by Amy Lamont
A shudder went through me, arching me into him. His smile widened. With his free hand, he caressed my jawline before trailing his hand over my neck and down to the top of my lacy black bra. He used one finger to trace over the curve of each cup, tantalizingly slow. I tried tugging free, needing to pull him closer to me, but he held tight.
“My turn,” he said.
Oh, boy. I stopped struggling, but couldn’t help the restless movement of my legs. He rewarded me by bending and using his tongue to trail along the same path his finger just took, licking and nibbling his way across the tops of my breasts.
My nipples hardened to tight peaks. I arched my back, offering them to him, wanting to feel his hands on me, his mouth. All of it. “Please.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice a low growl. He brought his hand back up and, with a quick twist, unhooked the front clasp of my bra.
A gasp tore from me as he freed my breasts. His eyes dipped down and then darted back up to meet mine. “Gorgeous.”
He moved his head down to suckle one nipple, using his teeth and tongue to tug and tease. Intense, liquid pleasure flowed out from the point where his mouth did its work. I could feel a wet heat between my thighs and a long, low moan escaped me. I used my shoulders to push against the bed and offer more of myself to him.
He released his hold on my wrists as he moved to my other breast, sucking and nipping. His hands slid lower, shifting us so his erection pushed against my aching core. He rubbed himself against my panty-covered center.
My hands flew to his head at my breast, tangling and holding him there. He tugged harder with his mouth and then pulled away. He started to move down my body, using his tongue and teeth to nip, kiss, and stroke as he went. My hands slid to his shoulders.
As he moved lower, he pulled his hips back, ending the friction I craved.
“No,” I moaned.
He pulled up slightly and looked up at me. “Don’t worry. You’ll like what comes next even more.”
Desire rippled through me. God. God. Just the sound of his voice was making me crazy.
When his mouth resumed its path, his hand moved up between us. Again he used his finger to trace the top of my lingerie, this time my lacy panties. I shivered and froze in anticipation of what would come next.
His finger moved, hooking over the edge of my panties, sliding them with agonizing, deliberate slowness down and down some more. I breathed hard as his knuckle traced over my mound. He kneeled up on the bed, and moved both hands to my hips to slide my panties down my legs. His fathomless amber gaze followed the path my panties took, not looking up at me until he’d pulled them completely free of my legs.
As he slid them over my feet, he moved backward until he stood at the bottom of the bed. His eyes now traced their way back up my body, starting at my feet, over my legs still covered in black stockings, up to my wet center with its small, neatly trimmed patch of curls at the top, perfectly framed by the black lacy garter. He paused with his gaze stuck there for endless seconds before he resumed his inspection.
My hands dug into the comforter beneath me, my toes curling. The touch of his gaze left me as heated as if he actually touched me. I writhed on the bed and bit my lip to keep from begging him to put his hands on me, his mouth on me.
When his eyes had trailed their way up to my breasts, over each peak, up and up until our eyes met, the stark hunger I saw broke me. “Please. Come back here. Touch me.”
He didn’t say a word. Just held my stare as his hands went to his belt. When the sound of his belt making contact with the floor reached me, I couldn’t keep my eyes on his. They flew to where his hands were unbuttoning his pants and then easing them down. The pants fell to the floor.
The sight of this man, this beyond beautiful man, standing at the bottom of the bed in nothing but dark gray boxer briefs stole my control. When his thumbs were still in the band of his briefs, I twisted and crawled on my hands and knees to the foot of the bed. By the time I made it to the end, his dick was free and level with my face.
I stared. It was hot and full and hard, with a small dot of pre-cum on its tip. I licked my lips and looked up at him, my eyes traveling over every hard angle and plane.
“I want you to suck me,” he said.
I thought I was wet for him before, but my core clenched and became drenched with his words. I reached forward for his velvety shaft, running my hand up and down its length, my thumb tracing over the wetness on his tip. I pulled my hand back and licked my thumb.
He groaned and gripped the back of my head, using the fingers tangled in my long hair to pull me toward him. He didn’t let me take the time to lick and taste him. Instead, he used his hold on my hair to tug me hard enough that I had no choice but to part my lips and slide as much of him inside as I could take. When he hit the back of my throat, he paused and then moved his hips back, not letting go of my hair.
I balanced myself on one hand and moved the other to hold him at his base as he continued to slide himself back and forth over my tongue, touching the back of my throat each time before he pulled back.
The heat and hardness of him, his taste, his scent, were all working together to drive me crazy. The aching emptiness became almost unbearable.
“Mmm.” The sound escaped me as he slid inside once more. He stilled and his hand clenched and unclenched in my hair. Before I could blink, he pulled himself from my mouth, snatched me up under my arms, and had me on my back on the bed.
He followed me down and kissed me, hard and demanding before he pulled back and rasped, “I want to taste you before I bury myself in you.”
He didn’t take his time on this trip down my body. He slid down, pushed his face between my thighs and used both hands to hold my wet folds open. His tongue flicked over my clit, once and again, and I dug my heels into the mattress, my fingers scrambling to grab hold of the bed.
