I Want To Be Yours (3 page)

She was such a delicious temptation, offering herself unconsciously, her eyes glowing with warm entreaty. Damn if he’d deny himself any longer.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap.

“You need to stop grabbing me like I’m some damn rag doll,” she murmured peevishly.

“But I thought you wanted to help.”

“I do, but not quite like this.”

“If you want to help me, this will help me to forget,” he drawled silkily. He cuddled her closer to him, burying his face in the fragrant skin of her neck.

She sighed in resignation.

Mari didn’t protest his handling. She sat quietly and allowed him to vent, at his pace.

“I can’t get the images from my head. How could I not have seen this?” Nico asked in disgust after a few silent moments. He continued almost in a bored tone, “I wanted to smash something, smash her. But she wasn’t worth the effort.” He stood suddenly, pushing her off his lap to begin pacing, angry energy radiating and dictating his every action.

“Do you know I married her because she was pregnant? At thirty-two years old, a multibillion-dollar chairman and CEO of one of the largest companies on the planet, responsible for thousands of employees, and I got caught with the oldest trick in the book!” His bark of laughter was entirely self-recriminating.

“I thought, what the hell? I wasn’t likely to marry anyone else anytime soon, and no Darian was ever born out of wedlock? Well, the joke was on me, because it turned out she’d never been pregnant! Can you believe that shit? She very smugly confessed her coup today.” Nico bitterly laughed again, took another gulp of vodka, and kept pacing.

Mari remained silent, gazing at him with concerned, dark eyes.

“A month after our wedding, I was told she’d miscarried. These things happened, the doctor assured me, and there was no reason we couldn’t try for another child. For the past six years, we were supposedly
trying
to get pregnant.” Nico smiled grimly as the alcohol began to take the desired effect, giving him both a nice buzz and a sense of recklessness.

“I don’t understand. Why the affairs? She’d gotten what she wanted. Why the deliberate attempt to discredit and hurt you?” Mari frowned in anger, seemingly outraged on his behalf. “But seriously, Nico, who the hell gets married because of a pregnancy in this century? Your whole reasoning was flawed to begin with.”

“She did it because in the past two years, I’ve barely touched her, and couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her for almost six months now. I got her ass back, though.” His laugh was hollow as he told her of Celina’s walk of shame.

“That wasn’t very well done of you, Nico. She
is
your wife.”

“You’re going to defend that bitch to me?”

“Not defending, but regardless of what she did, what you did wasn’t any better. It was petty and beneath you. And why are you drinking like this, anyway?” She made a tsking, disapproving sound with her teeth, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Always my voice of conscience, aren’t you, baby?”

“Look, Nico, cut the crap. I’m not
your
baby.”

Her sharp reprimand inexplicably excited him.

“You need to get some sleep. Everything will look better in the morning. It’s time I got home as well.”

Leave? Not happening! Nico stopped pacing to regard her with intoxicated, unfocused, smoldering intensity.

Dio, she’s so fucking beautiful!

The fact that she worked for him, and the healthy respect he had for her brilliant mind, had thus far saved her from his advances. The company had needed her far more than he needed to get her out of his system. But tonight, those lush curves were too much temptation. Lust rode him hard, and he just wanted to lose himself in her.

Fuck the consequences
.

With vodka and careless disregard bolstering his judgment, he slowly stalked across the room toward her. His large hands clasped her tiny waist, lifted her from the chair and placed her on his large, mahogany desk.

Mari squeaked in surprise. “What the hell? Wait! Nico, you don’t want to do this!”

Ignoring her weak protest, he stepped between her legs, pushing her skirt up her thighs to make room for him.

“Yeah, I think I do,” he said with ruthless confidence. He greedily palmed the lush cheeks of her bottom, and pulled her close to his covered, distended flesh. He groaned in grateful bliss as he savored the feel of her against him, and held her immobile. The need to possess her surged through him as he tightened his arms around her.

“Nico, we’re not doing this again,” she whispered with her face buried in the cavity of his neck. She gripped his biceps with trembling hands. In fact, her entire body was quivering in agitation.

Her warm breath and husky voice against his skin made his muscles clench in heightened awareness.

