Dani in The Blue Dress
The woman knew how to wear her clothes, he'd give her that. Granted, most of the women in this place did. There were times when he worked for the Hawks that he had forgotten how fashionable women could be. Sure, there were assistants and the secretaries, but most of them were just good hard working women. The type with families, kids, mortgages…most of them weren't V3 kind of fashionable. So, she'd usually stuck out when she was at the Hawks offices; mostly anyway, because if Juliette, Gabrielle or maybe one of the more illustrious reporters were around, then she hadn't stuck out nearly as much. Oh, of course there were always the wives and girlfriends, but most of them fell into one of two camps: hardworking soccer moms that were well dressed, but not exactly on the top of a most fashionable list, or that new money fashion sensibility, that tended toward tacky and totally fashion-less and often just downright slutty. True, there was a rare moment when one of them surprised him, but that was usually after a stylist got a hold of them for some special occasion.
Her approaching form caught his eye and he leaned forward in his chair. He followed the flash of blue through the office with his peripheral vision as he grabbed a file and then sat back and turned fully in her direction to enjoy the view as she walked away. He wasn't trying to watch, but he couldn't resist. This damn place had more glass than the Hawks offices and most of the suites didn't have blinds. It didn't do much for privacy. His brow arched and he smirked, though it did plenty for his snooping. It was hellishly easy to see who came and went around here even without the security tapes as long as he paid attention. But Dani's ass, well that wasn't a security issue. That was simply pleasure. Sex on two legs and something for him to think about later when he was alone and he couldn't sleep.
Today's dress-royal blue, clinging to her curves with a damn zipper sitting just over her breasts-well fuck him it was screaming, "Fuck me," and hell if he didn't want to. It's not like he hadn't wanted to for a long time. Damn Donnally for getting to her first. He'd fucked her over by pushing for something she wasn't willing to give him which ruined any chance he had with her. Not that he completely understood her fear of him.
God, that night on her porch…He still replayed that night in his head. He wished he didn't. He wished he could move on and stop fantasizing about Danielle Santino in his bed, between his legs, on her knees, her sweet mouth…He stopped himself before the evidence of his thoughts became all too prominent in this damn glass castle. Moving on, hell that's what Dallas was about, moving on for fuck sake. He'd given the woman plenty of chances. More chances than he should and he was just damn tired of having her break his heart. He shoved a hand through his hair. He had to give Donnally some credit for sticking it out with her. The woman never quite knew what she wanted, maybe because she wasn't quite willing to admit to what she needed. He shrugged, annoyed at himself for playing this shit over and over in his head. He needed to get this job done and get both of them out of it unscathed. Then he could just move on with his life, exactly like he'd planned. He hadn't lied; it was personal, like he'd said. He couldn't stay here anymore. He couldn't keep watching her with other men. He sighed, swiveled in his chair and watched as the delivery was made to her office.
He knew Sam was sniffing around her skirts and as much as it made him want to dump him in the East River, he didn't dare do it, not that he couldn't have done it and been sure no one would find the body…there were ways, but he needed to get the damn FBI off his back so he could get the hell out of here. He hid his smile behind his coffee cup, took a sip and set it back down. He had checked into the other man as soon as he noticed their mutual attraction. Based on all of Sam's previous modi operandi, he was only interested in one thing, and whether Dani was dating savvy enough to realize that the young, successful agent was only looking for an NYC hookup to go with his LA, Chicago and Houston friends with benefits, well that was yet to be seen.
He watched the flowers get settled at her desk and her assistant, the annoying blonde started fawning all over them immediately checking for a card. He already knew who they were from. It was his job to know where each and every personal delivery to a V3 employee came from. Flowers were the easiest. They had cards that were effortlessly read. With these flowers, he'd ask Dani about the card later and without lying pretend he had no clue.
He watched her walk back from Connor's office, she had an annoyed look on her face and he smiled because he liked that look on her face, especially since he was often the recipient of it. He had a few fantasies about that look. His phone rang and startled him from his thoughts. He checked the screen, frowned and then stood as he answered.
