himself between her legs, and gently took her face in his hands, avoiding the bruise on her cheek. Mia gasped, her whole body responding to his touch.

Nick leaned forward and kissed her. Mia closed her eyes as his tongue ran over her lips and then slipped inside her mouth. She moaned and opened her mouth to his, her hands clutching his t-shirt.

Her touch was like fire and Nick felt it even through his clothing. He wanted to be naked with her, right now. He wanted to be inside of her, those eyes gazing up at him as he nudged them both towards climax. He wanted everything.

OK, slow down. This isn’t a quick drunken f**k. No rush here, Spencer.

Nick pulled back for a second. “Is this OK, Mia?”

“Yes.” Her lips were soft and perfect and he wanted to taste them again. “It’s definitely OK.”

He ran his fingertip over her face, down her throat, stopped at the top of her dress. She shuddered as his fingers brushed her collarbone and he smiled. Her breath was coming faster now, and her breasts were rising and falling, just inches away from his hands. He moved his fingers lower, lower. Gently, he traced the outline of her n****e and she sucked in her breath.

He leaned in and kissed her again, his mouth hungrier and hotter. She responded fully, her body pressing forward, looking for his.

When his hands covered her breasts and lifted their weight, when he massaged them and tweaked their peaks with his thumbs, she groaned. Every part of her felt loose and airy; she was floating and light and all she wanted was for him to keep touching her.

Mia’s hands started to run over his body now: they went to the bottom of his shirt and she lifted it up and over his head. When she saw that amazing chest again – broad and strong and muscular – her mouth went dry. She ran her fingers over it, felt his heartbeat.

He closed his eyes, fighting to stay in control. Her touch was soft and sweet and shy, and he stayed still, letting her explore him.

He moved closer now and Mia’s legs tightened around him, her thighs pressing into his hips. This kiss was wild and unabandoned and was all about s*x. This kiss was the one that announced all of their intentions and desires and they broke apart, panting, knowing that this was what they both wanted.

Nick stood up and extended his hand. “Come on, babe. I want to take you to the bedroom.”

Mia took his hand and got to her feet too. “This way.”

She led him to her room, and turned to face him. He was looking around, smiling.

“It looks like you,” he said.

“It does?”

“Yeah. It’s warm and bright and beautiful.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“Come here, Mia.”

She went to him without any hesitation and he started to lift her dress, running his large hands over the generous curve of her ass.

She raised her arms over her head, forgetting about her shoulder. She winced and made a small sound of pain.

Nick heard her and stopped. “What’s wrong? What hurts? Your head?”

“No. My shoulder.” She smiled. “It’s fine.”

“Let me see, OK?”

Gently, he pulled her dress off. When he saw the huge bruise on her right shoulder, he blinked at it. “I didn’t see this before.”

“That’s because you didn’t see under my clothes before,” Mia said, a light note of teasing in her voice.

He didn’t smile; he kept staring at the bruise intently.

“Nick? What?”

“I’m sorry, Mia.” He touched the bruises on her shoulder and her cheek, ran his fingers around the bandage on her temple. “I should have been there when you needed me… I should have gotten to you faster. I could have stopped all of this from happening to you.”

“You told me that that guy came to the bar that night with drugs in his pockets, intending to hurt someone. That meant that he was watching you too, watching to see when you weren’t around. I don’t blame you, Nick, and you shouldn’t, either.”

He shook his head. “I still feel responsible…”

“And you’re forgetting one thing, aren’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“If that guy hadn’t done what he did, none of this would be happening.” She ran her hands over his chest again, down his muscled upper arms. “And frankly, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than where I am right now.”

He smiled. “That’s true.” Nick looked at her, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties, much curvier than he had expected, and his c**k responded, almost painfully, to her quiet, pale beauty. He had to make love to her; he had to see her come under him.

He wanted to be as close to her as it was possible to be.