Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)(100)

A loud burst of laughter from outside managed to force its way between us, and I jerked back, shaking my head dazedly. 'We can't,' I panted breathlessly. 'Not here. Do you know how many students have gotten up to no good on this table?'

His eyes bright with lust, color high on his cheeks, Nate looked a little nonplussed at first as he gazed past me to said table. Finally, he lifted his hopeful gaze. 'My place is a five-minute walk from here.'



       
         
       
        

Surprise shot through me and I smiled slowly. 'I've never seen your place.'

Tenderness softened Nate's expression as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. 'I'd really like you to see it now, babe.'

I bit my lip, musing over it. I didn't muse long. 'Angus does owe me some vacation time. I'm sure he won't mind me taking a half day.'

Nate's hand was warm and strong in mine, and since his strides were eating concrete I had no choice but to hurry along with him or have my arm pulled out of the socket.

After Angus grinned knowingly at my half-day request and then quickly granted it, Nate had grabbed my hand and hauled ass out of the library. Without saying one word he pulled me along with him over the Meadows and into Marchmont.

I was now being ushered up the stairs in his building at super speed. On the second floor, without letting go of my hand, I might add, Nate dug his keys out of his pocket, opened the shiny black door one-handed and dragged me inside.

Before I could take anything in, Nate was blocking my view, slamming the door shut over my shoulder a second before crushing his mouth down on mine and pushing me up against the wall.

I caught on fire pretty fast.

I salivated over the feel of his bristly stubble against my cheek, his tongue teasing mine, his soft hair drifting over my fingers as I clenched them in it in an effort to fuse myself to him. Nate pulled back to rip his shirt off and then he reached for mine.

Helpfully I lifted my arms and I was soon divested of my T-shirt.

My bra was gone seconds later.

A pleasured whimper fell from my lips when Nate wrapped his mouth around one nipple, laving and sucking it with his tongue while he pinched the other between his finger and thumb. I closed my eyes, arching against his mouth, clutching his head to my chest in sheer sexual delight.

'I've missed you so much,' I gasped as arousal coursed between my legs.

My words brought Nate's head up and he was kissing my mouth again before trailing hot, openmouthed kisses down my neck. I jerked in delighted surprise at the touch of his fingertips on my sex. He rubbed me through the fabric of my pants and I moaned his name, pushing my hips into the contact.

'I almost came out of my skin,' Nate suddenly said, his voice cracking with sexual anticipation, 'when you first asked me to teach you  …  when you asked me to fuck you.' He groaned and dropped his head against the crook of my neck as he continued to rub me torturously. 'It took every ounce of willpower I had not to grab your hand, haul you up to your flat, and fuck you until we both died of exhaustion.'

'Seriously?' I panted, my hands sliding down his warm, naked back to clutch his hips, to draw him closer. 

'Seriously.' He lifted his head to stare into my eyes and I almost climaxed at the expression on his face. Nate wanted me. Like, seriously, seriously wanted me. 'It was the excuse I'd been waiting for, for nine months.'

Our heavy breathing mingled for a highly charged moment, and then I reached up and kissed him. I kissed him with every ounce of love I had in me. Pulling back, we both panted a little as I cupped his face with my hands and let down every single defense I had. My soul was in my eyes, and I knew the moment Nate felt it because his grip on my waist tightened. 'No one,' I whispered, my lips trembling with the emotion, 'has ever made me feel like the person I've always wanted to be until you. You make me feel beautiful, Nate. All the way through. No one else has ever given me that. No one.'

'I'm glad,' he murmured against my mouth. 'Not just because you deserve to feel that way  …  but because it makes you mine.'

'Nate  … ' I shivered at the possessive purr in his voice.

'You're going to scream that for me tonight.' He brushed his lips gently over my mouth as his fingers worked the zipper on my pants. 'You're going to scream that you're mine.' His hand slipped inside, his fingers pressing beneath my panties and pushing gently in.

I arched into his touch, sighing. 'Come inside me,' I begged. 'I've missed you inside me.'

'I am inside you,' he answered, teasing me as he added another finger.

I groaned at the fullness but despite the pleasure, it wasn't enough. 'Not  …  I want your cock. I want your cock inside me. And I want it deep. So deep, Nate.'