CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
It felt like Nate had waited years but it was only two hours later when he threw open his front door, sending it sailing into the wall with a bang. Practically carrying Paige over the threshold, he impatiently pushed her up against the wall as the door swung shut with a resounding click. While one hand slid up her thigh and under her dress, the other reached out and flicked the lock on the door, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. Finally it would be just the two of them.
“I can’t wait to get you stripped naked and under me,” he growled into her ear. Her hands slid down his spine and gripped his ass cheeks, fingers digging into the muscles. His cock hardened painfully and he knew without a doubt their first time together was going to be fast and hard.
A seductive giggle escaped from her swollen lips, courtesy of his kisses in the limo on the way back and she gazed up at him, her expression promising sin and heaven all at the same time. Her pupils were blown wide and when her tongue snaked out to wet her lips he couldn’t hold back the groan that tore from his throat as he captured that mouth with his own. The kiss rocked him inside and out, his knees turning to jelly as their tongue tangled and played.
Her deft fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, sliding against his bare flesh and he simply couldn’t take it anymore. Bending at the waist, he hauled her over his shoulder in a fireman carry and sprinted up the stairs as she shrieked and laughed at his impatient antics.
“Have you lost your mind?” she asked as he dumped her on the bed before tugging at his own clothes that were most definitely in the way. She was kicking off her boots and tossing them aside. “You could have dropped me on my head.”
“You’re as light as a feather.” Nate tore at the rest of the buttons, a few of them flying across the room and hitting the walls and floor. Throwing the useless fabric down, he went to work on his belt.
“Easy there, big guy. You’re going to take out an eye at this rate.” Paige dropped to her knees in front of him, her smaller fingers covering his own. “Let me take care of this.”
Her voice had dropped to a husky tone and the blood surged through his veins, creating a roaring sound in his ears that drown out all extraneous noise. His lids grew heavy as she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, his cock springing free. He hadn’t bothered with undergarments today either. Her hand wrapped round the base and her head dipped to lick at the head. Not able to stop himself, his fingers curled into her silky hair, tugging at the strands and holding himself steady, otherwise he might have collapsed from the sweet pleasure that was running through him. Her mouth worked its magic, the heat finally forcing his eyes shut as he surrendered to her skillful ministrations. He’d never had it this good.
When the pressure in his lower back became too much he moaned her name and reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing the warm cavern of her mouth. He stood there for a moment, overcome and disoriented. He wanted to rip her clothes off and give it to her hard and the other part wanted to take his time and savor the moment.
Fuck it. Fast was going to win. His cock was in charge. Later his brain might get a vote too but right now he’d deprived that organ of any blood flow.
Paige seemed to be reading his mind. She’d moved to sit on the edge of the bed and was sliding her dress over her head, a smile playing on her lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day too.”
“Really?” Nate dropped to his knees and reached up to help her pull the dress over her head, leaving her in a lacy beige bra that pushed up her breasts in a tempting manner. “You naughty little girl. So randy when you were supposed to be working. Tsk, tsk.”
Her hand went to her back but his fingers were already there, pinching the hooks and tossing her bra aside, his gaze feasting on the gorgeous body he’d bared. Her skin was a pale gold, perhaps from the Florida sun, and her curves were perfectly formed for his touch. She was petite but not too delicate. Slim but not skinny. Her breasts were round and full and topped with dusky pink nipples that begged to be tasted. Her firm thighs were pressed together but he could see a hint of moisture on the skin, glistening and beckoning. Letting him know in no uncertain terms that she wanted this as much as he did.
“Like what you see?” she asked, her tone a little shy. He could see the uncertainty there in her eyes and he wanted to take it away now and forever. She was perfect, and right now she was everything. “It’s been a long time since anyone has seen me, you know, naked and all.”
He pushed her legs apart and took up residence between them. “Love, if I liked what I saw any more this would all be over and I would have disgraced myself quite embarrassingly. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and I’m a lucky man.”
He punctuated each of the last words with a kiss to her quivering thighs, his shoulders pushing them even farther apart. She lifted up from the mattress and looked down at where he was perched between her legs, her eyes wide with surprise.
“What are you doing?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “You ask me that quite a lot, love, and I’ll give you the same answer. If you don’t know then I must be doing something wrong.”
* * *
Nate was doing every single, solitary thing exactly right.
Nibbling a path up the flesh of her inner thigh, his nose nuzzled her clit and the sensation almost sent her flying off the mattress. It had been a very long time since she had felt a man’s breath that close to the most sensitive part of her. Her heart pounded against her ribs and she had to take a few breaths before she could speak.
“You don’t have to do that just because I did.”
She didn’t expect him to and she sure as hell didn’t want him doing anything out of obligation. That was the worst feeling in the world.
He lifted his head, his eyes narrowed as his gaze stroked up and down her body. “I know that.”
Shifting on the bed, she tried to press her legs together but he was firmly lodged between them. “So, you know, you don’t…have to.”
