When we got to the hotel, instead of pulling the car around to the front, Nathan steered it towards a back section of the hotel I had never noticed before.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he told me, helping me out of the car.

“You seem to be fond of surprises,” I answered, hoping he’d like the surprise I had planned for him, namely the black lace lingerie I was wearing under my jeans and jersey. Lingerie I had hoped most fervently I’d be showing him tonight.

“Come with me.” He pulled me towards a door marked employees only.

“Are you sure we should be here?” I asked as I followed him up a flight of stairs.

“A friend of mine works here,” he told me. “How do you think I got in and out to see you without drawing suspicion?”

He opened the door to a small service hallway with an elevator at one end and pulled out a keycard, swiped it, and pushed the button. The doors dinged open.

“Going up?” he asked with a wicked grin.

I couldn’t help it; the minute the elevator doors closed, I was on him. It had been too long since we had touched and that soft, gentle kiss on the pitcher’s mound had only ignited my need for him. Pressing my body against his, I tilted my head up to meet his lips, my tongue twisting with his as he gathered my hair in his fingers. He spun me so my back was against the elevator door, one hand dipping down to the small of my back and then lower, cupping my ass so I was pressed firmly against him. Against the hard, hot length of him. I wasn’t sure I could make it to my room. I wasn’t sure I could make it to the next floor. Then again, beds were totally overrated. What was wrong with an elevator wall?

“I want you so fucking much.” My voice was husky and I could feel Nathan groan deep in his chest. The elevator dinged again and the door slid open.

Nathan pulled away from me and took my hand. “We have all night,” he said, leading me into the hallway.

It took a moment for me to realize we weren’t on my floor, but before I could say anything, he flashed me another grin.

“I told you. I have a surprise.”

The surprise was a suite on the top floor of the hotel. It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. We were surrounded by windows, the entire city of Austin glittering below us. In the bedroom, I could see the enormous bed, and there was a bottle of champagne chilling next to two crystal glasses.

I felt a lump in my throat. No one had ever done anything like this for me. No one. I looked back at Nathan who was watching me with an intensity I had never seen before. He had said he liked me. Well, I was officially a goner. Hook, line, and sinker. I was his.

“You jump, I jump,” he said.

“For a moment I just stared at him, my voice totally escaping me.

He gave me a sheepish grin. “Three sisters, remember?”

“You are so fucked,” I growled, as I pulled him into the bedroom.

* * *

I had planned to take my time. I had wanted to explore every inch of him, to really do my due diligence and pay homage to the body that had given so much to so many. But after the room and the jersey and the fucking speech, I was saying the hell with patience. I was going to have him and I was going to have him now.

But before we were halfway across the room, he had hauled me up into his arms, his mouth against mine, my legs locking around his waist. God bless baseball, I thought, the muscles of his waist and stomach rock hard against my thighs. I fisted my fingers in his thick, beautiful hair as his tongue met mine. Every part of me ached for his touch, my fingers now dragging down the length of his neck, down across his chest to tug at the buttons of his shirt.

But the buttons refused to participate, my hands too eager and too clumsy. I gripped both sides of his shirt and pulled, satisfied when it tore open, showering now-useless buttons across the suite floor.

I tore my lips from Nathan’s to grin wickedly down at him. “I hope you didn’t like that shirt.”

His eyes were filled with fire and need. “I hated it,” he rasped, a hand sliding through my hair and across my neck to pull my mouth down to his.

Somehow he maneuvered us to the bed, my fingers shoving his ruined shirt off his shoulders. Dropping kisses down the side of his neck, my mouth found its way to his bare skin, to the muscle tensing and flexing. I couldn’t help myself. I took a bite.

Nathan moaned, his legs buckling, and suddenly we hit the bed, his back against the sheets, me sprawled across him, my knees on either side of his hips. We were perfectly aligned, the hardness of him against the softness of me and before I could stop myself, I rocked forward.

Nathan let out a hiss of air through clenched teeth as his fingers gripped me. I rocked again, feeling the long, hard ridge of him against the seam of my jeans. We were wearing too many clothes.