“I need you. Please don’t deny me this.” His voice grew hoarse with need.

“Nico…”

“Just say yes, baby. I know you want this just as much as I do.”

He growled deep in his throat and softly nipped at her lips, relishing their softness. “Do you want this? Do you want me?” He sealed his mouth over hers with mind-numbing intensity. Murmuring his appreciation and all the wicked things he wanted to do to her, he explored her sensitive skin.

Mari couldn’t deny him; she wouldn’t deny him. She knew this was wrong for her, a bad career move, and a bad emotional move. She could so easily get hurt. But she’d wanted this for so long, wanted
him
for so long.

Tonight might be her only chance ever to have him. If it meant accepting him on the rebound or whatever it was he was feeling, so be it. She would take him any way she could get him.

I’m such a friggin’ slut for him!

Ignoring the last remnants of her conscience reminding her that this was a married man, she kissed him back with equal fervor, eagerly savoring his spicy flavor. She wound her arms around his neck, melting further into his warmth. “Yes, Nico, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want… I want you so much.”

“Then you shall have me.” He slid his lips over hers in a thorough sensual exploration.

With swift, efficient flicks of his fingers, Nico impatiently divested her of her jacket, shirt, and bra. When she was naked from the waist up, his eyes became almost silver with smoldering desire.

“Fuck! I knew you would be this beautiful!” His coarse hands tenderly, reverently skimmed over her body. “I’ve been dying to gorge myself in this lush body, these amazing curves.” He held her left breast in his big, masculine palm. It overflowed in his grasp as he repeatedly brushed the beaded tip. Her right breast did not escape his attention as he latched on to her throbbing nipple with eager teeth and tongue.

Mari clung to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he greedily feasted on one tight tip, then the other. Her thoughts scattered as each tag on her breast elicited sharp, throbbing need directly to her clit. She clasped his hair and held him to receive her kiss.

Mari could no longer deny her feelings for him. She wanted him to understand what this meant to her.

“I love you so much, Nico.”

He didn’t respond to her declaration, only deepened their kiss and utterly smashed any further thought with his sensual expertise. She couldn’t get enough of his taste or the feel of his hardness against her naked chest.

His hands were beneath her skirt and inside her underwear, caressing and gently stroking her naked bottom. Her drenched silk panty was quickly dispensed of, and her tight skirt was unceremoniously raised to gather at her waist. He trailed his lips over her quivering body, her cheek, neck, breasts, concave belly, and finally her inner thighs. Appearing momentarily paralyzed, he stared at her shaved, moist mound with silent, focused intensity, his eyes turning molten dark with desire.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful!” he whispered in awe.

Mari’s entire body blushed. She was in no way comfortable being on such blatant display.

“This body has driven me crazy for years. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to take you right here on this desk!”

Spreading her for easy access, he bent and licked her glistening, hard clit with his tongue, feasting like a man starved. Humming in obvious enjoyment, he pulled the glistening pearl between his lips and sucked gently, then more strongly.

“Oh my God!” Mari moaned loudly, finding the skillful proficiency of his tongue and teeth on her engorged clit sharply erotic.

“So sweet, baby! I could eat you all day.”

It was too much. Desire, unrelenting need, engulfed and destroyed her ability to think of anything other than what he was doing to her. Mari moaned and writhed helplessly, trying to find release from the torment he was inflicting on her senses. On the sudden introduction of a masculine finger to her drenched center, she exploded in a mindless orgasm, crying out his name. Her juices flooded his face and hand.

Her long hair escaped its confines and fell around them in a soft, intimate curtain. He loved the feel of the silky strands grazing his face and his back as he held her tighter, once again feasting on her lips, letting her taste her own essence. He made a guttural sound as the taut tips of her breasts were crushed against his chest, fueling his desire yet further.

“Are you okay?” With his forehead pressed against hers, he lost himself in her dark, molten eyes. His emotions for her rode him hard. The need to possess her bordered on desperation. He trailed his fingers along her spine and gently grasped her ass cheeks, massaging and loving their firmness and smoothness.

“Do you still want this? Say you want me.” He held her gaze, wanting to see her acquiesce to his demand, for her to submit to him.