He lingered there a moment, his tongue grazing my clit before he moved down to lap at my wet center before plunging inside.
“Oh, yes.” My head moved back and forth against the pillow. Every nerve in my body tightened, my toes curling, as he thrust his tongue in and out, stopping every so often to nibble and lick my over-sensitized clit. He brought me right to the edge but before I could fall over, he stopped.
“No, please,” I begged.
But he slid away from me. I lifted my head as he leaned down to grab his pants. He pulled a foil packet from his wallet and ripped it open. I fought for breath as I watched him stand there and roll a condom down over his hard shaft. The moonlight streaming through the window behind him left him shadowed. He looked like something out of a dream.
When he turned his hooded eyes back to me, I trembled. In one rapid movement, he was back on the bed and over me. His hardness hit my wet center and he paused. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
His question wrenched a throaty chuckle from me. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.”
He needed no more reassurance. As the last word left my lips, he drove inside me. I cried out, lifting my hips to meet his thrust.
“Hold on, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and raised my legs higher, gasping as he slid deeper. Then he started to move, slowly at first then faster. I met each thrust, crying out incoherently as I moved closer and closer to finding my release.
He leaned down to whisper by my ear. “That’s it, baby.”
“Nate,” I cried and bowed my back to meet another hard thrust.
“I’ve got you,” he said, picking up speed as he slid in and out of my hot core.
I dug my nails into his back, so close to tipping over the edge.
“So close,” I said on a moan.
“Just let go, sweetheart,” he rasped, pounding into me harder, once, twice, and as he moved in once more, it hit me. My eyes slammed shut as jolt after jolt of pleasure surged through me. My body bowed and every mu
scle went taut until I shattered, collapsing back onto the bed.
As I floated down, Nate continued to thrust. I kept my legs around him, holding him tight until moments later he found his own release. His body stiffened, pushing me down into the mattress. His sexy groan so close to my ear caused aftershocks to ripple over my skin. He collapsed onto me, and I took his weight, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against mine. I could stay like that forever.
But all too quickly, he shifted and rolled off the bed. “Be right back.”
“Okay.” I watched him walk, carelessly naked, to the bathroom. But why should he care? If I were him, I might never put clothes on.
God. God. As the intense pleasure faded from white-hot to a warm glow, the doubts didn’t waste any time creeping back in. I couldn’t believe I had sex with someone I just met.
And what now? Should I get dressed? Would he expect us to walk out of here and never see each other again?
Pain shot through my chest and I had to fight to get enough air to fill my lungs. Why did I have to wait until this precise moment to figure out that I was not made for casual sex?
I loved every second from the moment we walked through the door. But I only came up here with him because of the attraction I felt, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d been working from some primal instinct from the moment I made the decision to come up here with him.
But now it was after. Instinct clicked off and my brain took over. It told me I didn’t want to be just his one-night stand. But how could I want more with someone I knew nothing more about than his name and that he made me feel things in bed even Brandi Silver never thought of?
I heard the water cut off in the bathroom and suddenly became very aware of my nakedness. The moonlight and light seeping in from the street did nothing to hide me. I looked around frantically for my dress and spotted it several feet away. No time. I struggled to push the comforter down. I wiggled, pushing the blankets down and out from under me. I managed to pull the sheets over me just as he stepped out of the bathroom.
He paused for an instant, amusement playing around his eyes and mouth.
I am such a dork.
He stepped toward the bed with as little shame as he’d shown walking away. My mouth went dry. The view from this direction was just as impressive. And looking at him, especially certain impressive parts of him, a shudder ran through me as I remembered how he felt pushing inside me.
He chuckled as his knee hit the bed. “Keep looking at it like that, sweetheart, and you may find yourself underneath me again.”
I raised my eyes to meet his. He slid across the sheets and over to me. The expression on his face, aroused and amused and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, stole my breath.
He braced himself over me and did a push-up down to kiss me. Just the touch of his lips had my nipples standing at attention again. How did he have so much power over my body?
He pulled back and reached over to peel the sheet down. I wanted nothing more than to fight him for the edge of it. I wouldn’t mind sitting here and staring at his gorgeous, naked body for...well, forever. And a day. But that didn’t mean I wanted to return the favor. His flawless body with its lean muscles made me even more conscious of all my imperfections.
But he didn’t give me a chance to worry too long. He skimmed the sheet over my body and threw it off before grabbing my hand and tugging me as he backed out of the bed. “Come shower with me.”
My mouth went dry and I crawled forward as he stepped backward. Thoughts of keeping myself covered fled. All I could think of was Nate, wet and slippery with soap.
“Okay,” I whispered.
His sexy smile flashed.
Holy shit. Hopefully I’d make it to the shower before I burst into flames.
Chapter Six
My eyes fluttered open and I was instantly, deliciously aware of all the pleasurable aches from muscles that hadn’t had that kind of workout in forever. I smiled. I’d happily hand myself over for this kind of pain again.
