Nerdy Girl Nation (Nerdy Girl #1) (28 page)

“And?” He ran his fingertip over the lifeline on her palm.

“Some collectibles, framed prints, books.”

He felt the rapid pulse at her wrist. “Will I get to see this nerd cave?” He leaned down and kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I suppose.”

“You suppose? You’d share the room with your father, but not me?” He trailed kisses up her forearm to her elbow.

“As long as you don’t make fun of me.”

He pulled on her arm by her elbow and brought her into his lap. She squealed at the sudden movement and grasped his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

“Never.” He kissed from behind her ear and along her jawline. He nipped at her chin and continued his journey along the other side of her jaw.

“I, um, have a lot of comics and toys I keep in there.”

“Toys?” He pulled back and looked directly into her eyes.

She tweaked his earlobe. “Not those kind of toys.”

“Do you have those kind of toys?” His brow rose with the question. He hoped so. A few items he thought of would be put to use often if she would be agreeable.

“Those are in the bedroom, naughty boy.”

“I’d like to show you how naughty, but I want to find out what kind of toys you keep in your nerd cave, too.” He now had a different image of Lego mini-figures and Iron Man cardboard cutouts displayed throughout the room.

“My favorites are my Thor collectibles,” she said with a moan when he licked and nipped at her collarbone.

“Thor, hun? You like the muscles, do ya?”

“Yes, I have to say . . .” She found the hem of his shirt, pulled it up, and ran the back of her fingers up and down his happy trail. “I do.”

He flexed his abs at her touch. “I’m glad I have a nice set.”

“Well, you’re no Chris Hemsworth. Since he’s married, I guess you’ll do.”

“I’ll do?”

She nodded with a sweet twinkle in her eye.

“I guess I need to show you how well I’ll do.” He stood and hauled her over his shoulder.

“Rob!” She smacked his ass and laughed.

“Hold on, woman.” He opened the bedroom door and walked in. “What do I do with you now?” So many possibilities came to mind as he caressed her thigh with his palm.

“I remember a promise.” Emma lifted the back of his shirt and ran her hand across his back. “You said something about your tongue loving me in a way no one ever had before.”

“Did I?” He bit into her jean-covered thigh to suppress the groan he was dying to let out.

“You did.” She moved her fingertips down to his waistband and thrust her hand between to grab his bare ass.

The groan flew out without his permission. He moved his hand up the back of her thigh and stroked between her legs.

“And about worshiping me in your bed. Ugh,” she whimpered when he pressed his fingers against a sensitive spot.

Rob threw her down on the bed. She bounced and let out a glorious laugh. He smiled so wide his cheeks stung with the stretch.

“I will worship you. All night if you let me.” He slipped off her shoes.

“We can sleep on the plane,” she suggested.

Rob reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He put his knee on the bed between her legs.

She held up her hand and halted his movement. “Just one thing.”

“What?”

“I’d like to keep my top on. I . . . I’m not . . .”

“Shhh.” He moved forward and covered her body with his. “I understand.” He gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Is it okay if I touch you here?” His fingertips hovered over her breast.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

He caressed the side of her breast while his mouth explored hers again. His breath mingled with hers, spicy and sweet. The anticipation of the moments ahead of them fell heavy in the room with each touch.

Emma pulled on one of the belt loops of Rob’s jeans.

“You want these off?” he asked and kissed the valley between her breast over her shirt.

“It’s the only part of you I’ve never seen. I’ve felt him enough to know he’ll be happy to meet me.”

She would be getting a new nickname talking like that. The cock whisperer.

“Very happy.” He moved from the end of the bed and stood. He popped the button on his jeans and stopped.

“No, keep going.”

“Tit for tat.” He pointed to her waist and raised his eyebrow. If she got a show, he sure as hell would get one too.

She popped the button on her jeans and he tried not to drool when she lowered her zipper. He noticed her skin pink up in her cheeks and down to her chest.

She slid her jeans over her hips to reveal her panties with a red and white circular pattern.

Is that a star in the middle?

“Don’t laugh,” she admonished.

“I’m not.” He grabbed the waistband on her jeans and pulled them down her legs.

She wore a tiny pair of boy shorts with the
Captain America
shield on the front.

“Holy fuck! How did you know?” He didn’t think he’d said anything.

“Know what?”

“
Captain America
is my favorite Marvel superhero. I even have the complete original series of comics.” He caressed the shield with his fingertips and moved lower to the wetness between her legs.

She moaned and arched her back. “Don’t talk about the Captain right now.”

He moved the material to the side and slid his fingers between her soaked lips.

She shivered while he stroked her then slid two fingers inside.

“Too much,” she keened. “Take ‘em off.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

“Now you.” Her voice sounded low and soft while she rubbed her thighs together.

The moment of truth. Women speculated about his girth. He’d seen pictures blown up to show his bulge in the grappling shorts he wore when he wrestled. In truth, he was average length but had a good bit of girth. His skin stretched tighter than he ever had before. He might have grown a few extra inches just for her.

Rob slid his jeans and boxer briefs off at the same time and kicked them away. Emma’s eyes widened at the sight between his thighs. He glanced down and gripped himself to check any differences.

“Do that again.”

He looked up to see Emma’s hand between her thighs.

“Do what?” he croaked before clearing his throat.

“Stroke yourself.”

One more look down and he saw a distinct difference. He wondered how it was possible, but he felt bigger.

“I’d rather you do it.”

