“Yes.” Her eyes practically rolled back in pleasure. This girl was unbelievable. She was my every fantasy come true. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?
I released my grasp and began devouring her breasts. God, I could lick and suck her tits all night long if she let me. They were perfect.
As she cried out, I felt her arms stretch down to reach for my hair. But then she seemed to remember my rule and yanked them back up.
That action turned me on so completely, I almost came in my goddamn pants.
My mouth skimmed down to her stomach and it quivered in my wake.
“Please, Nate. I need to see you,” she said, her voice husky. “I want to taste you, too.”
Shit, it was that pleading voice that would be my downfall. “In time, sweetheart.”
My fingers slid to her black panties and traced along the edges. “What kind of treasure do you have buried here?”
I could feel her knees shaking beneath me. A tattoo peeked from the top of the elastic and I nudged it down to have a look. It was some sort of ornate picture frame, the kind you might see hanging in museums.
She had a photo theme inked over the landscape of her body and it was so lush and gorgeous and exotic. This tattoo seemed to match the roll of film on her arms and the camera replica on her upper torso. Almost like a dedication to her late father.
And here I was bossing, dominating, asking her to beg. I yanked my head up, buckling from the pressure inside my skull.
Damn, I was a sick motherfucker. I needed to stop this madness.
Jessie went rigid, immediately sensing the change in my demeanor. “Nate,” she said, sitting up.
I got a full view of her bouncing tits and it did nothing to help my still-raging hard-on. But I was fighting with myself and she recognized it.
She reached for me and I allowed her to. Gazing deeply into my eyes, she gently burrowed her fingers in my hair and brushed her soft mouth against mine. Her lips parted and our tongues met in the most intimate kiss I’d ever encountered.
It was as if she were speaking to me through her lips. Soothing me, talking me through, mending me. The tips of our tongues slow danced in a drugging rhythm and I never wanted it to fucking end.
I had allowed her to see a different side of me that only one other girl had witnessed, but Jessie wasn’t afraid. In fact, she welcomed it. I had been the one to chicken out.
Her fingers stretched for my waistband and before I could protest, her warm hand was inside, grasping at me. She made that noise in the back of her throat again, like she was beyond turned on and wanted me as badly as I wanted her and it made me ache with need all over again.
“It’s okay, Nate,” she whispered against my lips.
I tried to control my breaths while reveling in her expert touch.
“I want you to let loose with me,” she said and then gripped me more firmly, making me gasp. “I like it.”
A growl erupted from the back of my throat and in two seconds flat, I had her pinned to the bed, my body flattening her to the mattress.
Fucking hell, I needed to get inside her. She was already inside me, messing with my head.
Her fingers traveled at lightning speed to my boxer shorts as she ripped them down my body, her feet helping them along the rest of the way. Now the entire length of me was digging into her stomach.
She reached between us and clutched me, her thumb swiping over the wet bead on my sensitive head. “You’re amazing.”
I could allow myself to get swept away from her touch or I could take back the reins and let all of my fantasies come true. I dragged her hands away from my body and yanked them down to her thighs.
“Don’t you dare move,” I rumbled and her eyes flared with longing.
Chapter Fifteen
Jessie
As I clenched the bedsheet, I realized that I had never been more keyed up in my entire life. I was afraid that being with Nate this one time would unravel me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
He was fighting himself so hard and slowly realization had struck, like a compilation of images in front of me. I almost had a clear view of what was going on inside of him. Maybe not everything, but enough to know that Nate liked to be in control, liked to be wild in bed.
And he fought it—oh, did he fight it. I wasn’t sure why, but it must have had something to do with his demons, maybe from his upbringing—how his eyes looked so haunted when we’d pulled up in front of his childhood home.
There was more to Nate than I had ever dreamed and I loved the juxtaposition of the two sides of him. How he could be more soft and tender than I’d ever experienced with a guy. And then he’d become all hot and bossy and demanding.
It thrilled me beyond belief. Because he wasn’t coarse like the guys I dated. He was rugged and smooth and beautiful. But then those dominant words came flying out of his mouth and made him beyond sexy. And he didn’t even realize it.
Maybe he’d never been allowed to explore this side of himself with other women. Maybe the girls he was with—the girls he chose to be with—were straight-laced. Or maybe he cherry-picked them that way on purpose.
I looked up into his face and saw his nostrils flaring. He wanted me so badly and I needed to give him what he craved, so desperately. More than anything, I wanted to see him come undone.
He reached for his forgotten water on the nightstand and tipped it back to his mouth. I heard the glass clink, and when he set it down, he held a piece of ice between his lips. My stomach shuddered. Ah hell.
While gazing steadily into my eyes, he tugged my panties down my legs. And now both of us were completely naked. And his body. My word. It was ridiculous. Stunning. Beautiful.