“I came to apologize,” Nicholas said, sounding a little exasperated. He stood and turned toward the window that faced the river. “But it seems to me you want to keep fighting. I can’t help wondering why.”
Well, that hadn’t gone the way Zienna had hoped. She stood and wrapped her arms around her torso. “I’d like to go back to bed.”
Nicholas spun around and stalked toward her, and she actually reeled backward as he reached her. Then he placed both his hands on her shoulders.
“I got upset, yes. But it’s not so simple.” He paused. “When I heard...” He expelled a sharp breath. “The truth is, Wendell’s my best friend, but we’ve always competed. This isn’t the first time we ended up dating the same girl.”
Zienna narrowed her eyes in question, but said nothing.
“Some of the best of friends have the biggest rivalries, even if they love each other. You and Wendell...it brought me back to our college days. In a way, my reaction wasn’t even about you.”
“Really?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Yes. The point is, it’s over now.”
Suddenly, Zienna was hit with a disturbing thought. “How do I know that you didn’t already know about me and Wendell? You two were always competing, maybe you got involved with me because you knew he was coming back to town. What better way to one-up your friend than to be dating the girl he used to sleep with?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Isn’t it? You question my loyalty, but maybe I’m the one with reason to question yours.”
“Enough,” Nicholas said. Both his hands went to her face. “Enough.” He brought his lips down on hers, ever so softly. “Enough.”
He eased back and pinned her with a gaze that was now filled with lust. Taking her hand in his, he forced it to his groin. “I am really tired of fighting.”
He was rock hard.
“This is our first real fight, isn’t it?” He trailed the fingers that were on her face down her neck, to the opening of her robe, dipping them between her breasts. “I’m ready to make up.”
Zienna said nothing, but her breathing became shallower.
Nicholas’s hand slipped lower, parting her robe a little more, but not fully. “This is what I was looking forward to. From the moment I picked you up and saw you looking so incredible.”
Zienna’s lips parted. But all that escaped was a wisp of air.
“Are you going to tell me you don’t want this?” Nicholas asked, his voice low and sultry.
She could, but she would be lying. She’d been turned on the moment she started getting dressed for dinner hours ago, anticipating what was to come. Wendell’s appearance and bombshell had thrown her plans for one hell of a hot night down the toilet.
“I’m still mad at you,” she told him. But she was also aroused. Her chest was heaving from a mixture of anger and lust. And all she could think was that makeup sex was just about the best sex there was.
“You won’t be mad for long.”
His words were a promise.
And with that, he loosened the knot on her silk robe and let the folds fall apart. As his eyes traveled downward, taking in the sight of her, he groaned with pleasure.
She was still wearing the lacy bra and thong she’d bought earlier. Just seeing the look of desire in Nicholas’s eyes had her forgetting all the unpleasantness of the evening.
He reached for her, pressing his warm palm against her belly. His fingertips stroked her skin before venturing a little lower, toward her thong. “Did you expect me to show up?” he asked, his warm breath fanning her face. “Is that why you’re wearing this?”
This was the way Zienna had hoped to end the night. She pressed her body against his hand, and Nicholas slipped his fingers into her panties. When he stroked her, a carnal sound of pleasure pushed past her lips.
Nicholas put his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him with force. Then his mouth came down on hers and he began to kiss her ferociously.
Heat consumed her. They shared a hungry, urgent kiss, the kind they hadn’t had in a while. Their relationship had become comfortable, and their kisses these days were more sweet and emotional than wild. The passion between them was generated by knowing that what they were doing was more than simply having sex.
But now, as he kissed her, he slipped his hands into her hair and tugged, creating a little pain.
Zienna made a purring sound. She liked it.
Nicholas drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it before grazing it with his teeth. Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth again, tangling it with hers.
His hands found her bra, and he none too gently shoved the lace covering her breasts downward, over the large mounds. The Nicholas of yesterday would have taken his time removing the delicate fabric.
“Are you still mad now?” His lips trailed her jawline, and teased her skin there while his fingers squeezed her nipples.
In response, Zienna gasped.
Nicholas’s mouth made its way to one of her nipples. He flicked his tongue around the tip before pulling it into his mouth.
“What about now?” he asked. “Still mad at me?”
“No,” Zienna rasped. “No, baby.”
He grinned, then took her other nipple into his mouth and suckled it until she was moaning.
Although lust had taken over her body, somewhere her senses kicked in. “The windows,” she said. “The blinds aren’t closed.”
Her breast was still in his mouth as he turned toward the window. “You’re right,” he said around her hardened peak. And then, obviously not caring if someone from the next building might be looking in on them right now, he laved the erect tip with his tongue.
Not with the tender, soft flicks of his normal style, but with fervor, as though he was trying to brand her as his.
He moved his mouth to her other breast and teased her with the same intense determination.
Zienna didn’t have the strength to stop him. The sensations were too electrifying. He sank his teeth into her nipple, again creating a mix of pleasure and pain. Then he moved his mouth to her other breast and drew it so deeply into his mouth, it was as though he wanted to swallow it.
“I want to do you right here, and I don’t care who sees.” He flicked his finger over the nipple he was currently torturing. “Almost,” he added, grinning up at her.
Zienna hadn’t encountered this Nicholas before, but she liked him. Liked him enough that she could make love to him right here, any onlookers be damned.
“Nicholas, baby, what’s gotten into you?”
“You.” He lowered himself to his knees and kissed her stomach.
He pulled at the sides of her thong, so hard it snapped. Zienna gasped as the elastic waistband stung her skin. But the next moment she moaned, when Nicholas’s fingers found her sweet spot.
“You’re wet.”
“Nicholas...” He wasn’t really going to do her right here, was he?
“Yes,” he said with resolve, seeming to have heard her silent question. He stroked her nub. “I can’t wait.”
But he was smart enough to angle her body so that her back was to the window. And then he swept his tongue over her most sensitive spot.
“Oh,