Later…
It was evening, he wasn't sure she'd be home when he started driving out here, but he needed to talk to her, or maybe he wanted to talk to her. He wasn't really sure. He was happy when he saw her car in the drive. He parked around the back and walked up to the door. The light was on in her office, so he figured that's where she was. He glanced at the bench on the porch and shook off the memory as he knocked. She pulled back the curtain first and then he heard the lock slide before the door opened for him.
"Nico?" Concern lilted her voice.
"Doctor." He slipped inside without an invitation. His eyes already noting she hadn't changed from work and he wasn't going to complain. "I needed to talk to you."
She waved a hand and rolled her eyes even as she shut the door. "By all means, come in, sit down, make yourself at home."
"Sarcasm doesn't really suit you Dani." He slid his overcoat off and moved deeper into the office. The house was warm and her presence was making him warmer.
She gave him a stern look and popped her hands on her hips. She crossed the room and stood in front of him. "Well, disappearing for six months without talking to me doesn't suit you, how about that?" She glared, her breathing heavy, her chest heaving as she looked up at him.
He turned and looked down at her and noticed she was close to tears. Obviously, he had no clue why. He set his coat on the sofa arm. He stepped toward her. "What's wrong? Did something happen, are the kids okay? Something at work? Did someone else approach you?" The zipper on her dress…he'd been thinking about it all damn day, but at work, well it had been modestly up, now with her chest heaving, and her breasts pressed up high against the material she'd either started to pull it down or it had worked its way down some. He hadn't meant to look, but hell he was human and this was a woman he wanted desperately. He found his eyes drawn downward. "God Dani…" He stepped into her space and grabbed her hips.
She shot him a confused look and her hands settled on his. "Whoa. And no." She shook her head and tried to step back, away from the heat of his body and hands. "It's just…nothing and never mind." She shivered, pulled back again, and when he didn't release his hold she added. "You need to stop touching me Nico." She licked her lips and looked him in the eye.
He shook his head very, very slowly. "Why?"
Her breath caught as she stared up at him. "I…uh…" Her hands moved from covering his to his wrists. "I can't think this close to you."
He stepped closer so that his body was only a breath away. In fact, when she took a breath her breasts just brushed the cloth of his shirt. She was forced to tilt her head back to keep looking at him and he smiled when she gasped up at him and her hands slid toward his elbows so she could keep her balance. "How about this close then Dani?"
His breath teased the hair along her forehead. The little wisps danced against her face and she nodded. "Oh hell…not here either…"
"You nodded, but said not here either. So where?"
She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Just tell me why you're here? What is it you needed?"
He almost groaned at the sight of her tongue. What did he need? She was asking him that now? His right hand moved up her side and she almost jumped.
"Nico, please…" She swayed toward him. Her breasts brushed his chest, one hand moved up to his shoulder and to his neck.
His hand followed the path of blue along the black inset at the waist of the dress and then his palm skimmed her breast. His thumb brushed the nipple that was already straining through the material of her bra and the form fitting dress. The hand at her hip pulled her forward and he pressed himself against her belly with a soft gasping moan. He wasn't sure whose moan it was because sound came from both of them.
He inhaled her scent. It hadn't changed, not from the night Marshall had been pronounced dead, or in the office elevator, or when he bent over her desk. It hadn't changed from his dreams. He bent down, closed the gap between her ear and his lips. He traced her ear with his nose. "Do you really need to ask what I need?" He rocked his hips forward in a sensuous roll. "Why I'm here?"
Her fingers found the hair at his nape and she teased it. She gripped and released it and then massaged at his scalp. "Four words or less Nico."
He kissed her cheek, his lips slid to hers and just before he kissed her, he pulled back, lifted his head and smiled. "Throw my words back at me Doctor." He shook his head. "I could be vulgar and do it with fewer, but fine. I need you now."
He pulled her against his chest just as his mouth descended on hers. He didn't hesitate to press his tongue into play. He wasn't going to take his time. She'd had plenty of time. He'd given her space. This was about letting her know he wanted her and needed her. He had tried waiting, and either she didn't realize or she didn't care. He needed to know which and he needed to know now.
He wasn't surprised when she kissed him back. He knew she'd respond because the sexual tension between them was heady, but damn it he wanted more from her. He pulled back and held her at arm's length as he tried to regain his focus. He watched her sway toward him.
