Acquire Your Touch

by Hadley Raydeen

“That‘s okay. She’s not my roommate. She is just here more than she is at her own damn place. I hope she didn’t say anything to scare you off?” She turned to him.

  He moved across the room, letting his arms sneak around her waist. He leaned in, pressing his body to hers and kissed her slowly. “Of course not. Not at all. It would take way more than Trish to scare me away.” He searched her eyes. “Do you need any help?”

  “Hmm?” she sighed against his lips.

  “Anything I can help you with?” he asked again, his hands moving over her backside, bringing her closer to his erection.

  “Nathan,” she breathed his name in between the nips of her bottom lip, his tongue quickly ran over the offended spots to soothe and caress.

  “We will never get out of here if you start trying to seduce me here. And, wouldn’t it be just like Trish to walk in here and interrupt?”

  He chuckled against her ear. “You’re right. I need to get you alone, so I can have my uninterrupted way with you.”

  She pushed her body away from his arousal. “Should I be afraid?” she asked, zipping her luggage.

  He stood, ready to help her with her bag. “Why would you think that?”

  “I’m just teasing.” She laughed.

  “I hope you know I would never hurt you, Savvon.”

  She looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity of his statement. Feeling her heart melting, she leaned forward, placing a manicured hand against his black t-shirt. His heart’s steady beat ran true against her palm as a smile slid across her lips. “I know that, Nathan. Now, please kiss me, so we can get this show on the road.”

  Savvon stepped out of the warm shower loving every jet and sprayer Nathan had in his walk through shower. When he mentioned they should go to his place this weekend, he failed to mention it wasn’t the HGTV home in the picturesque neighborhood she had dinner at the other night, but his log cabin about an hour outside of the city, with all the amenities of a five-star hotel; she could easily get spoiled here. She wrapped a warm towel around her freshly cleansed body and stepped into the bedroom they would share for the weekend. He left her alone to bathe and oil while he was down stairs cooking yet another meal she could smell wafting from the impressive kitchen. Whatever he was preparing smelled mouth watering. She was starving, not having a bite to eat since the salad at lunch, her body was ready to dig in. She lathered her body with moisturizers, and smell goods, hoping that every little bit would turn her sexy new male interest on. Opting to wear nothing else, she slid on the oversized, white bathrobe he’d laid out for her and tied the belt at the waist. She let her nose guide her to find that fine man and the meal they would devour.

  He barely heard her as she padded back into the kitchen. She slipped next to him as he stirred a pot on the stove.

  “That smells like heaven,” she commented sniffing the air.

  “We are having stuffed shells.” He smiled at her. He stuck a wooden spoon into the pot containing the sauce, blew it off and guided it toward her lips. “What do you think?” He watched as her lips connected with the spoon.

  “Oh my God,” she mouthed as her eyes rolled shut. “That is delicious; is this your recipe?”

  “My grandmother’s. She’ll be pleased to know you approve.”

  “She should be pleased to know you perfected it. That is amazing.”

  “I put wine in the chiller if you want to pick a bottle for dinner?”

  She nodded, and he couldn’t help but watch her as she walked over to the wine cooler on the opposite side of the kitchen dressed, he hoped, in only that bathrobe. The sway of her hips and the sexy curve of her bottom, as she bent over to check the wine selection, caused his mouth to go dry and his dick to harden.

  Damn.

  He cleared his throat. “Is that robe comfy enough for you?”

  She looked at him over her shoulder, catching him checking out her ass. Her face flushed. “Yes, it is. Thank you. How about a Pinot?” she asked, turning her attention back to the cooler. He put the lid on the pot, and without answering, made his way across the kitchen to her. He could feel the heat of her body the minute he got close.

  He pressed his wildly aroused body against hers, leaning over her shoulder in a seductive doggy style position. He snagged a bottle of pinot and stood up again. He knew she had to feel his arousal and need. She stood, as he backed away, and turned to him. He held the bottle up for her to see the ten-year pinot.

