Nate pulled her into him. “All good things come to those who wait.”
“We’re not going to wait, are we?” Mel asked, looking up at him. She couldn’t believe the wantonness of her question.
“Hell, no,” Nate growled. His lips claimed hers again as if he thought that he had to convince her. He pushed her back against the wall, and she yelped in pleasure as her back met the cool brick wall and she felt his hard body molded against hers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how sexy you are ever since I watched your ass swish across the room in that shithole bar.”
Mel was only half listening as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She decided that they had to many clothes on. She was burning it up. It was as if her whole body was on fire. She wanted him inside of her as quickly as possible.
Nate’s hands came up and gently cupped her breasts through her dress. His gentle kneading against the fabric caused her nipples to spring to attention. Nate’s lips left hers and started to travel down the side of her neck. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to get closer to him.
As if reading her mind, he gripped her hips and without breaking his lips away from her neckline, he slowly stepped them backwards over to the couch. He sat down on the edge and gazed up at her. She could see the passion in his eyes, and she felt like the sexiest woman in the world. His hands went behind her, and she felt the tug on the zipper on her back.
Mel had just one pertinent question left. “You have something with you?”
“I was a boy scout. I’m always prepared,” he replied as her dress fell to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Damn, Mel, you are beautiful.”
His pull was rough this time and she found herself pressed between his hard body and the back of the couch. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Then his hand caressed her stomach and slipped further down her body. When he found that juncture between her thighs she started to moan.
“You are soaking wet,” he groaned against her throat. Then his lips lifted and he was kissing her again, harder this time.
Her fingers crept down his body and then flitted across the crotch of his pants, giving her a small thrill of delight as she felt him jump. “And you are hard as a rock,” she chuckled. “Let me help you get more comfortable.”
Nate’s clothes joined Mel’s dress on the floor, and she pushed against his chest so that he was sitting back against the couch. As she moved to straddle him, he grabbed her waist and flipped her around so that she was beneath him again.
“Not so fast,” he said. His eyes locked on hers and she saw tenderness there mingled with the lust. It had been a long time since she had been with a man who was so attentive and thoughtful of her feelings.
His mouth explored the curve of her neck, and his small kisses sent tingles of delight quivering through her body. Then his lips found her nipple, and she moaned as his tongue slowly circled the taunt flesh. Her hips began to gyrate, mimicking the motion of his tongue, and as Nate sucked and teased with his teeth, his hand wandered down and parted her soft folds again.
Mel arched her back, making it clear what she wanted. Her legs automatically parted wider as his fingertips twitched around her hot nub. When they slipped inside her, she felt as if her body was turning to liquid. “Yes,” she begged.
Then his lips were next to her ear. “Yes?” His fingers circled her opening and then flicked across her throbbing core.
“Please,” she panted.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she said.
The absence of his body next to her moments later brought her out of her lust induced haze. She heard the crackle of plastic and knew that she was just moments away from the release she had been so impatiently waiting for. It still felt like an eternity before Nate was back, his hard body sliding slowly up hers, kissing and nipping the whole way.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
His throbbing manhood teased the sensitive edges of her velvety opening, and then thrust inside. He filled her completely and her eyes popped open. Her softness immediately wrapped itself around him, and she squeezed her muscles, causing him to moan. Then, he slowly began his thrusts in earnest, and Mel was almost pushed over the edge right away.
“Faster,” she said.
Nate fell to his elbows and looked deep into her eyes. Even as she felt the wave of pleasure building inside of her, she didn’t take her eyes off of him. It seemed important. As he panted, she knew that he was getting close too.
“Come with me, baby,” he demanded.
Mel nodded and then his thrusts were more urgent. Mel wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him even better access and she felt his hardness hitting that innermost part of her insides. It was driving her crazy. Nate’s hands slid beneath her to fondle her ass. Then he pressed her closer to him. His pace quickened, and Mel knew that she was almost there.
“I, can’t, hold, on, any, longer,” she managed to say just as she felt the waves of pleasure overtake her and she bit her lower lip to hold back a scream.
Nate’s sharp intake of breath confirmed that he had joined her in on that plane of ecstasy. Then he fell against her, his full weight resting on top of her. Skin on skin, she could feel his heartbeat keeping pace with hers.
Then he kissed her hair, her neck, her breasts, and her lips. It was as if he was trying to devour her. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked. “In about five minutes, I’m going to be ready for round two. Trust me, we’re just getting started.”
Mel laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I promise I won’t keep you up all night. I am pretty sure one of us has to work in the morning.”
“I’m the boss. I think I’ll play hooky,” Nate said. He swept her up in his arms, and Mel let herself be carried away.
In the middle of the night, and Mel awoke from a sound sleep. The gentle snoring next to her told her that Nate was undisturbed. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face. Nate had kept his promise. Round two was even better than round one, and then there was round three. Her toes curled as she replayed that orgasm in her mind.
Usually a sound sleeper, she wondered what had woken her. She was thoroughly satiated, so she should have been sound asleep. After examining her thoughts for a few minutes, she realized what it was that she wanted to do. It was the reason she had woken up.
Careful not to wake Nate, she slipped out of bed and grabbed her robe. Then she padded into the room next door. It was her studio. In the middle of the room was the same blank canvas that had been sitting there for the last six months. It was time to change that.
Hours later, Nate wandered into the room. He came up behind her, and his arms encircled her. He kissed the side of her neck. “Who knew that painting could be so erotic?”
“Are you saying that because I’m naked under this robe, or because of the subject of the painting?” she said without stopping her strokes against the canvas.
“Both,” he replied.
Then Mel turned her head toward him and kissed him boldly. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked.
“For giving me back something I thought I had lost,” she said. “I woke up, and couldn’t wait to paint. It’s because of you.”
“In that case, why don’t you come back to bed for a little while to repay me?” Nate said.
“What do I owe?” Mel said with a sly smile.
“I’m sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement,” Nate winked.
“Give me a minute,” she said.
“Sure.” Nate kissed the top of her head and then left the room.
Mel stood and set her brush down on her stool. She took a step back from the canvas. She was satisfied that she had captured Nate’s baby blues perfectly. Her critical eye picked out the areas that needed more shading and definition. She didn’t normally paint nudes, but her subject had been more than enough inspiration for her to try it again.
She got to th
e doorway and turned back to the canvas. She knew then that she’d take the job that Nate had offered. She was ready to paint again. She was ready to live her life again. She even thought she might be lucky enough to have Nate by her side to support her, just like she would support him.
She flicked off the switch, sending the room into darkness, and then went to find the source of her inspiration. Mel had no intention of ever letting it go again.
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About Ivy Sinclair
Ivy Sinclair cut her romance teeth on classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, An Affair to Remember, and Sabrina. She is a firm believer in a happily ever after ending, and that there is no emotion quite like laughter through tears. But sometimes the sweetness of love needs to be tempered with some naughty steaminess, and that’s what readers can expect to find in Ivy’s stories. Ivy is a life-long Midwesterner who enjoys cozying up to the fire with her husband and a glass of wine during the long winter nights.
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