by Fiona Miers
Her hands went to his chest, the hot skin burning her sensitive palms.
“Kiss me.”
No.
Chapter Eight.
“You know I can’t do that. I work for you.”
He gripped her harder. His strong fingers digging into her hips, sliding down her ass and pulling her so close the bulge in his jeans pressed hard against her belly.
He wanted her.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
“I don’t fucking care, Emmy. You came here tonight as a friend and I want you to be so much more. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
Emily lifted her eyes up to his, catching her bottom lip in her teeth. She wanted to give in so badly. But she didn’t dare do as he asked.
His pupils dilated, making the bright blue of his irises almost disappear. His gaze dropped down to her lips as his hands tightened on her waist.
A growl rumbled from his lips and he swooped down, his hot mouth pressing against hers with a desperation she was unable to fight. He tasted like sweet heat and sexy male.
And he wanted her.
And she wanted him.
Her head swam, shutting down all logical protesting as her eyes closed, waves of pleasure flowing over her.
Nathan’s tongue licked at the seam of her lips and she opened for him, unwilling and unable to fight him.
It had been so long since she’d been touched like this, and she ached for it so much. And it wasn’t just anyone, it was him. Nate. The man she admired, lusted after.
One of his hands rose to cup her breast, his thumb skating across her nipple and pulling a moan from her. Hot arrows of desire flowed through her belly and below.
He pulled back and stared down at her as though asking an unspoken question.
She didn’t reply with words, only let her lips kick up a little in a smile and he turned and pulled her by the hand through the living room and into the master suite.
His bedroom was the same as the rest of his house—modern, plain and masculine. The black covers and dark wooden bed was an imposing force in the room.
Nathan reached for her again, his warm lips finding the curve of her neck as his hands sought the zip on her dress.
Emily closed her eyes and let him undress her, her brain screaming out a warning just as her dress slithered to her feet.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
She didn’t feel beautiful, hadn’t in a very long time. She was too big, too inexperienced. What was she doing with a guy like him?
She crossed her arms over her breasts and turned around to face him.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not…”
“Not what?”
“Not beautiful, not fit, not what I’m sure you’re used to having.”
Nathan’s chuckle made heat flood into her cheeks and she bent to grab her dress from the floor. How embarrassing! To have come so far only to be laughed at when she got down to her underwear.
His hands caught hers and drew her resisting form into his arms.
“You, Miss Emily, are bloody spectacular and I cannot wait to taste every inch of you. I’m going to make you scream and writhe and beg me to take you.”
She gasped at him. “I wouldn’t do that.”
A sly smile spread across his lips that made her belly quiver.
“Wanna bet?”
She cocked her head at him, letting her body relax against him. “What do you have in mind?”
“Fifteen minutes and if you want to stop, then we’re done.”
That wasn’t a lot of time. “Fifteen minutes to do what?”
“Anything I like.”
Emily dug her fingernails into her palms, part of her desperate to do as he asked, the other part wishing she’d bothered to go to the gym and eat better. Her thighs were way too big!
“Come on, Emmy.” His voice was smoothly cajoling and she lowered her eyebrows to glare at him.
He ignored her and took her hand again, pulling back the covers and motioning to her to lay down on his huge bed.
She did as she was told, lifting her legs and lying down on the soft sheets, watching his warm gaze as it roamed down her body.
She forced herself to keep her arms by her sides, despite the urge to cover up everything that was too round or fleshy.
“You have an incredible body. Don’t change a single thing.”
He rolled onto her and settled his huge weight between her thighs. She squeaked from the impact and he swooped down for another kiss, his tongue sweeping in to taste her.
Emily threw herself into the kiss, knowing there was nothing to lose now. There was something just so beautiful about the feel of his chest against hers. She ran her hands down his back, reveling in the large amounts of muscle beneath her palms and his smooth, hot skin. She may never get to be in Nate’s bed ever again, and if she only had this one moment of insanity for the rest of her life, she was going to make it count.
He moaned while still kissing her, the sound going straight through her and directly affecting her clit, the tiny pleasure button pulsing with hunger.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his denim-covered ass. He broke off their kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down the side of her neck.
“Lift for me.”
She arched up for him and he unclipped her bra with a practiced flick and tossed it onto the floor, her naked breasts now on display for him. She arched her back to press her breasts against his chest, the skin-to-skin contact making her insides turn to melted honey.
She looked into his face, searching for any signs of disgust but all she saw was a flash of hunger before he descended onto her nipples and sucked one into his mouth.
She gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes as tendrils of pleasure fed through her belly, into her core.
His hands kneaded her breasts, plumping them up. His lips moved over to the other breast, her other nipple tightening as he ran his tongue around the pink areola and then touched the tip.