A small chuckle came from beside me. I turned my head on the pillow to see amber eyes staring at me, a new warmth there.
“Hi,” I whispered, suddenly shy. Though how I could be shy totally escaped me. This man had pinned me naked to this bed and did a thorough exploration of my body. Afterward, he’d dragged me to the shower—though I’d be a liar if I said I resisted for even an instant—and if there was anything he’d missed in the bed, he’d certainly covered it all there.
I bit my lip as I pictured him kneeling behind me as the steamy water sprayed down on us. I’d braced my hands against the tile wall while he’d used his mouth to bring me to not one, but two shattering, earthshaking, mind-blowing orgasms. And that was before he stood up and pushed his way into me from behind.
“What are you thinking?” he asked me now, a smile lighting his eyes and tipping up the corners of his mouth.
“Thank God for extra large hot water heaters.”
He burst out laughing and pulled me close, bending his head so he could reach my lips. After the searing kiss ended, he shifted me more comfortably into his side, my head resting on his chest.
My eyes widened and I allowed my gaze to wander the room, trying to ward off a complete freak out. At the moment, he seemed perfectly happy to hold me, in no hurry to get dressed and part company. Was this normal for a one-night stand? I didn’t have any experience with them, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think that guys in this situation were big on hanging around to cuddle afterward. Unless…
Was it possible he wanted this to be more than just tonight?
My heart thudded against my ribs and I squeezed my eyes closed. I refused to wish for more than this moment right here and right now. I made a conscious effort to relax into him, opening my eyes and nuzzling into his chest.
I inhaled deeply and held my breath, memorizing his woodsy scent and the feel of his hard body wrapped around my softer one. For just a second I didn’t concentrate on every one of my flaws. Instead I focused on how amazing this felt. More magical even then the winter wonderland downstairs. I didn’t expect it to last longer than tonight. But even if it was just one night, hell if it was just one more minute, I intended to hold onto this for as long as I could.
As if he could read my thoughts, he hugged me closer and trailed a hand up and down my bare back. I tilted my chin so I could look at him. He rewarded me with a soft touch of his mouth to mine. When he pulled back, I stared up at him, noting the warm look in his eyes. Was it possible he was as unwilling to end this as I was?
Music suddenly blared from across the room. Not just any music, but the lyrics of “Don’t Cha Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me” by the Pussycat Dolls. And it wasn’t coming from just anywhere across the room, but from my little black clutch purse sitting on the chair by the door.
Shit. I dropped my forehead to Nate’s chest. Nothing like being made to feel like a twelve-year-old while in bed with a super elegant, sophisticated man. The ringtone blared again and I tried to bury my head even more deeply into his chest.
When I felt his shoulders shaking, I braved a peek out from under my hair. He looked down at me, not bothering to hide his grin.
I raised my head and blew a wayward curl off my forehead. “My friend Paige likes to mess with my phone.”
“So I hear.”
No sooner had the words left his lips than the ringtone went off again. Suddenly I felt like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, about to have my dream man ripped from me so I could return to my boring reality.
But there was no use putting it off. Paige’s repeated texts meant she wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want her to worry about me.
“I guess I better see what’s up.” I contemplated sliding out from under the sheets and making the trek across the room under his watchful gaze. My eyes darted around the bed, but no matter how hard I prayed, no articles of clothing were close enough at hand to spare me the mortific
ation of having to make the naked walk to get my phone.
“You stay here. I’ll get it.”
I twisted to face Nate. He slipped out of bed and retrieved my purse, holding it out to me as he approached.
The ringtone sounded yet again as I reached for it. I snatched at it, but in my hurry, I managed to knock it out of his hands and the contents of my purse and my wallet went skittering across the comforter. I sighed but grabbed the phone. Cutting her off before she typed another text was my main mission.
I slid my finger across my phone to see a series of texts demanding to know if I was okay.
Huh, guess Paige had second thoughts about letting me wander off with a stranger. I debated shutting my phone off and letting her worry for a while. It would serve her right for coming up with this crazy scheme.
I snuck a peek up at Nate, who was picking my things up off the bed, and couldn’t help a small smirk. I guess I didn’t have too much to complain about. Her idea turned out to have its merits.
No worries. I’m fine. More than fine. Be home later. I hit send on the text and switched my phone to vibrate before turning my attention to the stuff scattered on the bed.
“Sorry, I just wanted to reassure Paige…” I looked up to find Nate standing frozen at the side of the bed staring at something in his hand. “Everything okay?”
He stared up at me, all the warmth gone from his eyes.
“This your press pass?” He held up an identification card one of my editors had made for me. “Brandi?”
Even though I was a freelancer, I needed to meet with the editor of the small alternative press occasionally and having identification made it easier to get in and out of the building. The editor had thought it was hilarious when she handed me the card with my alter ego’s name on it.
I squinched my brows together and reached for the card. “Yes, it’s mine.”
His jaw tightened and he stood straight before reaching for his boxer briefs. He pulled them on and in short, efficient moves, followed with his pants and shirt.