As if he had read my mind, Nathan strained up against the bed, his fingers grabbing at the bottom of my jersey, yanking it up and over my head. I leaned back, expecting to feel his hands, his mouth against my breasts, but when I looked down at him, I found that he was leaning back on his elbows staring up at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he managed, his hands against my hips.

I said nothing because I had momentarily lost my ability to speak at the sight of him, his naked chest and arms, his pants low on his hips. His body was perfect, lean and firm beneath my hands, but it was the look on his face that made my heart skip a beat. I had never seen anything more intoxicating than the way he looked at me, like he was the luckiest guy in the world.

There it was, that dangerous lump in my throat. That thought in the back of my head saying, “This is the guy. This is him.”

But I pushed that thought aside and reached back, unhooking my black lace bra with a single flick of my fingers. I peeled it off and tossed it over my shoulder before leaning forward, my hair falling down across my bare shoulders and chest.

Nathan’s eyes went liquid hot.

“Fuck me,” he groaned.

“I plan to,” I said and kissed him again.

His hands cradled my face as our tongues tangled together, and then, just as my hands made their way towards the button of his slacks, I found myself suddenly on my back, Nathan’s body stretched out hard and long against mine. It was the most delicious sensation, his weight pressing me into the bed, his hands dragging down the length of my body, before sliding up to cup my breast in his wide, smooth palm.

I moaned against his mouth and I could feel him smile, his thumb smoothing across my nipple with the most tantalizingly soft sensation. It was agony and I arched up into his hand, needing him to touch me, to really touch me.

Tearing his lips away from mine, Nathan flashed me his wickedest smile and then lowered his mouth onto my breast. The hot wetness of his tongue made me writhe beneath him, my fingers caught in his hair as he lavished attention on my nipple, sucking, licking, and dragging his teeth against it with the most perfect amount of pressure.

I felt a familiar pull in my stomach, that delicious build of tension, and knew that I needed more. But before I could say a word, Nathan’s hand moved down the length of my stomach, his fingers making quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. Instead of sliding those magical fingers into my panties like he had done before, he lifted his head, shot me that same wicked smile and using both hands, tugged the jeans and panties loose from my hips. My shoes fell to the floor, followed quickly by the remainder of my clothes. I was now stretched out across the sheet, completely naked, as Nathan, wearing only pants, stood at the foot of the bed. I could see the hard ridge of his cock straining against the zipper of his gray slacks. I wanted him inside of me.

I heard him suck in a breath of air, his eyes taking in every inch of me. For a brief moment I felt the impulse to raise my hands, to cover myself, to hide, but the expression on his face, that intense longing and hunger, made me wet and wanting..

Before I could say a word, before I could beg him to press his body back against mine, to touch me, to take me, he knelt down, pushing my knees apart. With one, smooth tug, he hooked his hands behind my knees and pulled me towards the end of the bed where he was waiting. Ready.

I felt his breath against my thighs, felt the soft whisper of his stubble against my skin and then the hot lick of his tongue against the part of me that wanted him the most.

I let my head drop back against the sheets as he wrapped his fingers around my ass and pressed his hot, wonderful mouth against me. His tongue plunged deep inside and I moaned, my hands clutching at the bed, as he brought me to the edge of desire. My legs were draped over his shoulders, my toes digging into his back as he teased my clit with hot open-mouthed kisses before sliding his fingers into my wetness. He thrust in and out, as he sucked on my clit, feeding my needy pussy.

I came, screaming, back arching and fingers scrambling against the sheets. My entire body shook with the intensity of my orgasm and for a moment I was lost, gone in the perfect pleasure of it all. When I came back to earth, Nathan was crawling up the bed to capture my mouth, his fingers slick against my breath, his tongue tasting of me, intimately me.

God, this man. He was so fucking gorgeous, those wide shoulders flexing with well-earned muscles, that six-pack of abs I wanted to get drunk on, and fuck, everything that was still hidden from me beneath his pants. I wanted it all.

I reached for his zipper and this time he didn’t push my hands away, lifting his hips so I could free his cock. It was hot and huge against my hand and though I wanted nothing more than to have him plunge himself deep inside of me, I couldn’t resist lowering my head and wrapping my mouth around it, tasting the salt and slickness of his desire.

