Fighting Strong by Marysol James Read Free Book Online

and her first thought was to wonder why her pillow was moving. She opened her eyes and she saw a muscled chest right in front of her.
    “Good morning.”
    Startled, she raised her head and saw Nick looking down at her.
    “Good morning.”
    He stroked her back. “Did you sleep OK?”
    She nodded.
    Nick had spent the past twenty minutes watching her sleep, almost bursting with happiness to have her back in his arms. For the first time since he’d made love to her and then run out of her apartment six weeks earlier, they had shared a bed, and he didn’t even care that they were both in t-shirts and underwear. All he wanted was to hold her again while she slept.
    OK, that wasn’t strictly true. He wanted far more than that, but everything else could wait. What he wanted more than sex was her trust. Her love. Once he had regained those things, the sex would follow.
    He lifted her chin and kissed her lightly. She closed her eyes, remembering how intense the kissing had gotten the night before. She had loved every second of lying in his arms, fully clothed, just kissing him and talking. It was the most intimate, passionate thing she’d ever done with Nick and she knew he felt the same way.
    Nick gently rolled over and pulled her up and against him. She clung to his shoulders and pressed her breasts against his chest. Their tongues and legs intertwined as their kisses deepened and lengthened.
    Mia’s breath came faster now and she felt her centre moisten and open. She stirred on the bed.
    “Nick?”
    Nick opened his eyes. She was gazing up at him, her eyes ablaze with desire and his whole body responded to her unspoken request.
    “Are you sure, babe?” he said.
    She arched. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
    He hesitated. “Maybe you want to take it slow?”
    She raised her hips to his, rubbed herself against his cock. “It’s been six weeks. I think that’s slow enough.”
    “I can make you feel good in other ways. I can touch you… kiss you. We don’t have to do everything.”
    She smiled and it was that pure, perfect smile that he had seen at the bar when they first met. His heart flipped in his chest to see it again.
    “But I want to do everything, Nick.”
    She lifted his t-shirt up, over his chest, over his head. He ran his hands under her pj top, stroked her naked breasts. She gasped as he took it off and lowered his dark head to her nipples. His tongue flicked them gently and her hands clenched in his hair, pushing his mouth closer.
    He lifted his head. “I’ve missed you, Mia. I’ve missed us.”
    “Me too,” she whispered. “Make love to me, Nick. Please.”
    He kissed her again and she ran her hands across his back, loving his strength. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, down the material of her underwear. He rubbed her lips through the cotton and she opened her mouth against his and gasped.
    God, she was just so wet, so open. So ready. Nick groaned and slid his fingers under her panties, stroking lightly. Mia shuddered as his finger moved closer to her vulnerable bud, an inch at a time, slowly. When he finally touched her clit, she gave a low cry.
    Nick circled her hard knot, loving how she moved against his fingers. She was soaked and he spread her sweetness around and around, feeling how slick she was.
    My God. How could I have been so fucking stupid as to risk losing this? Losing her?
    He lowered her underwear down her thighs, past her knees. She kicked them off and reached for his boxer shorts. She pulled them down and sucked in her breath when she saw him – hard and long and perfect. She wanted it. She wanted him.
    “The condoms are in the bedside table,” she said.
    “Not yet,” he said. “Not yet…”
    His fingers went back to her pussy and she opened her legs to them. He stroked her up and down before sliding a finger inside. They both groaned as her muscles pulled on him, pulling his finger in farther, closer. Mia tensed as her pussy started to flicker in small, pre-orgasm