His hands moved up her torso and brushed the outer curves of Chloe’s breasts. She sucked in another sharp breath as her nipples hardened to stiff peaks inside of her bra.
“Let’s go. Now. Before I can’t wait any longer and bend you over that chair anyway.”
“Okay.” Chloe tried to slow her racing pulse and frantic breaths. Already she felt naked, exposed to him and he’d barely touched her. If they didn’t get upstairs, Nate wouldn’t have the opportunity to bend her over that chair because Chloe was pretty sure she’d hike up her skirt and bend herself over it for him. “I’m ready.”
THREE
Nate fumbled with the key card as he shoved it into the reader. Chloe’s mouth was too sweet, her lips too soft for him to even consider breaking their kiss for as long as it would take to unlock the hotel room door. As he reached back to turn the doorknob, Chloe’s fingers brushed against his fly and his cock throbbed through the layers of fabric that separated their skin.
“God I need to fuck.” They stumbled through the door and it slammed closed behind them. Chloe sighed against his mouth and she gripped him harder through his slacks, cupping her palm around the length of his erection. He kicked off his ridiculous leather loafers and groped for the buttons on Chloe’s shirt. “I can’t get you naked fast enough.”
Chloe’s expression heated. Goddamn. There was nothing coy or shy about her. She was every bit as wound up as he was. When he unfastened the last button on her shirt, she tore it from her body and discarded it somewhere behind her. Nate buried his face between the swells of her breasts, biting, licking, kissing the tender flesh that spilled over the cups as he stripped off her bra. Chloe let out a low moan that vibrated down his spine and settled in his balls. She popped the button on his slacks and jerked down the zipper before sliding his pants and underwear down over his ass. With a firm grip she took his cock in her hand and squeezed. The delicious constriction caused his hips to buck, and she stroked from the engorged head to the base in a twisting caress that caused his stomach to clench.
He was ready to come right here and now and they’d barely gotten started.
“Do you have a condom?” Her voice was a breathy plea as she stroked him again with that same torturous precision.
“Wallet.” He couldn’t manage more than the one guttural word.
“Good. I would have hated to stop now.”
Fucking hell. The heat between them built from a smolder to a roaring inferno. His mouth seized hers in a hungry kiss as he slipped her skirt down off her hips, leaving her clad in nothing more than her black stiletto heels and underwear. Nate shrugged out of his own shirt before he cupped his palm over the rounded curve of her ass, loving the sensation of the satiny fabric as his hand slid over it. He kicked off his slacks and underwear from around his ankles and Chloe shifted to step out of her skirt.
“Leave the heels on,” he commanded against her mouth.
“Naughty,” Chloe murmured in a teasing tone. “I like it.”
“Get on the bed.” Tremors shook Nate’s body as he guided Chloe down onto mattress. She moved to push herself farther up on the bed but he stopped her. “No. Stay right on the edge.”
Her green eyes darkened and her tongue lashed out at her bottom lip. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her as he dug through his slacks for his wallet. With shaking fingers, he pulled out the condom from one of the pockets and tossed it onto the bed beside her. It took a sheer act of will not to roll the damned thing on, jerk her underwear aside, and bury himself to the base inside of her.
Chloe leaned back on her arms and spread her thighs. Nate scrubbed a hand over his mouth as he took in the sight of her pale skin, the curve of her hips, and the slight roundness of her belly, her breasts impossibly full and rosy nipples erect. She wasn’t nervous or unsure or even a little shy. Her confidence turned him on more than anything. Wound him up so tight that his balls ached. She wanted this as much as he did. Maybe she needed it as badly as he did, too.
Nate leaned down and braced an arm on the bed beside her. Chloe’s breath came in quick little pants of anticipation that sent his blood racing though his veins. He kept his eyes trained on her face as he reached down with his right hand and gently stroked between her thighs with the pads of his fingers. Her gaze went liquid and a barely visible tremor shook her. He stroked her again, this time circling the tiny bud of her clit that stood out against the satiny fabric of her underwear. Chloe’s hips thrust toward him as a slow throaty moan escaped her parted lips.