A moan escaped her and she pulled on his head to bring him closer. She needed more, she wanted to feel more.
His chuckle breathed against her skin as he slipped lower, kissing each inch of her belly as he moved back onto his haunches and tucked his hands into the sides of her knickers.
He lifted his eyes and held her gaze. She nodded her head just a fraction and he grinned at her as he slowly slipped her knickers down her legs. The lace whispered down her thighs and he threw them to the side, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor.
She hadn’t waxed or trimmed, but she kept herself relatively clean and…
Oh, shut up!
Nathan looked down between her thighs and licked his lips. She shivered and clenched her legs together. He shook his head and pressed her thighs apart, settling himself down between them on his belly.
She inhaled sharply and squealed as he extended his tongue and licked her clit. The heat and warmth of his mouth made her clamp her thighs together to contain the sensation. But he simply pressed them further apart, moaned and lifted his head to grin at her.
“You taste divine.”
That would be impossible.
“I doubt that very much.”
He chuckled again and ran his tongue from her opening up to her clit and moaned. “Well, you’re wrong.”
He winked once, then set his lips over her clit suckling on her until she cried out, pulses of pleasure seeping into her belly. He flicked his tongue over and over her sensitive nub, her pussy clenching tightly as heat flowed down the back of her legs.
She arched her spine, crying out as he worked on her and gave her more attention than any man ever had.
His finger circled her pussy opening and she found herself pressing down to gain the penetration, her starving body aching for him.
He didn’t give it to her, though, simply spreading the moisture arou
nd and taunting her. His tongue lapped at her swollen clit, then delved down to taste her.
She screamed as her belly began to coil like a spring, her starved body craving the release he would soon give. She hoped. She prayed.
A groan exploded from her throat, and she dug her nails into his head as her orgasm built in her and she came in gripping waves of pleasure.
She cried out as the wave crested and then dropped, her belly shuddering and her legs tightening against him.
He pulled back and jumped up, standing next to her on the carpet.
Huh?
The heated wave flowed back and away, cold sand beneath her feet.
“What…?”
She sat up, her thighs slick with her own juices and her insides clawing at her with need.
“It’s been fifteen minutes now. Are you staying?” Nathan toyed with the button on his jeans and relief flowed through her. He was just stopping to ask her if she wanted to keep going. She nodded emphatically.
No way was she leaving now.
He grinned and opened the fly on his jeans, pushing the denim down his strong legs and standing back up to reveal a slightly thickened cock and beautiful thighs.
She licked her lips and rolled onto her side, beckoning him closer with a look she hoped said everything she was feeling inside.
****
Her sweet taste was still on his lips and his eyes couldn’t decide which pair of delicious pink lips they wanted to stare at most.
She was too perfect, and so different from any other woman he’d ever had in his bed. Her curves were larger, her passion more honest. She made his breath catch and his gut tighten. And he wasn’t sure he could walk away from this woman as easily as he had everyone else.
“Nate?” Her voice had a question in it. She was cooling down and he didn’t want that.
No more thinking.
“Open your legs for me and show me how beautiful you are.”
He began stroking his cock, watching her as she did as he asked, lying on his bed and showing him her beautiful body.
He moved to the end of the bed and stared at her. “Anything you want to show me?”
She sat up and slid to the end of the bed. “Can I touch you?”
“Ah, yeah.” He took his cock and offered it to her. He couldn’t really get hard for anyone anymore. He’d let her suck him for a minute, then turn her over and fix himself before he entered her.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “How do you like it? Will you teach me?”
“Pardon?”
She shrugged. “I don’t have a lot of experience and I want to please you.”
No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Ever. Women took from him. Lay back and let him do what he wanted to get them to come. They didn’t care about what he liked.
It was the main reason he couldn’t get hard easily anymore. He was rarely inspired by some female wanting to use him as though he were a talented dildo.
“I love strong suction, a little teeth. And look at me.”
She grinned and opened her mouth, encircling him with one long suck. Heat flowed through him and when she looked up, his balls pulsed with desire.
He grabbed the back of her head and guided her to glide up and down his length until she got the rhythm and he had to pull away, the tingles of his orgasm teasing at the base of his spine.
“Sorry. Did I do it wrong?”
He groaned and touched himself again. “No, that was perfect. I had to pull away or I was going to come right then. Roll over.”
She frowned at him but did as she was told, flipping onto her knees and opening her legs for him.
Her ass was round and firm and as he stepped over to the bedside table to grab some protection, he admired the strength in her body.
“You really are beautiful, Emmy. Spectacular, actually.”
She looked his way and grimaced. “I don’t know how you can say that.”
He stepped behind her and tapped her ass with the hard length of his cock. “This here doesn’t lie sweetheart, and in this position, you are perfection.”
He ran his hands over the outside of her smooth thighs, up her ass and along her spine.
