Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle, #2)

“I want you naked, Nate.” I walk to him and pull his t-shirt up over his head. He raises his arms and backs out of the shirt, making it easier for me. I unfasten his jeans and slide them, along with his boxer-briefs, down his legs and off his feet as he steps out of them.

Nate lifts me and lays me on the bed. He kisses my stomach, my breasts and collar bones as he crawls up my body and nestles his large, thick cock against my folds. I run my hands down his back to his ass and smile up into his molten gray eyes.

He kisses me, softly, tenderly, brushing my lips in that expert way of his. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips. As I do, I feel his apa brush against my clit and I gasp.

Nate smiles against my lips. “Like that?” he asks.

“God, yes.”

“If you don’t, I’ll take it out.” My wide eyes find his and I cup his face in my hands.

“You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

And here come a few more tears. God, when will they stop?

“Julianne, I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He brushes the hair at my temples off my face and gazes at me with such love it takes my breath away.

“You do make me happy. Keep the apa. I like it.” I grin and tilt my hips rubbing him against me and moan again. “I more than like it.”

Nate laughs and starts to rock his hips just a little faster, sliding the tiny metal ball against my clit with each stroke.

“God, don’t stop doing that.” I push my hands into his black hair and hold his face to mine, kissing him passionately as those little metal balls do amazing things to me. “Oh, honey, shit…”

“Yes, baby, let go.” He rocks once, twice more and bites gently on my lower lip and I fall over the edge. He reaches down between us and guides himself inside me, slowly stretching me, and my already sensitive muscles clench around him tightly.

“Fuck, don’t do that. I’ll come too fast.”

“I can’t help it, you feel so damn good.”

He cups my breast in his hand and massages the nipple as he moves in and out of me at the slow, easy pace, watching my face, smiling softly down at me. “You are amazing. I love watching your beautiful face when I’m inside you.”

God I love it when he talks like this.

“Faster, babe,” I whisper, but his grin widens and he keeps the same gentle pace.

“No, this is going to have to be slow and steady, baby.” His mouth finds mine once again, and his tongue teases me, his mouth slowly moves across my own, his whole body loving mine, oh so slowly.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his lips.

“I hated being so far from you.” His hips start to move just a tiny bit faster and I rake my nails down Nate’s back to his ass and hold on. “God, you make me crazy.”

“Good.” I feel my body tightening, another orgasm approaching, and I cling to him, wrapping myself around him. My body shudders with my release, and Nate clenches his jaw, rests his forehead against mine and surrenders to his own climax, whispering my name.





Chapter Eighteen


“How did you get fresh chocolate cheesecake in your fridge while you were gone?” We are seated at the breakfast bar, me in his gray t-shirt and panties, and Nate just in his black jeans, the top button undone.

He looks as delicious as this decadent cake.

“I had my housekeeper bring it in.” He grins and offers me a bite from his own plate and I happily accept.

“I didn’t know you have a housekeeper. I never see her.”

“She only comes in once a week while I’m at work. I don’t need someone full time.” I put my foot up in his lap and he starts to rub the arch.

“Okay, I’m in girl heaven. Chocolate and a foot rub. Men think we’re so hard to figure out, but it really just boils down to this.” I close my eyes and enjoy his thumb rubbing up and down the sole of my foot.

“So noted.” He chuckles and clears our plates. “Come on.”

I take his offered hand and he leads me to the couch. He sits in the middle and motions for me to sit at the end. He pulls my bare legs up into his lap and I turn so my back is against the arm of the couch and he continues to massage my feet.

Oh, I love him.

“So, tell me about yesterday.”

I sigh in contentment and smile at my sexy man. “The baby is amazing. It was a rather quick labor, for a first baby, and Nat did great. Luke almost passed out when Olivia’s head crowned, but I talked him down from the ledge.”

I laugh at the memory.

“Natalie was incredible. She’s so strong. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was the best birth control I’ve ever seen. I’m doubling up my pills from now on. I don’t care if I become a mutant from the hormones.”

“Baby, you’re so strong, childbirth would be a snap for you.”

Why is he sitting here, calmly talking about me having babies?

“Hell to the no.” I shake my head vigorously. “No babies are coming out of this body.”

He eyes me speculatively. “Are you saying you don’t want children?”

I pause. He’s being serious. “I don’t know.” I frown and look down at his strong hand on my foot. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“Think about it.” He suggests.

“Someday.” I shrug.

“I’d like to go see them tomorrow after work.” He turns the conversation back to Natalie and starts to rub the other foot and I moan.

“They’d love that.”

“You’ll come with me.” His gray eyes find mine and he smiles softly.

“Okay.”

He runs his hand up and down my bare leg, his eyes following his movement. “You have great skin, baby.”

“Natalie has a tattoo on her vajay-jay.” I blurt out.

“What?” Nate gapes at me, his jaw dropped.

“I had no idea, but I saw it with my own eyes. It’s actually right here,” I point down to my freshly waxed, panty-covered pubis.

“I don’t know if I need to know this. If Luke knew something like that about you, I’d kick his ass.”

“I have to tell someone, and you’re the only one I can tell.” I laugh and link my fingers with his.

“What is it?” he asks.

“It’s script in a foreign language. All of her tattoos are. She won’t tell me what it means.” I shrug.