by JC Harroway
‘So do you.’ The eye contact was almost too much and my eyes burned, forcing a flurry of reluctant blinks from me. Connected but not moving, we stared into dark pools as if they held the secrets of the universe, and I feared this would irrevocably change me.
Moving his hands down to my hips, Nathan’s fingers flexed, guiding me into a rocking motion. I pushed up onto my knees and dropped back down, bouncing on his lap to give us both the friction we sought. His arms wrapped around my back and his hands hooked up over my shoulders, pulling me in until our mouths met. I poured myself into the kiss, slanting my mouth over his until I consumed him as he’d consumed me.
At last, his control snapped. Tearing his mouth away, he grasped me around the waist and rolled us, flipping me onto my back. Biting his lip, he spread my knees wide, guiding himself to my opening, and plunged inside me again. Entwining his fingers with mine, he stretched my hands up above my head, pinning them to the mattress as he bent his knees to gain some purchase.
His jaw clenched as his hips pounded into me and I cried out, spreading my thighs wider, taking him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head for a second before he growled snapping them back to glare down at me as he slammed his hips into mine with relentless vigour.
I’d thought I was sated, but excitement spiked my blood once more sending me back down the path towards ecstasy. He was wondrous, ruthlessly chasing his own pleasure buried deep inside my body. With a tightly clenched jaw and his gaze drilling into mine, his thrusts became more frantic, picking up both speed and power.
I thrashed, my hands still imprisoned in his punishing grip, lifting my hips to meet his pubic bone, which ground into my clitoris repeatedly, shoving me closer to a second orgasm.
‘Come with me.’ His command was rough, broken, as if spoken by a man on the edge, desperate to take me with him for the final plummet. My body obeyed, surprising me. Clenching around him tightly, I wailed his name, the pleasure too great to be contained.
With a final thrust, Nathan roared, crushing me to the bed, his chest heaving.
We lay there for several minutes, sweat cooling our skin, heart rates returning to normal, Nathan’s face buried in my neck. Surfacing, he kissed me once and slowly withdrew. ‘Don’t move.’ He rose from the bed on slightly unsteady legs, removing the condom as he walked.
Incapable of moving, I found the energy to turn my head and observe his spectacular backside as he strode across the room towards the en-suite. Seconds later he re-emerged, still gloriously naked, ruffling his hand through his well-fucked hair.
‘Come here, you beautiful girl.’ He reached for me, pulling me to his side as he climbed into bed and arranged the duvet to cover us.
Replete, I snuggled into his chest and tangled my legs with his, overcome with fatigue.
He pressed a kiss to my temple, wrapping me in his embrace. ‘Sleep now, Soph,’ he whispered.
I slept.
***
I woke to an unfamiliar sunlit room and an empty bed. Listening for noises from the en-suite bathroom, I cast around for evidence that last night’s wild coupling had indeed happened.
Killer frock in a heap on the chair? Check.
Condom packets on the nightstand? Check.
Deliciously sore feeling of overuse in the lady parts? Check.
I flopped back down on the pillow, confident that Nathan was elsewhere, and indulged in a little solo de-brief. Nathan was correct. Last night had been nothing like the contrived sex scene between him and Claudia. My stomach clenched as the X-rated memories flashed in my head. I’d experienced the authentic, one hundred per cent certified real thing with bells, whistles, and a fanfare of cherries on top.
And not just once. I’d awoken twice, Nathan pressing his erection into my buttocks and circling my nipples with his agile fingers. Both times, we’d roused ourselves sufficiently to share a couple of sleepy orgasms before collapsing back into an exhausted heap of entwined arms and legs. Did the man never sleep?
I flung out both arms on a stretch, my fingers brushing something on Nathan’s pillow. A note. Two stick figures embracing each other and the words:
Stay in bed, I’m bringing breakfast x
With ‘x’-induced giddiness filling my belly with winged insects, I rushed to Nathan’s en-suite on shaky legs.
As I washed my hands, I groaned at my reflection. Mascara ringed my eyes in smudged black circles, my chin was glowing with beard burn, and I had a dreadful case of sex hair.