She whimpered and gripped neck, tried to pull him back down. "Please…"
"Please what Dani?" He was frustrated. He wanted her, but he'd played a long game already. He could wait another few minutes. He motioned toward the door of her office, out into the house. "Please take you to bed? I want that, but then what? Are you going to ignore me again? Pretend it didn't happen? When my work at V3 is done are you going to let me go to Dallas and not ask me to stay?"
Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "What? I…" She shook her head. "I didn't…Nico that's not what…"
"It is." He tightened his hold on her. "We would have made love that night." His eyes drifted shut as the memories washed over him again. "God you don't know how often I dream about that night." He opened his eyes and searched her face. "I wanted it to end differently for so many reasons Dani." His hand slid to her jaw and cupped her cheek. "If I wouldn't have made you talk to me Danielle, you never would have. You ignored my calls. I had to sit across the street in my car just to make sure you were okay."
"Oh my god, you did that?"
He saw her go pale and then watched as pink flushed her neck and cheeks. He nodded and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I needed to know you were okay." He couldn't resist letting that hand move down her neck and over the swell of her breasts. "This dress had been distracting me all day." He added absently as he toyed in the little V the zipper had made. "God, who would put a zipper here?"
Goose bumps pebbled her skin and she moaned. "Wait…please."
He stopped and his hand moved to her shoulder as his eyes slid back to her face. He sighed in resignation. "I've been waiting and I've had enough." His voice took a colder quality, his hands dropped away from her and he took a step back and then another. He hated the loss of her heat, her scent and he squashed the hurt inside him. He reached inside the pocket of his sport coat and pulled out an envelope. "Here, before you sleep with Sam you should know he's not exactly looking for the same thing you probably are." He shrugged and then added almost cruelly. "Then again, maybe you are looking for something casual." He looked her up and down from her fuck me heels to her zippered bodice. "Maybe if we would have slept together I would have ended up with the same cold shoulder I got?" When she didn't take the envelope, he pressed it into her hand as he brushed past her.
She watched as he picked up his coat, she dropped the paper in her hand with a gasp. "Oh my god I hurt you and I never realized." She walked toward him. She lightly put her hand on his arm. "Nico, please talk to me. I never meant to…"
He turned, startling her silent, and had her against the wall in seconds. His body pressed full length against hers. The evidence of what he wanted was hard against her belly. His mouth caught hers in a desperate kiss all tongue and teeth as his hand tangled in her hair. He heard her moan and felt her small hands slide to his waist and it only encouraged him. He angled her head and deepened the kiss. One hand moved to her hip and gripped a handful of her dress, bunching it up some and revealing some of her thigh. His fingers found smooth skin and he couldn't resist stroking it even as he pulled the dress slightly higher. He ripped his mouth from hers dropped his head low and pressed his forehead to the wall beside her ear and panted. "I'm beyond talk right now Danielle." The hand in her hair massaged while the one on her thigh inched inward and upward.
She stared over his shoulder and shuddered. Her hands slid along his waist, up his chest and then she was pushing him away.
He dropped his hands with an angry, almost silently whispered, "fuck", took two steps backward and then was surprised when Dani's hands were pressed against his chest and she was staring up at him. He looked down at her, confused. She'd obviously said something he'd missed in his frustration because her hands were moving to shove his jacket off his shoulders. "Dani…you better know what you want. I can't do this again…"
She didn't say anything, just pulled his coat off and then set her sights on his tie. She made quick work of it, still silent but her eyes were heavy with something. He saw it as a dare. It was something he hadn't seen before and it sent a thrill through him. He watched her finger his tie, he watched as she skimmed it over her skin. He wanted to follow its path as the dark expensive silk slid over her neck and breasts just before she let it drop almost carelessly to the floor. She licked her lips and shoved him backward another step or two until he felt the couch behind his legs and her hands at the waist of his pants. She fingered the buckle of his belt, looked up at him and bit her lip.
She shook her head and finally found her voice. "You didn't want talk..." She watched his face as her fingers slid the leather through the buckle and pulled it loose, and then her nails raked over the straining fly of his pants. "You're a man of action. I'm taking a page from your book and apologizing your way…shut up and let me."
