S H I L O H
The cold metal of Nate’s truck pressed against my back, the handle of the passenger door digging into my spine. The sensation was almost welcome. With each tiny bite of pain, the long, hard length of this delicious man prodded my lower stomach as he devoured my mouth.
From the moment we’d left the table, the sexual tension had climbed. Dance after dance. His body rubbing mine. His hands and breath feathering my skin. The hitch of his breath when I brushed against him.
My temperature rose until I was dizzy with sensual overload.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I’d almost begged Nate to take me home, and thank God, he hadn’t hesitated.
“Nate, you’d better take me somewhere soon, or Caroline is liable to get an eyeful,” I warned.
The man was full of enthusiasm as he brushed my lips with his. Although the kiss was light, it was full of passion, slowly burning from embers into a raging fire.
“Hold on.”
That was the only warning I received before Nate swept me off my feet. Squealing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked my head into his chest. Being carried was a foreign experience for me, and it left me feeling extremely vulnerable. At the same time, I was so excited with anticipation, that I allowed myself to chill and go with it.
The pounding of Nate’s boots echoed as he ran up steps. The rustle of keys and a sharp click told me he was opening a door to what I assumed was the home he shared with Ryke. The subtle change in temperature washed over my heated skin. Though I expected him to put me down, he didn’t. The door shut behind us, and we were on the move again.
The whole process was very disorienting, but the moment my back met a soft mattress, I forgot everything else.
“Damn, woman, you’ve been driving me out of my mind all night,” he groaned.
Part of me wanted to play hard to get, protect myself by not making the conquest too easy for him, or act indifferent. Yet the man made my body react in ways it hadn’t before. I wasn’t new to casual sex, but this felt like more.
That scared me.
His callused hands stroked up my thighs to beneath my skirt. An involuntary whimper escaped my mouth. As he slid my hair off my shoulder and moved in closer, his hard, muscular body pressed against me. His scent was intoxicating, although I’d venture to say it was nothing more than deodorant and soap. On his skin, it smelled like Heaven. His heat had me pulling him down for another kiss. I wanted his lips on me so much I could hardly bear it, but with a chuckle, he made me wait. Groaning in frustration, I turned my head and nipped his shoulder, his skin smooth and slightly salty.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His husky voice was full of seduction; however, hearing ‘baby’ extinguished some of the heat. I didn’t want to be just another one of his conquests.
“Don’t call me baby, Nate.”
“Shiloh?” The concern in his tone along with the way he inched back made it obvious he was looking at me. I felt exposed and unsure what to say or do.
“Just don’t. It makes me feel . . . Shit, I don’t know, just don’t talk to me like your other girls, okay?” Maybe I sounded like an idiot, but I wanted to feel like this was special. Even if I was only fooling myself.
“Shiloh, right here and now, there is no one else. Just you and me. You may not be able to see me, but I can see you, and trust me when I say there’s a good chance you might be ruining me for other women forever.” A hand cupped my face, and he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me long and deep.
His other hand made quick work of the button and zipper on my skirt. My hips lifted on their own accord, allowing him to drag both the skirt and my panties down until I no longer felt them. Sitting up, I slipped my shirt over my head and dropped it to the side.
“Fuck, Shiloh. You are so beautiful.”
Reaching up, I unclasped my bra, happy I’d worn the front closure one. It helped me appear confident and capable as I slid it down my arms, leaving me completely naked.
Nate’s breathing was rapid and audible as he shuffled off the end of the bed. When I heard the clunk of his boots hit the floor and the unmistakable sound of a zipper, I knew he was getting undressed, too. Scooting further onto the bed, I leaned back on my elbows and waited.
The dip in the mattress was the first indication he was back, followed by the rough sensation of his hands. They slid up my legs, gently pressing them apart until his thumbs reached my core, opening me. As his warm tongue made contact, my muscles tightened in anticipation. He didn’t delay for long before diving in, licking and sucking until I writhed beneath him. The sensations grew inside my body until I could no longer contain them, coming with a loud scream.
“Nate, I want you.” The welcome sound of a package tearing and the snap of latex made my heart accelerate. It had nothing to do with fear anymore, but everything to do with what my body wanted.
“I want you, too,” Nate groaned, settling his cock between my legs and entering me in a swift motion.
Our moans were loud and synchronized as he filled me completely, pausing for a moment before thrusting in and out. Deeper and faster, he set a steady rhythm, caressing my body from the inside out until I was lost in the sensations. Overloaded, my legs began to shake as an unexpected release built, taking me to the edge, but holding me captive. As if Nate knew I needed a bit more, he dragged his thumb over my clit, sending me crashing over, gasping for air as my body exploded into a million pieces.
Nate quickened his pace, chasing his own release until he shuddered, shouting my name as he came. We melted into a limp pile of tangled arms and legs.
“Damn,” I whispered.
His deep chuckle warmed me to the core as he pulled me closer, flipping the cover over us. We listened to the satisfied sounds of our hearts beating until the deep silence of the night lulled us to sleep.