And yet, I’ve never felt hotter.
He throws my underwear off the end of the bed and quickly finds his place between my legs. He spreads my thighs apart, but his eyes never leave mine. I should have known this is what it would be like to share a bed with Nate. All that focus and attention he dedicates to everything he does is directed at the lucky woman he’s with. His intensity outside the bedroom transfers flawlessly to his determination in it. He watches me carefully, noting every sound and movement I make. Cataloging everything I like inside that big, beautiful, infuriating mind of his.
By the time his mouth reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m so wound up that just the feel of his breath causes my legs to clench together.
“Oh no, no, no, Colls.” Nate slips his arms beneath my legs and wraps his strong hands around them. I try to pull them closed, but in his grip, they don’t so much as budge. “You’re always hiding, always in control. But tonight? In my bed? That’s not how things are going to play out. I’m going to taste you and watch you fall apart over and over again.”
I tense for a moment at his words. The idea of being vulnerable in front of—and beneath—Nate scares the crap out of me. But I tried to cling to control of everything in my life for so long and fell in love with a man I thought I could trust. Where did that get me? At least with Nate, I know where he stands. His bed might be the safest place to be. I relax into the mattress and stop resisting his hold.
“Good decision.”
He rewards me with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen before his head dips between my legs and his tongue finds its target on the first try. I don’t even realize I try to close my legs until his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my thighs. But he doesn’t miss a beat. His tongue circles the bundle of nerves, alternating between light and hard pressure. His mouth closes over my clit and every muscle in my body goes taut. My feet push into the mattress and my toes curl. I grip on to the sheets as if I’m in danger of levitating if I let go.
“Fuck. Nate. I . . .” I’ve lost the ability for speech, my words only going out in fragmented sentences as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Goose bumps and beads of sweat cover my body as tension weaves through my veins. Whimpered moans intermingle with pleas for more. I have no idea what I’m saying. I can’t think with the pressure building deep in my belly. I try to shift my legs, to get closer or move away, I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter because Nate’s grip tightens and he pulls my legs farther apart.
I’m not sure what it says about me and I don’t think I’m willing to explore it, but that show of dominance sends me soaring. He releases his hold on me as my hips surge upward and my body shakes with an orgasm so intense, it feels as if I’m being ripped apart.
I’m starting to fall back down to earth, my body finally relaxing back into the feather-top mattress, when Nate picks up speed again, this time using his newly freed hand to add fingers into the mix.
“Nate, I can’t.” My voice isn’t recognizable even to my own ears. I try to push him away, but before I can get any leverage, orgasm number two rolls in and stops me in my tracks. “Holy . . . ohmygod.”
My hands fly above me like I’m possessed. It’s clear I’m not in control here. Not of Nate. Not of my body. Nothing. I pull the pillow from behind my head and use it to smother the screams I can’t fight.
As the aftershocks wear off and my body stops convulsing, Nate slowly makes his way to my face. He leaves a trail of kisses in his path, something that feels much too personal and causes my chest to ache.
“That was fun.” Nate looks down at me and for the first time maybe ever, I know that smug smile on his face is very well deserved. “Wanna do it again?”
I feel my eyes as they nearly pop out of my head. That was fun . . . one could say too much fun, but I can’t do that again. I’m not one of those people who think women can’t separate love and sex, but I’m pretty sure that sex with Nate is a drug and his mouth is more addictive than anything else I could possibly try.
I had a lot of sex with Peter, and none of it—okay, well, some of it—was bad. He did what he needed to, and the vast majority of the time, we both left feeling satisfied. But I always felt like him getting me off was more of a chore than something he enjoyed. I mean, he took care of his chore and did it effectively, but there’s no comparing him to Nate.
Nate’s on another planet . . . in another universe. What he just did wasn’t about checking off a box on a checklist to get to the main event. Not at all. Actually, it felt like Nate got as much out of that as I did. And I got a whole lot . . . loads.
Tons.
He showed off and showed the fuck out.
Of course, however, because I am me, the competitive streak I’m a little ashamed of rears its ugly head. No way is tonight ending without Nate knowing how fantastic I am in bed too.
“Now it’s my turn to play.” I push him to the side and climb over him. “Where are the condoms?”
He points to the table on the side of the bed. “Top drawer, back left corner.”
I don’t hesitate. I open the drawer and find them just where he said. I pull two out of the box because after the warm-up, I can only imagine that there will be a round two of the main attraction.
After I roll on the condom, with expert precision, might I add, I sit back on my heels to admire my handiwork.
“Like what you see?” Nate asks.
“Don’t go fishing for compliments. It’s unbecoming.” I try to bite back my smile, but it’s useless. I’m still basking in the endorphin rush from my two orgasms. “But yes, I’m very much enjoying the view.”
“You’re pretty fun to look at too.” His hands move to my hips and his finger draws a circle on the side of my belly. “I like this little mole. I didn’t know you had it, or this one.” He points to the tiny mole on the side of my breast. “Now when I see you outside, I’m going to have a lot more to think about.”
To tell the truth, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to see Nate the same way again. It was one thing to know what he’s packing beneath his khakis. It’s another thing completely to know just how well he knows how to use it . . . and his mouth . . . and his hands for that matter.
“You and me both, sir.”
I don’t wait any longer. My legs are beginning to tremble again like I’m some sort of sex-crazed harlot who can’t go minutes without feeling Nate on or inside me.