He hissed and his hips rocked forward without him even realizing they had. "Oh god baby…" His eyes clouded for a second as she unzipped him and he fisted his hands at his side. When her hands slid into the waist of his boxer briefs and shoved them down his hips along with his pants he wondered if he was dreaming, but then she had his erection free, the pants clear of his hips and she shoved them lower just before she pushed him gently in the center of his chest.
"Sit the hell down."
He swallowed and sat back on the patterned sofa. The sofa he'd sat on so many times before and talked to her. He'd fantasized about her on this sofa and even about what was happening right now. He toed off his shoes as she pulled his pants down. She paused for his socks and he wanted to scream at her to leave them the hell alone. His cock bobbed against his belly and he started on his shirt buttons, fumbled with them, not caring if he ripped them free or slipped them through. The last two popped as she ran her hands up the outside of his legs and he simply pulled and threw the shirt over the back of the sofa.
His legs spread wide and she settled on her knees between them. A dream, this had to be a dream. He'd had so many like it and he'd wake up hot, hard and sweat covered with her name on his lips. His hands sank into her hair, he pulled the pins and ties holding it up out and lifted her face so he could see it.
"Don't let me wake up…please."
Her nails raked up the inside of both thighs, but paused just at the base of his leaking cock. She smiled up at him and licked her lips. "You dreamed about me?"
He moaned at the sight of her tongue. "Oh god…Dani…don't stop…"He'd beg, he didn't care at this point and as he watched her lower her head over him he realized he never begged. He didn't have to. He didn't have women lining up, but if he wanted a partner he had several he could call. He hadn't wanted anyone except Dani in a long time. His thoughts fled and his focus became pinpoint when her tongue slid across the tip of him. He didn't dare move, except for the hands in her hair which flexed and relaxed in testament to his tension.
One hand fisted around the base of him, she used her nails ever so lightly to tease lower, down under his sensitive sac. She alternated a light massage with a flicking, tickling of her manicured nails. She was rewarded when his hips flexed under her mouth as her tongue slid over him, her mouth down his shaft. Her eyes moved to his face to find his eyes watching her. She didn't stop, but bobbed down his cock in a steady rhythm.
Her mouth was hot, her fingers sure and sensual. Technically, he'd had better, but she was eager and this was Dani and it didn't matter because she was touching him and that made it the best mother-fucking blow job he'd ever had to date. He watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth and if she didn't stop doing what she was doing with her other hand, he wasn't going to make it another minute. He growled, tightened his hand in her hair and tugged backward. "You need to stop…not like this…" Her mouth popped free and she sat back on her knees panting, catching her breath.
He reached out and stood her up as she wiped her mouth smiling at him with a dazed expression.
"I wanted to finish." She purred as his hands slid up her outer thighs, pushing her dress higher until he found her panties at her hips.
He tugged them down roughly, tossed them to the side and shook his head. "I've waited too long…god woman come here." He pulled her toward him, onto his lap so she straddled his hips. The dress bunched up at her hips and he had the first glimpse of her. It was erotic as hell and he moaned as she settled over him. The pressure and heat of her, his still slick cock sliding against her ass as her thighs spanned his lap. His eyes fell to her chest and that damn zipper. "This dress Dani…" he reached for the tab and tugged it down, opening the bodice. "Zippers, god this fucking thing has tortured me all day."
She laughed. The throaty sound was sinfully sexy and he pulled her forward to bury his face in her neck. He nipped and bit as his hands moved up her back to the shoulders of the dress to drag it down. The stretchy material didn't resist much and followed the gentle slope of her shoulders and down her arms until she was covered only in the black lace bra.
"You're beautiful. I knew you would be." He kissed her shoulder and down her neck. He covered the swell of each breast with kisses while she moaned his name and held to his shoulders like she was drowning.
She panted and arched toward him. She gripped the back of his head when he sucked her right nipple through the lace. "Oh…yesss, please, more of that."
He laughed against her skin and teased the left with his fingers. He wasn't sure if he was laughing in relief or simple joy. He lifted his head and caught her eye, and over her shoulder, the open office door. He inhaled, kissed her cheek and bit her ear. "The door Dani…Lindsay?" He nuzzled her neck, hating that he had to think practically sometimes.