“Sophie,” he moaned, falling back on the bed. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I smiled against his cock. Nothing was better than making him feel this way. Nothing. But before I lavished any true attention on it, Nathan was rolling me over, pinning me to the bed, our naked bodies sliding against each other, his hand reaching down to tempt my aching clit.

I rocked my hips against his palm, his fingers tormenting me. But it wasn’t enough this time. I needed more.

“I need you inside me,” I moaned, protesting when he rolled away from me. But he was back in a flash, ripping the wrapper off a condom and rolling the latex down his throbbing length. Planting my feet on the bed, I parted my knees for him, ready, oh so ready. Quickly he settled between my legs, his thick cock pressing against my wet opening. He rubbed the ridge of it slowly against me and I moaned, my toes digging into the bed. I wanted to pull the weight of him against me, the length of him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot everything but how good his body felt.

But he was taking it slow. Too slow.

I growled, reaching down with the intent of guiding him inside of me, but he pulled my hand away, pinning it, along with my other arm, above my head.

“Be patient,” he chided, though I could see it was taking enormous effort on his part to hold back. The muscles in his neck were thick cords of intensity.

“I don’t want to be patient,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want you to fuck me. Now!”

The heat in Nathan’s eyes exploded and I could see the moment he lost control. With a groan, he pulled away from me and then, before I could take another breath, plunged his cock deep.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned, my head falling back on the bed as he slid all the way inside of me. It was tight and hot and so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Sophie.” Nathan’s voice was a groan in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so goooooooood.”

“Fuck me, Nathan.” My hands clawed at his hips, reaching back and gripping that same ass I had been admiring since I first laid eyes on it. It felt amazing in my hands. “Fuck me now.”

And he did. Pulling back, he slammed into me again, our bodies wet and slick against each other. With each thrust I felt the tension build in my belly, that aching tightness waiting to be released. Nathan fucked me, harder and harder, the bed springs screaming beneath us, as I gave myself up to the sensation of his gorgeous, perfect body sliding in and out of mine.

His mouth found mine, our tongues mimicking the thrust and slide of the rest of our bodies, his hands clutching blindly at my breasts, my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

Then without warning, with his cock deep inside me, Nathan gripped my hips and smoothly rolled onto his back. I threw back my head, feeling the complete length of him stroking me.

“Sophie,” he barely managed to choke out as I began to ride him, rolling my hips to push him deeper and deeper inside of me. His head fell against the sheets and I had the most perfect view of the most beautiful man as he thrust his body up to meet mine. The muscles in his neck were tense as I lifted myself and came back down harder and deeper.

My breasts bounced with each movement, Nathan’s fingers tight against my hips. I leaned forward, seeking his mouth as I felt tension rising in my belly. His hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my tight, pearled nipples as his lips met mine. Everywhere our bodies touched was hot and wet and perfect.

Wrapping his arms around my back, in a testament to his strength, Nathan eased up towards me, until I was nearly sitting in his lap, his cock going impossibly deep inside of me. I moaned, racking my nails down his back as he leaned his head down and drew a nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped me lightly and I shuddered, clenching my teeth. The pressure was almost too much and I could feel my release on the horizon. My hips were moving as if I had no control over them, rolling wildly against his cock, wanting to feel nothing but him against me.

Then, without warning, I was on my back again and Nathan was the one setting the pace. He thrust into me again and again until there was nothing but the sound of our bodies coming together echoing in my ears and the sensation of him filling me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in his touch, in his command of my body.

“Come for me,” Nathan whispered in my ear and just as it had been before, that was what pushed me over the edge. Only this time when I fell, screaming and shuddering, Nathan followed immediately after.

* * *

Afterward we lay there, our bodies wet and heaving, my mind devoid of all thoughts except “Fucking hell, I want to do that again.”

Nathan raised his head, his hair stuck to his damp forehead in the most adorable way and grinned at me, also in the most adorable way. My heart twisted. I had fallen for him, I thought, as he trashed the condom and crawled back into bed, gathering me up against his gorgeous chest. And I didn’t even care anymore, I realized as I fell asleep in his arms.