  “Do you mind opening her up and letting her breathe?” he asked, reaching over to the counter and handing her the corkscrew.

  “Of course not.”

  He returned to the stove to get his mind together. He wanted to do this right and not scare her off. Hell, he was surprised she even agreed to come up here with him. He poured the sauce over the stuff shells topping the whole dish with mozzarella, wrapping the pan in foil and stuck it in the oven. “Give me about forty minutes, and we will be able to eat.”

  She leaned over the counter and handed him a glass of wine. The top of the robe slipped open, giving him a healthy view of her chocolate skin and ample breasts. He cleared his throat and tried adjusting his hard-on through his khakis.

  “What are we going to do with our forty minutes?” she asked, regarding him over her glass of wine. She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

  He knew what he wanted to do. He walked around the counter, and she stood to face him. He took the glass out of her hand and set it on the counter next to them. Running a hand up her arm and over her shoulder, he moved up her neck and cupped his hand at her chin tilting her head up to him, he lowered his head to meet her lips. Tentative at first, he waited for her to respond. He slipped his other arm around her back, pressing her body closer to him. He couldn’t help the erection he knew was throbbing against her middle.

  “We need to finish what we started, earlier, Savvon.” His hands made their way to the opening of her robe. Slipping his hands beneath, he felt her smooth, naked skin. He ran a hand up and over her shoulders slipping the robe from her body. She stood in front of him completely nude. He took in the beauty of her ample breasts and rounded curves. He saw the heat rise to her cheeks as he took in the sight of her.

  “Say something, Nathan; you are making me nervous.”

  She tried to move her arms up over her breasts, but he pulled her hand away. “No, don’t,” he said, stepping back to her. He wrapped an arm around her bare waist. “You are beautiful.”

  “You are overdressed,” she laughed.

  “Do something about it,” he countered.

  She wasted no time reaching for the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up, over his head, admiring the way his abs and arms flexed as he freed himself of the garment.

  She wanted to take time to explore his body, but he looked like a man ready to eat and not the shells cooking in the oven. He wanted her, and she felt the same. He pressed his hardened length against the apex of her naked thighs, his length clothed in the confines of his pants.

  “Nathan.” She placed a hand to his chest.

  “Hmm?” He kissed her jawline.

  “Let’s get you out of these,” she whispered, working on his belt. “Come with me.”

  He did as he was told and followed her from the kitchen. “I don’t let many people tell me what to do, lady. You must really have a spell on me,” he growled as he followed her toward the bedroom.

  “Shhh.” She turned, pushing him against the hallway wall, putting a finger to his mouth. “You can tell me what to do all you want at work. You are my boss there. But tonight…”

  His eyes twinkled. “You tell me everything you need, Savvy.”

  Chapter 24

  She flicked the button of his pants and unzipped them, removing them out of her way. She reached into his shorts and found him hard and waiting. She took pleasure in his grunt as she massaged him.

  “I see you found what you were looking for.” He pierced her with his green-eyed gaze.

  “Are you okay with that?” Her voic
e held a tinge of challenge.

  “I’m just fine with it.” His voice was gruff, his eyelids hooded.

  “Now, I need you to touch me, Nathan.”

  “Where?”

  “Please, don’t make me—”

  Before she could finish that thought he found a pebbled nipple, dipping his mouth he sucked it into his mouth, lightly biting, as his large hand found the other breast, before dipping lower and hoisting her by her ass up against him. She wrapped her legs around his middle, and hung on tight, as he carried her the rest of the way to the large bed in the room and deposited her there, wasting no time shedding his pants and boxers before joining her.

  She lay back on the many pillows as he ran his hands down her stomach and over her thighs spreading her wide to him.

  She gasped as he slid a finger down her folds through her slickness.

  “Aht-aht, Savvy. You demanded I touch you, baby, you open those beautiful eyes while I do it.”