She shook her head, reached between them, stroked him. "At Winter's…won't be home." She rocked herself against her own hand and moaned.
He watched her, so overtly sexy right now, so unlike her usual self. He smirked. "Mmm, such a naughty thing to do Dani." He really wasn't surprised. He'd had a feeling she could be wild in bed. So it didn't surprise him that while he watched she leaned back and teased her clit and then slid a finger inside. His mouth fell open, his cock jerked in her other hand and the hand that had been working the clasp of her bra slipped. He paused, fiddled around with the strap like a kid in Jr. High and then finally managed to get it undone. "Holy fuck…I need you."
The bra slid down her arms and she was forced to stop what she was doing to remove it from her wrists. She did and then leaned into him with a moan as she reached for his shoulders. "I need you too, Nico…please." She whispered in his ear as her nails trailed down his chest. "Make love to me."
He growled. The way she said his name in that low, throaty whisper made him want to bury himself inside her then and there. He considered it, but he still wasn't sure where this was going. If this was all he was going to have before Dallas, he was going to take his time and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He pulled her against him and his mouth found her throat, his hands pulled her hair, arching her head back. Kisses and then bites soothed by his tongue made their way down her neck to her chest. He nipped at the side of one breast while he rolled the nipple of the other. She moaned when he pulled the nipple into his mouth and suckled. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin, which sent electricity straight to his cock.
"Feels so good…please…" She shifted her hips, pressed herself against his cock and it slid against her clit. She gasped at the friction and then lifted her hips to repeat it. She moaned as she moved in a rhythm against him.
He released her hair and watched her. She was beautiful and he didn't want her to stop, but he had other ideas. He moved, shifted and laid her on the couch and stretched out over her. He smiled down at her and let his hand skim down her body. "I want to touch you Dani." He gripped the dress, still bunched around her waist. "Up." When she lifted her hips he tugged down and pulled the dress over her ass. He dropped it on the floor and stared up at her from by her ankles.
She lifted her foot and nudged him. "Mmm, god you are gorgeous to look at." She reached for him and then moaned when his hands slid up her legs.
He pushed her thighs apart, bent her knees and moved her left foot to the floor, spreading her wide. He arched an eyebrow and gave her a wicked smile as his hands slid up under her thighs to cup her ass. He pressed a kiss to her left inner thigh and then her right. She shivered, giggled and lifted herself toward him.
"Oh god please…" Her hands sank into his hair.
He smiled up at her from between her legs. "What is it you want Dr. Santino?" He licked the sensitive crease at the top of her thigh and arched his eyebrow as he settled himself in.
She yanked his hair sharply and chuckled. "In my dreams Mr. Careles, you do magic with that mouth." She purred at him. "Can you live up to your fantasy self?"
He laughed even as ran a finger through her wet slit. She was dripping and he couldn't wait to taste her. Knowing she dreamed about this only added to his lust. He watched her face and exhaled slowly over her as he spread her with his fingers. "You're a tease, but you'll have to be the judge of that Danielle." With that his tongue slid slowly over her hot flesh, but he didn't touch her clit.
Dani writhed under him as he teased her, but avoided her most sensitive spot at first. He moaned at the taste of her and teased her as deep inside as he could get, fucking her with his tongue until she rose up to meet his tongue thrust for thrust.
"Please…Nico…" She begged him as she squirmed under him in desperation.
His tongue finally slid upward to dart and press over her clit and when she was once again moaning and writhing, then his mouth wrapped around the small nub and he sucked and pulled in a rhythm that had her screaming his name.
He slid a finger inside and then added a second one while his mouth continued its torment on her clit. That was when her head lifted from the bed and her heel dug into the couch. She was suddenly quiet, except for her breathing.
She hovered under him tense for a few seconds, her hands in his hair, her body pressed up hard to his mouth as she clenched around him. She gasped. "Yes, god…fuck…I'm going to cum…" Then she did.
Nico felt her body tighten around his fingers and he didn't stop what he was doing until the pulsations lessened and her body relaxed back against the couch and her hand released his hair. Then he lifted his head and smiled up at her as he kissed his way up her body. He pressed a kiss at her collarbone and smiled again as she purred and stretched.