“I know.” He rubbed his chin, still regarding her closely. “But I want to. Is that okay? Do you not like this? If I do something you don’t enjoy just tell me to stop, love.”
He’d completely misunderstood and it was all her fault. “No, I like it, it’s just I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
His finger ran up her drenched folds and then circled her swollen clit, dragging a tortured groan from her lips. A coil of arousal tightened in her belly and her fingers fisted the bedclothes. “When was the last time a man had his mouth on this sweet spot, love?”
That finger was drawing patterns through her folds, sliding over and around the one place she needed him the most, making it extremely hard to concentrate on his question. What did he say again?
“A long time,” she finally rasped. “Years. Noah didn’t like…”
She didn’t bother to go into any detail, sure Nate could figure it out for himself. If anything his grin became more evil, far more diabolical and for a moment she wondered if she should grab her clothes and make a run for it. Luckily it was far too late.
Two long digits were pressed into her, finding the sensitive spot on the inside as his mouth began to work on her clit on the outside. He lapped at her with the flat of his tongue until the room spun and the world tilted on its axis. White heat swept through her veins as she fell over the cliff, calling his name over and over and riding his mouth until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure she had to give him in tribute.
She lay there in a sweaty heap, still buzzing from the havoc he’d wrought as he fumbled in the bedroom drawer. She heard the crinkle of plastic and the snap of a condom before he came down on top of her, his body so much larger than her own. It made her feel feminine, delicate, and rather protected as well, although the thought was silly. She was well capable of taking care of herself but at this moment she was happy to give into his dominance.
His cock, long and thick and steel-hard, nudged at her entrance and she braced her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes, and waited for his invasion.
It didn’t come.
She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, straining to hold back. The cords of his neck stood out in stark relief and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He was being patient. For her.
“Are you sure, love?”
Her chest tightened with an emotion she wasn’t sure she should allow herself to feel. This man…this gentle and sweet man who sometimes made her crazy with frustration…he was holding himself in check. At times he was the most self-centered asshole she’d ever met but at an intimate moment when he could have taken almost anything he wanted…he did this. A lump rose in her throat and her answer came out choked.
“I’m sure. I want you, Nate.”
They may have been the truest words she’d ever spoken.
He entered her slowly, giving her ample time to get used to being filled after such a long dry spell. Her walls stretched to accommodate his size and for a moment she wasn’t sure she could take all of him but he paused, letting her catch her breath before pushing in to the hilt. With every delicious inch inside of her, she began to move her hips in a slow sway as he pulled out and then thrust back in. Over and over, they found their rhythm. Slowly at first, but then building up speed until he was riding her hard and fast, each stroke running over that spot inside of her that sent her closer to the edge.
The coil in her abdomen tightened painfully and she clawed at his shoulders, the pleasure more intense than anything she’d known before. Nate was caught up in the moment as well, his eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back. A fine sheen of sweat covered their bodies and her breathing grew ragged and labored as they raced toward the finish line.
“Are you close, baby?” Nate’s voice sounded tortured and hoarse and he reached between them to rub her already swollen clit. “Can you come on my cock like a good girl? Come for me.”
That little bit of dirty talk was all she needed to go rocketing into space. Everything around her seemed to shatter into a million pieces of light, spinning around the room before settling into the sky as twinkling stars. Nate groaned her name as he reached his own peak, collapsing on top of her, sucking air into his lungs. His full weight felt lovely and she reveled in the closeness, even knowing they couldn’t stay like this forever. She’d suffocate and there was nothing romantic or sexy about air deprivation.
Nate nuzzled her temple. “I swear I’m going to move in a minute but my limbs don’t seem to be functioning at the moment.”
She giggled and ran her hand down his muscled back, the skin damp under her fingers.
“It’s only oxygen. Don’t worry about little old me down here.”
This time he did lever up slightly and roll onto his back, his arm around her waist, tucking her into his side. She didn’t even think about objecting or making a fuss. This was where she wanted to be.
“That was bloody fantastic. We need to do that several more times, darling. In fact, let’s make a habit of it.”
Laughing, she pressed chaste kisses to his chest, his scant chest hair tickling her nose.
“I think that’s a bloody good idea, mate,” she said in her best British accent. “Smashing idea. Just brilliant.”
That bit of a tease earned her a smart smack on the ass. “Minx. Are you making fun of me? Naughty girls get punished, you know.”
She sure as hell hoped so.
“I’m kind of counting on that.”
She heard his indrawn breath and the way his muscles jerked under her palm. His fingers slid into her hair, twisting and pulling her head back. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for? Because I’m just the man to give it to you.”
“I’m counting on that too.”
He bent his head and ran his tongue over her nipple, watching it tighten in response.
“Then I think it’s time for round two, love. I hope you don’t have any appointments in the morning. I don’t think you’ll be getting out of this bed any time soon. In fact, if you can walk tomorrow I won’t have done my job properly.”
A hard man is good to find. Or whatever that saying was.