  She visually gulped before her eyes fluttered open. He waited until her focus was back on him before he slid two fingers into her heat, her body clamping onto him. She sucked in a breath as he worked in and out of her.

  “Is that the touch you needed, Savvon?” he asked as his long digits found that spot, leaving her panting.

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “Tell me. I want to know, I'm giving you exactly what you need.”

  “Yes, Nathan. Right there,” she managed, as heat tendrilled into her pussy and up into her stomach.

  Holy hell, it’s everything I need.

  Before she could attempt rationalization, she noted his dark blonde hair dipping between her legs to join his manual ministrations.

  Damn, this was going to become an oral pleasuring as well.

  His warm mouth closed over the cluster of nerves, sucking her in. His fingers never stopped their duty and slid in and out of her, hitting that spot over and over.

  “Oh my God, Oh Yes. Yes,” she chanted again and again. “Nathan, yes…” Her hand found her way into his hair, gripping him to her.

  “You taste fucking delicious, Savvon. I could stay down here all night.” The warmth of his voice and the vibration of his words against her clit caused her body to shudder. “Come for me. I want to taste every last bit of it. Don’t hold back.” He pumped fingers into her, using his tongue in tandem. “Give it to me.”

  One hand grasped a fistful of the linens of the bed, while the other tangled in his hair. She bucked her hips, feeding him even more of her core, and he took it.

  The orgasm hit her hard and fast, stars bursting behind eyelids; she didn’t even know what she said in that moment. It was all incoherent, at least to her ears anyway. Maybe it made sense to him as he continued to coax her on.

  “Yes, baby. I got you. Come for me,” he crooned against her pussy.

  Good God, it had never been that good for her. That’s it. She was now blind. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity. The man had finger fucked and sucked her sightless.

  When the orgasm subsided, and she was floating like a butterfly on a summer breeze, she felt his heat absent from between her legs. She was limp and quite sure she could not move, but she managed to turn her head slightly to the right and open one eye to see what he was up to.

  Oh, so she wasn’t blind…

  She watched him skillfully one-hand fist a rubber down his shaft, hardened and full.

  Jesus.

  She’d been with him before, and she knew exactly what the tool he was working with could do, how it stretched her wide and left her not just limp but limping.

  That alone was enough to cure all doubts of this weekend together. When Trish mentioned him jumping Savvy’s bones, it was in fact the other way around. She wanted to jump that bone.

  “Is this on the list of what you need?” he asked, noticing where her eyes had landed.

  She looked up at him as his eyes were running the length of her naked body, landing on the sheen he’d caused between her legs.

  “Yes, most definitely.” Her voice was filled with desire he also was responsible for.

  Her body instinctively rolled toward his when the bed dipped from his weight. “Lay down, Nathan.”

  He raised a brow, but did as he was told, laying back against the pillows.

  She found her will to move finally and hoisted up on her knees, straddling his lap. Their eyes met, locking in place, as she lowered herself over that impressive erection, impaling herself to the hilt.

  Chapter 25

  The smell of oregano and garlic woke her from her slumber.

  It took Savvy a minute to remember just where the hell she was, but the ache in her limbs and her lady bits reminded her quickly.

  Nathan.

  She was laying on her stomach with the sheet lightly thrown over her back, but he was not beside her in bed any longer as he had been when they finished round three.

  She looked at the clock on the bedside table and realized he’d knocked her out for a good hour. She stretched and pulled her aching body from the bed.

  After she relieved her bladder, and freshened up a bit, she reached for a silky, black nightgown she packed from her bag and let her nose lead the way to the food.

  She was famished after many sessions between the sheets with Mr. Phillips.

  When she entered the living space, she saw him sitting shirtless at the kitchen island. His back facing her, he appeared to be looking down at something on the countertop.

  She cleared her throat before entering the kitchen as not to startle him, but he didn’t seem to hear. He stood from the stool, and that is when she saw the cell in his hand.