"So, how did that compare to Nico de la noche?" He winked.
She giggled, threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a long kiss. She moaned when their tongues met and lifted her hips against his. She kissed him for a long time and then pulled back and looked at him. "I give you a perfect ten." She giggled. "Nico de la noche?" She asked hesitantly and when he nodded she continued, "I give him only a seven now that I've had the real deal."
He looked smug, as he kissed her again quickly and then pulled back. "Good. Now, I'm in a hurry." He pressed his cock to her thigh. He looked around the room. He didn't want to get up, but he needed to find his wallet. "Need my pants, where are they?"
Dani frowned in confusion. "What? Why? You can't leave now…"
He heard her panic and felt her fear as she gripped him. "Shh, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled and located his pants with his eyes. "I only need my wallet Dani."
He watched her blush.
"Ooohhh." She covered her face. "I'm an idiot."
He shook his head and pulled her into his arms. "No, you're cute as hell." He kissed her cheek, stood up, picked up the pants and then fished out the wallet. He pulled out the condoms he had tucked away and was back on the couch in seconds. He wasn't about to waste time. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. He smiled up at her. "I'm not about to leave again Danielle. Nothing short of a natural disaster is forcing me out of this house." He pushed her hair over her shoulders and smoothed it down her back. "Not until I'm satisfied…" he pulled a nipple into his mouth and teased it until she squirmed and gasped. He held her hips and let his thumbs play over the creases of her thighs before he pulled back to look at her. "Mm, and before your satisfied."
She gave him a throaty chuckle and ducked to reach for the condoms he'd set beside him. "Well, if you keep that up, you're going to have to work on satisfying me again." She arched her eyebrow playfully as she tore the foil lined wrapper and reached between them for his cock. "Nico de la noche did more than use his mouth you know?"
His breath left him as her hand stroked over him, bringing back to full hardness. His hands dug in at her hips. "I bet he didn't know all my tricks." He leaned forward as she rolled the condom on. His head pressed into the curve of her neck as he lifted her ass up, scooted himself forward and under her and then seated her just where he wanted her. He held her there, and lifted his head so he could watch her face. "I'm not missing this for anything Danielle."
He hitched his hips forward and slid home with agonizing slowness.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her face was a mask of something between pleasure and what appeared to him to be pain. He paused when she made a sound in the back of her throat and her nails dug into his shoulders in such a way he wondered if she drew blood. "God Dani, you feel so good, but are you okay?" He ran a hand from her hip up her side and cupped her cheek.
She nodded at him and sighed as she moved slowly against him. "Just move…please…" She lifted up and her head fell back on her shoulders with a moan. "Oh fuck…" She brought her head forward and her hands found his face and then she was kissing him as she rode him.
The kiss was intoxicating and Nico had a difficult time not getting lost in the taste of Dani on his tongue and the feel of her wrapped around his cock while her hands roamed his chest. He needed to focus to hold on and not cum the moment she repeated that little wiggle of her ass and tightened herself around him. He pulled his mouth away to catch his breath and licked and bit his way to her ear.
He could taste the salt on her skin. He knew his was just as slick with sweat. The room had been warm, but now it was hot. Dani's hair was clinging to her temples and the nape of her neck. He kissed his way between her breasts and then shifted them so that she was on the couch under him. They fumbled some, adjusted, and then he was sliding into her again, this time he was setting the pace as he braced himself over her. He pulled a breast into his mouth, teased it and hooked her right ankle up over his hip so he could get a better angle.
Dani moaned and strained under him. Her hands pulled him to her. She whispered encouraging words, dirty words, the kind that heated Nico's blood and he bit at her throat with increased hunger as he drove into her over and over.
"Nico…" She arched up under him. "Please."
He lifted his head and caught her lips quickly, pulled back and then reached between them to find her clit. "You're going to cum Dani, since you beg so pretty." He rubbed her clit and drove into her over and over and then swirled his fingers with an easy pressure as his pace increased. He wasn't going to last and he knew it.
"Oh god…yes…fuck yes…" Dani gripped Nico's hip and pulled him toward her hard. "More, yes…there…" She nodded when he stroked her just the right way and Nico didn't stop then just repeated the stroke, with the same rhythm.
