It seemed there was only one place she was welcome as far as Nye was concerned, and that was in his bed. Thinking of the return of that prizefighting rabble made her face flame. They would be the same crowd that watched the travesty that had played out the night she had arrived at The Merry Harlot. Only Effie had been kind. As for the rest of them, she was sure they were as bad as Nye himself. She carried the plates and bowls through to the kitchen, her ears craning to catch the murmur of voices in the bar but hearing nothing. She washed and dried and put away before returning to the parlor room and defiantly tossing down the glass of red wine she had shunned earlier. Hopefully, it would help her relax enough to fall asleep. After a hurried wash in the scullery alcove, she climbed the stairs, undressed, and pulled the covers over her head.
When next she woke it was because Nye was climbing into the bed behind her with a whispered curse as he fought to untuck the sheets cocooned around her body. She sucked in a harsh breath when he dragged her against him. He was chilled to the bone. He wrestled with the uncooperative blankets a moment, before dropping onto his back and dragging her over him as if she were the quilt. He gave a loud satisfied groan when she was fully plastered over him.
She puffed out an irritated breath. “You’re cold,” she grumbled. He had been out and about, though no decent body had cause to be at this time of night.
“So warm me up.”
She gasped when he grabbed her nightgown at the neck and tugged it aside to bury his face in her neck. “You’ll tear it!”
“Best thing that could happen to the ugly thing,” he said rudely as he rubbed his stubble against her skin.
“It’s draughty up here,” she pointed out. “And it keeps me warm.”
“Take it off.”
“It’s cold!”
“Take it off,” he insisted gruffly. “I want to feel your breasts against me.”
She tutted and rubbed her chest against his. “You can,” she pointed out crossly. He was naked, she realized and not drunk in the slightest. Her body was only covered in a thin layer of cotton.
“Your bare tits,” he growled.
“You’re such a pig,” she huffed. “It’s all tangled around my legs, Nye. I’m not—”
“For God’s sake!” he growled, bouncing up and dislodging all their covers.
“Nye!”
He grabbed at the hem of her nightgown and dragged it up to her waist. “Sit up!”
“It’s too cold to be naked!” she complained in a furious undertone as he hauled it over her head and flung it to the end of the bed. “You selfish brute!”
He planted a hand against her breastbone and shoved her back against the pillows, before reaching behind him to grab the covers and drag them back up over them. “Open your legs,” he grunted as he dropped down on top of her.
“I hate you!” she grumbled, even as she felt the familiar tingle through her limbs as he pressed all his hard, muscular flesh up against her between her legs. And he was hard. She nearly groaned aloud feeling his manhood bobbing against her thigh. He just grunted an acknowledgement as his hands sought out her breasts, cupping and making out their shape.
“I hate you too,” he groaned then lent down to rub his face over her unbound breasts. “God,” he whispered against her nipple, then took it in his mouth and began sucking her.
“Nye!” Mina whimpered. He gave a satisfied moan, then moved to her other nipple, wrapping his tongue around it, and drawing it into his hot mouth. With horror, Mina realized she was grinding her hips against him. Her conscious mind told her to stop it at once, but her flushed body wasn’t listening. “Nye,” she groaned again, arching her back up as she tried to press even closer.
“Thought you didn’t like me,” he said with a husky laugh as he rocked his hips against hers, increasing the friction. His hardness rubbed against her, making her breath quicken.
“I don’t,” she panted. “Not at all.”
“That so?” he asked, sliding one hand down her belly. “You don’t want my fingers then?”
Oh God, his fingers... she squeezed her eyes shut. “No?” she lied.
His hand halted their slide through the curls between her legs, making her whine. “No?” he repeated. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”
Mina’s eyes snapped open and she glared at him. “No,” she said stubbornly and to her horror, his hand dropped away.
“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “You’re the one who’ll suffer for it.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“My cock won’t mind, but your little pussy’s used to me being more considerate.”
Mina’s eyes widened with alarm.
He cocked his head to one side. “Maybe you’d like my mouth instead?” he teased.
Mina stared at him. Against her wishes, her eyes dropped to his mouth. Did he mean to kiss her or…?
He gave a low laugh. “You’re such an innocent, Mina,” he mocked.
“Not anymore,” she reminded him bitterly. “Thanks to you!”
“Please, I’ve barely touched you,” he said with a low laugh, shifting down her body. “You liked this last time, so I don’t see why this time should be any different?”
“Nye—what are you?” Suddenly she felt his hot breath between her legs and his big hands urging her thighs apart. Mina gave an alarmed squeal as she felt his tongue at her slit. “Nye - don’t!” She shuddered and tried to close her