I reached for a washcloth and removed the worst of the mascara, then rummaged in the drawers for a brush or comb. I quickly de-tangled my wavy hair with a wooden hairbrush that had a few strands of Nathan’s hair in it. Finding a new toothbrush in a second drawer, I cleaned my teeth and returned to the bedroom, a little more human.
The scent clinging to Nathan’s discarded shirt from last night engulfed me as I pulled it on. I made it back into bed with only seconds to spare before Nathan returned, carrying a wooden tray laden with breakfast.
My mouth watered, but it was largely due to the sight of Nathan wearing only a pair of black boxers and a sleepy, sexy smile.
I wasn’t very experienced at the ‘morning after’ thing—my face heated, but it was a little late for bashfulness. We were now better acquainted with each other—well, at least with each other’s bodies and how to draw every drop of pleasure from them.
‘Good morning.’ He placed the tray on the bed and, brushing my hair back from my face, kissed me deeply and thoroughly, banishing any awkwardness between us. ‘I hope you’re hungry?’
‘Morning.’ Further speech eluded me. I’d happily forgo breakfast for more of Nathan.
Settling beside me on the bed, he poured two mugs of tea and handed one to me, kissing me again. ‘I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, so I brought lots. Oh, and I thought you might want your things.’ He indicated my clutch, which was also on the tray, before taking a piece of toast and smearing it with honey.
He ate with gusto, taking huge, manly bites, and I wondered how long he spent in the gym to keep his body in such spectacular shape. I had first-hand knowledge that there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.
‘I’m starving,’ he said, grinning at me with his mouth full, his beautiful eyes luminous with unspoken reprimand.
I reached up to brush away a toast crumb stuck in his beard. ‘It’s not my fault. You’re insatiable.’
He winked at me, unrepentant mirth transforming his grin to boyish. ‘On the contrary, it’s very much your fault. A man can’t be expected to sleep with an exceptionally sexy woman in his bed—I’m only human, Soph. Do you like honey?’
I nodded, my mouth drying when his tongue found some stray honey on his bottom lip—the same tongue that had licked most of my body last night. I shivered.
He took another bite of his toast and then offered it to me with a knowing smile. Sleep-rumpled, playful and relaxed—‘morning-after Nathan’ was dangerous to my health.
Holding his hand steady, I took a small nibble from his toast and held his gaze. Smiling broadly, he slathered another slice of toast in honey and passed it to me. ‘Eat. You’re going to need your strength.’
I ate the toast, my body a trembling, adrenaline-soaked wreck. I washed down the toast with a mouthful of tea, my eyes growing wide as Nathan picked up a strawberry and held it between his teeth. Bringing his mouth to mine, he offered me a bite with challenge in his eyes.
I wrapped my lips around the strawberry and bit into it, my lips meeting his in a strawberry-flavoured kiss. We chewed and swallowed; I was lost in him and the fresh cloud of sexual tension that accompanied breakfast. I’d never be able to eat the fruit again without thinking of him and his amazing mouth.
Nathan pushed the tray aside and pulled me to my feet. ‘First shower.’ He pulled me forward so my breasts brushed his hard chest, my nipples peaking under the cotton of his shirt. ‘Then we’re having rounds four and five.’ He slipped his hands underneath the hem of his shirt to cares
s my backside. ‘And then I’ll show you the photos from our successful distraction tactics.’
I had no time to question the last piece of information. His mouth met mine, his lips firm, demanding and strawberry-flavoured as he walked me backwards towards the bathroom.
In the en-suite, he left me to enter the double shower and turn on the water. He shot me a cheeky smirk and peeled off his boxers, tossing them into the laundry basket.
My stare dropped to his ever-present erection, and he offered me an unrepentant shrug. ‘I can’t help myself around you.’ He pulled me close, his breath gusting over my face as his long fingers undid the buttons of his shirt until it slipped from my shoulders.
Lust pooled low in my belly. His mouth slanted over mine and his hands roamed my body, igniting a trail of desire wherever he touched. I gripped his arms for fear of collapsing on the tiles in a puddle of hormones.