  “Tristan, I really don’t care, man. He did this on purpose. He knows we are off on Fridays. Nobody in my fucking company works. I’m not even near work. I’m up at my cabin!”

  She slowed her steps and leaned against the doorway. If he’d turn he’d see her, so it wasn’t like she was eavesdropping…really.

  “Yes, I’m with Savvy. What does that have to do with anything…”

  He turned then and caught sight of her. His gaze dropped to her night gown dipped low in the front, showcasing her cleavage and falling over her curves. “Trist, I gotta go. We’ll handle this. I’ll talk to you in a few.”

  He hung up before Tristan could say anything else. His eyes still on Savvy, he came to her. “Did you get enough rest?” he asked his hands snaking around her middle, and pulling her in. landing a kiss to her lips. He tasted of the scotch he was drinking, sitting on the countertop.

  She saw the worry lines on his face, and she reached up rubbing his face. “I’m fine, Nathan. What happened while I was sleeping. You are so tense,” she said, dropping a hand to his shoulders.

  He let out a sigh. “Let’s eat, and I’ll explain?”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  Once they were seated with a dinner of steaming shells, salad and chilled wine, he set the mood by lighting candles and turning on jazz again as their backdrop, very much like their evening on his deck back home.

  “You look…” His gaze dropped to her black, silk nightie and back up again.

  She blushed under the glow of candles. “Not as good as this meal, Nathan. You outdid yourself.”

  He nodded. “I hope you enjoy it.”

  She couldn’t help but notice the deep frown lines on his face as they both dug in. After a few bites, when he still hadn’t said anything, she placed the fork on her plate and reached for her wine.

  “Tell me.”

  “I didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good evening…weekend.”

  “Nathan.”

  “I got a call from Eustace”

  Savvy stiffened and the move wasn’t lost on Nathan.

  “What did he want?”

  Nathan regarded her change of tone before he responded, “Supposedly there is a client formal tomorrow we forgot about. It’s a must-attend.”

  Savvy shifted in her seat. “You forgot about it or he forgot to tell you?”


  “He claims he told us. I reached out to Tristan, and he doesn't have it on his calendar either… What, Savvy? You look like I poisoned the food. Is it not good?”

  “The food is out of this world, Nathan. This is not about dinner.”

  “Okay, then… What is it about?”

  She fisted the napkin in her hand. “Why are you working with Eustace? He is just…he is no good.”

  “What do you know about him?”

  She didn’t want to tell Nathan that Eustace had asked her out more than once, to no avail, and he was more than likely banging Melanie, hell maybe even Margo, on the side. It was just too messy and not anything she wanted to bring to this dinner conversation. But, beyond all that, something else just didn’t seem right.

  “I don’t have a good feeling about him. He is always up to something and none of it seems good. I just can’t put my finger on it. If you think he didn’t invite you or tell you about this formal on purpose, you are probably right. He is setting you up to fail. Please be ready for whatever curveball he is waiting to throw.”

  Nathan nodded. “I was just telling Tristan we need to have a presentation ready, just in case something like this happens.”

  “That is smart.” She nodded. “I wouldn’t put anything past him.”

  He reached across the table, taking her hand. “I have to cut this weekend short, and that kills me.”

  “I understand it.”

  “Come with me tomorrow to the formal.”

  “I don’t have anything to wear, my hair and—”

  “Don’t worry about any of that. I have it covered.”

  Chapter 26

  Have it covered was an understatement. Within twenty-four hours, Nathan had a stylist for hair, makeup and clothing, at his cabin by the lake, to transform her into damn near a fashion model.

  “Go with the red,” Trish said as Savvon shared the selections with her via video chat.

  “That shows so much skin…”

  “So the hell what? You are going there as Nathan’s arm candy. Make them guys droll and the women jealous their man can’t keep their eyes off of you, but you both know he is the only one unwrapping that package at the end of the night.”