He smiled down at her and slid in and out steady and true while his fingers pressed and played over her clit. Sweat ran down his back and he cocked his hips and punched them home again. "You're so damn sexy." He ground out as he pushed her over the edge.
Dani arched against him, her muscles tight and then waves of pleasure hit her, rolled out and crashed over her. She moaned as she rode them out.
Nico didn't wait, he couldn't. He'd waited too damn long already. His pace increased and became something almost brutal as he moved toward his own orgasm. He threw his head back, growled Dani's name and came before collapsing against her on the couch out of breath, hot and sweaty.
The shove to his shoulder and muffled curse against his chest made him finally move. He flashed an ornery smile when he lifted his weight which forced him to reluctantly withdraw. He took a few seconds to remove the condom, tie it off and set it on the floor to deal with later and then he settled back with his legs up and pulled Dani up against his chest. He kissed her neck and when she turned he captured her lips with a slow kiss as his hands roamed over her body.
She sighed, snuggled against his chest and turned into him. She looked up at him expectantly. "Stay the night…please?"
He was surprised, but he wasn't sure why. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Honestly, he wasn't they stay the night kind of guy. Ever.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled as he smoothed her hair from her face. "Do I get breakfast?" He kissed her nose. "Dream Dani makes me breakfast."
She snorted. "Really…you dream about me making you breakfast?"
He nodded. "Mmm-hmm, French toast, orange juice, bacon and you serve it to me in bed…" He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "In the shortest little French maid costume I've ever seen."
"Mr. Careles I may rescind my invitation." She slapped his arm playfully and giggled. "A French maid- could you have tackier taste?"
He rolled his eyes. "I could…I really could, but if you haven't taken back the invite, I accept on one condition."
She frowned and sat up. She gave him a serious look. "What? I swear, we'll be careful at work, maintain boundaries and be appropriate."
He shook his head, sat up and pulled her in for a rough, but playful kiss. Then he stood and started picking up clothes that were scattered. He shot her a look. "That's not what I meant. It's important, all of it, and necessary, and you might need to keep this dress out of rotation. Damn thing drives me to distraction." He held the dress up and winked. When she giggled, he bent to pick their shoes from the floor and then he turned to hand a few things to her, "Carry those will you?" When she took them he moved back to the couch area, straightened the pillows and picked up his socks. "My condition is," he turned back to find that she'd put his shirt on while he'd been picking up. He smiled and looked her over.
She smiled at him as he headed toward her. "Your condition? You were saying something?" She stepped into his arms when his slid to her waist.
He chuckled. "Currently, my condition is very interested in you in my shirt or maybe getting you out of my shirt…" He kissed her and slid his hands down her hips so that his fingertips could just skim up under the edge. He wanted to feel her skin, to see her skin. He loved the way she looked in his clothes and something inside him swelled. He pushed it back, down and away. Dallas was still there. He still had Dallas to fallback to. She'd hurt him before. He let his eyes drift shut for a second and then he opened them with renewed focus. Why was he giving in? He wasn't sure yet…again. He wasn't a stay the night guy. His fingers slid higher, he felt her shiver and saw her rosy nipples harden through the light material of his shirt. God, she was killing him. He licked his lips. His voice was heavy. "Mmm, sexy…but I was saying that as long as we move this to your room, I'll stay." His body was starting to show renewed interest and he pressed against her belly lightly. "Well, I was going to say something about my old bones needing to sleep in a bed, but fuck that now…" He smiled down at her. He had no resolve with Dani…none. He wanted her. Fuck, he'd take tonight. He'd already had some of the best sex he'd had in a long time. He almost rolled his eyes, considering he'd just broke one hell of a celibate streak it was technically the only sex he'd had with a partner in over nine months.
He cleared his throat and smiled at her. "Now, I'm just too old to make love on this couch more than once."
She gave his still naked form an appraising look. "So, there's going to be an encore?"
He tucked her under his arm, totally unconcerned about his nudity as he led her out of the office. She couldn't see his face, the grim set of his mouth. What was going to happen after tonight? Next week? God, what he wouldn't do to keep her with him…He tightened his hold for just a second. "Remains to be seen." He whispered against her hair.