We stepped under the gloriously hot water and Nathan reached for a bottle of body wash from a tiled cubby in the wall. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered, caressing my shoulders and neck with his soap-slicked hands.
I reached for his chest, fanning my fingers across his pecs to counter the wobble in my legs, and his erection bobbed between us, tapping my belly.
‘So are you.’ I moved my hands lower to rest on his hipbones, my thumbs tracing the ridge of his abdominal muscles. I closed my eyes and focused on the wonderful sensation of his skilful fingers as they caressed my body—my breasts, my stomach, my backside and between my legs.
‘Sit down,’ he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
A tiled bench ran the length of one wall of the shower and I lowered myself onto it, gasping as the cool tiles welcomed me.
Kneeling before me, Nathan continued his hedonistic treatment, washing my legs and feet. He used a hand-held showerhead to rinse the suds from my body, his fevered eyes following the path the water took over my slick skin.
‘My turn.’ Taking the bottle of body wash, I poured a generous measure in to my palm and smeared it into his chest hair, working up a lather and spreading it over his sculpted chest. I mimicked his prior actions, touching every inch of his outstanding body, my fingertips tingling as they gorged their fill of his smooth skin.
Breath hissed between his teeth, his jaw clenched and his fingers flexed against my hips, digging into me and pulling me forward to crush his erection between our wet bodies.
When I dropped to kneel at his feet, I glanced up, gauging his reaction. His pupils dilated, dark and almost predatory. His jaw clenched as his eyes flicked to my mouth and his fingers curled into fists at his sides.
Stroking his thighs and keeping my gaze locked on his, I reached up and laved my tongue from the base of his erection to the tip.
‘Fuck!’ he choked out, bracing one hand on the tiled wall behind me and spreading his feet. His eyes glinted like emerald chips as they focused on my mouth once again and his teeth sunk into his lush bottom lip—he loved the view.
A potent cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins powered inside me until my vision blurred. I smiled as I took him into my mouth, sucking him and pushing him to the back of my throat as I scanned his face, keen to witness his every reaction. His thighs tensed to steel under my palms and he rocked his hips into me, his free hand cupping my face and his fingers tangling in my wet hair. I held him firmly as I bobbed my head rapidly and flicked my tongue over the sensitive crown.
He hissed his breath between clenched teeth, his heated stare glued to my mouth as my lips clung to his hardness. His need emboldened me, encouraging me to suck harder and bob a little faster so he’d be as helpless under my mouth as I’d been under his.
His hips bucked and he began to chant, ‘Soph, Soph.’ His chest heaved and tiny spasms rocked his body as the rapture engulfed him.
Aglow with triumph, the power I wielded over him in that moment surged. With a jerk, he tried to back away from me, but I wrapped my arms around his thighs, pressing his buttocks forward as I continued to work him with my tongue and lips.
He watched the show for as long as he could, desperation in his wild stare. At the last minute, he tossed his head back and roared a long, ragged cry as he came, his fingers clenching in my hair and his buttocks squeezed taut under my hands.
I swallowed, satisfied with the bewildered awe in his face as he regarded me in the aftermath. He cupped my cheeks as the jerks of his body diminished, leaving him spent and breathless. I pulled back, releasing him with one last suck.
I rose and he swooped down, kissing me with thrilling ferocity. ‘You beautiful girl. Stay forever,’ he growled against my temple as he crushed me to his chest.
We washed our hair without speaking—me giggling and him pawing me—pausing often to nibble, kiss or lick some part of the other’s body that might have been overlooked.
By the time we were wrapped in fluffy towels and back in the bedroom, Nathan had recovered sufficiently to tent the front of the towel wrapped low around his waist.
‘Payback.’ He grabbed me, tossing me onto the centre of his bed.
My squeals turned to moans as he disappeared underneath my towel sarong to exact his own devastating brand of revenge.
Chapter Ten
LESS than twenty-four hours as Nathan’s ‘girlfriend’ and I’d turned into a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. Nathanomaniac?
I could invent a new syndrome—doctors always named syndromes after themselves.
King’s Syndrome—the uncontrollable urge to bang Nathan Banks.
Treatment—sex with Nathan Banks.
Cure—nil.