She bumped back against him and a growl rumbled through his chest.
He took his cock and pressed it against her pink opening, thrusting his hips once, twice, then breaching the entrance.
“Ah…” She gasped and pressed back against him, so he slid in deep, letting her hot, tight body take him in completely.
Nate groaned and tightened his belly to stop himself coming too quickly. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“You. Do. Too.”
Her hand slid back and gripped his fingers where they held her hip, the connection she was trying to make so simple it hit him in the chest like a rib tackle. She knew who he was, she wanted him close.
She wants a connection to me. Wow.
He shook his head and began to ride her, concentrating on the rhythm, the strokes. Trying not to get too caught up in what this was, what it meant to either of them.
She moaned beneath him, tossing her head and pushing back against him as he thrust harder and faster.
Her body squeezed him like a glove, a perfectly formed, tight, hot glove.
“Nate… Oh God… Nate.” His name on her lips was perfect and he was beginning to slip. She was so sexy, so honest, so warm and tender.
Heat tickled up his spine and tightened his balls. This was all happening too fast, but she felt so good, so perfect beneath his hands and around his cock. He thrust again and her pussy squeezed him so tightly he let go of all control.
“I’m coming… fuuu...ck.” He pumped into her once more and she gripped his hand tight.
Fire poured through his body and he cried out, his cock spasming inside her.
His head exploded and white light fizzled around him.
When he came back to reality, she was stroking his thigh and he was still inside her.
She was too close. The cold was creeping into his belly super-fast this time. Fear, like a snake coiling inside him, ready to attack.
He needed to break away before he said something he’d regret.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He withdrew, his cock slipping out into the cold and he wanted to thrust straight back into her warmth.
Stop it. You sound like a pussy.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her body now sliding down into a prone position, her face soft and relaxed as she stared at him.
“Yeah, I’m just a bit sweaty. Gotta rinse quick.”
“Okay, Nate.”
He walked away to his ensuite, wiping away the condom and throwing it in the bin and grabbed the face washer, wetting it and wiping himself.
Wow. That was a little too good.
He looked himself in the mirror and stared himself down. The reflection shocked him. His eyes were drugged, his hair mussed and standing on end.
He took a sniff of himself and moaned as their combined smells met his nose. Sex and sweat…cum. The most earthy smell around.
He couldn’t go back in there or he’d just fuck her again. There was something intoxicating about the way she responded to him, her enthusiasm for him was so authentic. So genuine.
He reached into the shower and turned on the taps, hot water blasting out of the silver head and making him jump back.
He glanced back at the closed door.
She could probably use a shower too.
No. Get on with it.
If he had a shower without her she’d hopefully get the point and leave, then he wouldn’t have to kick her out.
He groaned as he stepped beneath the hot spray, water beating down on his shoulders and infiltrating his tense muscles.
“Ahhh...” He turned and tilted his head back, letting the water wash away the evidence of what he'd done with one of his solicitors and the stress of the day, which had mostly been there because of her.
Nathan turned off
the water and dried himself, his ears not picking up any signs of movement from the bedroom.
Get yourself together. You barely know this girl. Stop feeling things.
The sensation of her hand on his still lingered, the sounds of her hot moans in his ears. She was amazing. It was all incredible.
And he’d end it now.
Before it became something more. Before she got into his heart and he didn’t know himself anymore. He’d worked too hard for too long to be who he was, and a woman like Emily was the sort who could be his undoing.
He’d felt it.
The crack in his armor the moment her hand had touched his.
And it stops now.
The weakness, the softness in him that she exposed was almost painful. He didn’t want it, or her influence in his life. No matter how good it felt in the short term, long term it would only bring havoc, for her and especially for him.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door. He clenched his fists and walked back into his bedroom.
“Emily…”
Nate frowned and walked forward, keeping a firm hand on the knot of his towel.
His words bounced around the quiet room, the sound of her even breathing reaching him over the space between her sleeping form and him.
He walked up to his side of the bed and stared at her face. She’d lain down on her side and pulled up the blanket.
He sighed and let his eyes wander over her. Her thick eyelashes fanned out on her cheeks and her soft lips were parted, still swollen and red from his kisses.
Nathan stepped back and cleared his throat as he glanced around his room and weighed his options. He had a guest bedroom but the mattress left a lot to be desired. His bed was a king and he was sure he wouldn't even know she was there if she stayed on the edge like she currently was.
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t share his bed with anyone. It built an intimacy he didn’t want, gave them the wrong impression and he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Especially not someone like her.
He could wake her up.
His eyes travelled over the expanse of creamy skin of her shoulders and breasts, her rounded hips and long legs. All that beauty, and she looked so tired. She worked as hard as he did, which was an incredible thing to admit.