“You know I want you. I’ve always wanted you, Nico.” Mari left no doubt on her surrender to his possession. She frantically explored him, caressing the rigid muscles of his back with the pads of her fingertips. She clumsily unbuckled his belt, unzipped his tailored trousers, and released his pulsing member from his briefs into her eager, soft hands. Her fingers were unable to close around the thick, veined, engorged length, but she gripped him gently, alternately applying pressure and releasing him enthusiastically.

Despite her obvious lack of experience, he was still undone by her touch.

“Ah, baby, that’s too bloody good!” Nico gently removed her fingers from his cock, afraid that he would embarrass himself by ejaculating prematurely. Being encased in her small hands was only exacerbating his lack of control. He’d waited too long to appease his lust of her.

He gazed at her naked, sexy body draped on his desk in an unconsciously provocative pose. It was too much!

Emitting a throaty growl, he kissed her with forceful, dominating urgency. Nico was shocked at his body’s response to her—her beautiful form, her touch, her taste. His knees felt like they would buckle at any moment, gripped by such startling pleasure he could do nothing to control the trembling of his limbs. He crushed her against him, wanting to absorb her into his skin. Holding her lush bottom in his palms, he ground his arousal against her dewy softness.

She rolled her hips erotically against his stiff length. He deliberately ground his shaft against her sensitized clit.

He closed his eyes in bliss at the exquisite feel of her wet heat against him.

Unable to wait another moment to claim her as his, he gently rubbed the mushroomed head of his shaft from her clit down to the mouth of her center, over and over. He drenched himself in her heat, ensuring her readiness. She trembled beneath him, her juices flowing at his gentle probing.

He suddenly thrust deep within her.

She cried out in stunned pain.

Nico stiffened with shock.

“Are you okay?” He made to pull out of her; she quickly crossed her ankles at his back and her arms circled his neck. Despite the pain she had to be feeling, her muscles continued to hold him tight within her core.

“Yes. Nico, please don’t stop.” She couldn’t hide the pain in her voice.

“
Dio!
You should’ve warned me,” he muttered, still trying to disengage from her embrace and trying not to hurt her further. He knew he was a large man. If he wasn’t careful, he could hurt even an experienced woman, much less a virgin! Nico swore, mentally calling himself every foul name he could think of.

I’m such a fucking blinker!

If he had thought about it, he should have guessed her innocence.

Again, she surprised him with her generosity. She whispered encouragingly, nipping at his lower lip, sensually stroking her tongue against his and finally kissing him for all she was worth. She was trying to comfort him!

Nico was incredulous that she could continue to be so giving after he’d selfishly hurt her. He was humbled by her pure, magnanimous heart.

Mari kneaded his back, grasping his ass in blatant invitation to continue, her fingertips biting into the smooth muscle.

She tried reasoning. “You need me and I love you. I had to lose it sometime. Besides, I wanted my first time to be with you,” she murmured, taking deep breaths, as if trying to lessen the pain. “But did you have to be so big? You’re like a huge, square plank forcibly wedged into a small circle.”

Her attempt at humor did nothing to appease his disgust at himself.

“
Dio mio
! You deserve better than this.” He furiously indicated their setting and her reclined position on his desk.

“No, there’s no one better. Please just kiss me,” Mari whispered softly, instinctively and seductively writhing against him. She rotated her hips against him in slow, gentle grinds in an obvious attempt to alleviate her growing need.

He couldn’t resist her provocative invitation. He gently withdrew and slowly thrust into her again, gradually feeding her his broad length an inch at a time, working himself in her until he was buried to the base. Her sheath fit snugly around him, squeezing him like a tight fist. He started with tender, deliberate strokes, guiding his shaft in and out of her channel. He cuddled her closer to his massive body, aligning as much of himself against her softness as he could. Her soft skin and scent was addictive. His cock thickened and lengthened even further at the blissful feel of her wet sheath gripping him. Making love had never felt this good, this sharp heightening of his senses, and this mind-blowing obliteration of his control. Every instinct in his body kept screaming that she was
his
—made for him, built for him. There was no other explanation for why she fit him to perfection, why she felt so right in his arms. Nothing had ever felt this poignant, this genuine.