I pulled one of Nathan’s T-shirts over my head, grateful it reached to mid-thigh, and covered the essentials. In the en-suite, I placed our towels into the laundry hamper and faced my reflection.
Glowing. It was the only word appropriate for the heightened colour in my cheeks and the pouty fullness of my swollen lips.
From the bedroom, I heard the ring of my cell phone, and I rushed to answer it.
‘Jess.’ Although she was calling from the other side of the planet, the connection was crystal clear, and I settled myself on the bed for a chat.
‘I just saw the photos of you and Nathan at the film premiere. Bloody hell, you scrub up well—you looked beautiful. How’s it going?
I blushed, totting up the number of orgasms my poor body had withstood since the premiere last night. ‘Good, I think. I haven’t seen the pictures yet, but Mum texted this morning to say most of the paparazzi had left their house and she was planning on going back to work Monday.’
‘Fantastic. What do you mean you haven’t seen the pictures? They’re everywhere. Have you taken up residence under a rock since last night?’ Jess was like a bloodhound. She could sniff out a secret from twelve thousand miles away.
‘I’m at Nathan’s house. I …’ Heat surged through me. Knowing Jess, she could hear me blush.
She gasped. ‘Did you stay the night? You slept with him, didn’t you?’
Resistance was futile. ‘Who slept? The man’s a machine.’ If I closed my eyes, I could see her jaw-dropping disbelief amid her haze of fiery curls. My chest squeezed—I missed her.
‘I can’t believe it. You’ve finally broken your dry spell and it’s with none other than Nathan Banks.’ Her smile transferred down the line. ‘How was it?’
‘Jess, I’m not giving you details.’ I dropped my voice to a stage whisper. ‘He might come in.’
‘Where is he?’ Her voice grew shrill, and I pressed the phone to my head in case Nathan walked in and heard us talking about him.
‘Making brunch.’
‘Oh, you’re so lucky. He cooks as well?’ She groaned, and I imagined her flopping back onto the comfy sofa in our apartment overlooking the lake.
‘Don’t get carried away, Jess. It was just sex.’ I glanced at the rumpled sheets on the bed, my pulse fluttering at my throat and between my legs.
‘Are you kidding me? My best friend, a girl I’ve been resolutely trying to fix up f
or a year, has just had a shag-a-thon with the hottest man on the planet and you say “don’t get carried away”?’
I wanted to deny it, but it had been a total shag-a-thon. I had nothing.
‘I hope you’re being careful?’
‘Jess, I’m a doctor. I’m always careful.’ I rolled my eyes.
‘I don’t mean physically. Emotionally.’
‘What do you mean?’
I heard the intake of breath and I sensed a lecture coming. ‘I know you. You don’t do casual. I don’t want you to get hurt.’
A stab of fear lanced my gut. ‘I’m not falling for him, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘Aren’t you? Even just a little?’ She waited for my silence to become deafening. ‘Soph, there’s a safe, a panic room and a crocodile-infested moat around your heart and that’s okay. If you’ve let him in, good for you. I just want you to be careful you don’t get hurt.’
I exhaled a prolonged breath, willing myself back from the ledge. ‘I’m fine. I promise. It’s just chemistry.’ Insane melt-your-panties-off chemistry. I just needed to keep telling my emotions that so they didn’t go getting any crazy ideas about Nathan.
‘Wow, and you’re sure you can’t give me the details?’ Her teasing tone was back.
I giggled. ‘Maybe when I see you in person.’
‘Speaking of which, are we still meeting in LA? Or will you be too busy now?’
‘E-mail me your dates and I’ll look at flights. I can cash in the return journey of my New Zealand to London flight. There’s an autism clinic I want to visit there—they are achieving some great results. I’ve written to the director to arrange a visit.’
‘As long as you’ll have time for shopping and sightseeing? Or will you want to hide yourself away?’
‘I’ll make it a priority for you and I’m hoping all this attention will have died down in a few days—life can get back to normal.’ What would my new normal be now that I’d had earth-shattering sex with Nathan Banks?
‘Great! I can’t wait. I’ve gotta get some sleep. Early shift tomorrow.’