Emma got to her knees on the bed before him. She grasped him with the hand she used to touch herself. The feel of her wet heat on him was almost too much. He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her closer.

“What’s this?” He felt a small, square bandage on her ass cheek.

“My birth control patch.”

He swallowed hard. “I’ve got condoms if you want to . . .”

She stroked him. “I don’t.”

No other words were needed. His mouth was on hers while he kneaded the flesh of her backside. She pulled him down on the bed with her and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“So fucking beautiful.” He licked and kissed his way down her neck and torso.

With a pause at her belly button, he shifted her shirt up a few inches. He circled her belly button with his tongue before licking from one hip to the other.

Her sweet aroma filled his lungs when he settled between her thighs and took his first taste.

He heard a faint groan when she moved herself away from him.

“None of that.” He placed his forearm across her abs to hold her still. “I’m having my dessert.”

Nip.

Lick.

Suck.

Repeat.

Her salty sweetness coated his tongue, but he needed more. He thrust his tongue inside her and was rewarded with a flood of her essence.

 She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him close while she rode her orgasm out on his tongue.

“Rob,” she panted.

He smiled against her and kissed the last waves of ecstasy away.

She pulled on his hair and brought his mouth to her own.

“You see how good you taste,” he said between kisses.

“Ugh.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against him. “Please.”

“My pleasure.” He grasped his cock and slid it through her wetness before he pushed inside.

He stilled. If he moved, their night would be over in no time.

She squirmed beneath him and dug her heels into his back.

“Give me a second. I don’t want to come until you do again.”

She squeezed him between her thighs. “I promise we can do this as many times as we can tonight, please make me come again now.”

He wouldn’t deny her and began a slow rhythm. She moved her arms around his neck while he sped up.

The years of wanting and waiting were nothing at that moment. She was his. With each thrust and breath, he claimed her.

His thrusts became uneven as he felt her quiver around him.

“Fuck!” he groaned through clenched teeth. The power of his orgasm knocked the breath right out of him.

“Yes,” her pelvis crashed against him and her whole body squeezed his.

After, Emma relaxed and released her hold on him. He slid out of her and moved to lie beside her.

“If there were a belt for this, you would so be getting it.”

He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “Good?”

“Not ashamed to say. Best ever.”

He smiled and pulled her up to face him. “And this is only the beginning.”

Emma slept about two hours when her alarm went off at four am. She turned over to find her sexy man lightly snoring as he lay on his side.

My sexy man.

She had no idea what she had been so worried about. Rob was gentle and loving, even playful in moments. She had never felt sexier than she did when she was under him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

After she watched him sleep for a few moments, she kissed him awake.

“Hey,” he said with a yawn. “What time is it?”

“A little after four. Phil will be here to pick us up around five.” Phil didn’t say a word of protest when she called him from the cab on her way to Rob’s. The consummate professional, he had agreed to the sudden change of plans without complaint.

“Ok.” Rob grabbed Emma’s hand and kissed her palm. “Let’s sleep for another half hour.”

“Not me. You might not mind smelling like sex all the way to LA, but I need a shower.”

“But I love my scent on you.”

“I’m not sure if the crew on our flight would feel the same.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, if you insist. I’ll jump in when you’re done. Tonight, I’ll make you smell sexy all over again.”

She leaned over and gave him a kiss that told him she would not accept anything less.

Once in the shower, she let the warm water rejuvenate her muscles for a whole new reason. At this rate, she would never have to go to the gym ever again. Her workouts with Rob would be more than enough to keep her in shape for the rest of her life. She had no idea she could be so flexible in bed. A tiny shard of excitement filled her belly when she realized they had several days to devote to the exploration of each other’s bodies once they landed in Atlanta.

Her smile never left her face as she dressed in her un-Emma-like travel clothes. Since she would arrive at the airport with Rob, they both needed to be in somewhat of a disguise. His new beard and different clothes would be enough for him, but she needed to dress more down than usual. The soft, worn jeans and her favorite
Soft Kitty
tee shirt would work as long as she wore a baseball cap and sunglasses too.

Rob sat up in bed when she came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

“Wow.”

“What?” She laughed and placed her things from the shower back in her suitcase.

“I thought you were gorgeous the morning we had the photo shoot, but this . . .” He waved his hand up and down in the air. “You are my fantasy come true.”

“You fantasized about me in tee shirts and jeans?” Emma thought guys fantasies were of women in lingerie or nothing at all.

“Those kind of shirts, yes.”

She looked down at herself. Her gray tee shirt with the stripped kitty was cute, but she didn’t think it was spank bank worthy. The top she wore the night before was tighter and her signature color of purple.

“I can’t imagine why.”

He got out of bed and walked to her in all his naked glory.

“Because.” He placed his hands on her waist. His thumbs slid underneath her shirt and traced the skin there. “This shirt shows me the real Emma. The girl with comic books stashed in her nerd cave. She would rather stay home and watch episodes of
The Big Bang Theory
than go out to a club. This is you and I like this Emma.”

She swallowed the rather large lump in her throat. No one but her family and close friends had ever appreciated the nerdy side of her. Derek did to an extent, but not like this. Not like Rob.

“I like being her. I’m glad I can be myself with you.”

“Me too.” He gave her a soft kiss and placed his forehead on her shoulder. “I’ve got to get in the shower now before I drag you back to bed and play with your other kitty.”

She smacked his ass and pushed him toward the bathroom.