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Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)(49)

By:Samantha Young


At that my eyes drifted back up to his face and I snorted, relaxing a little. 'I'll keep that in mind.'

'Make sure that you do. Sex is a two-way street.'

'Okay.'

'So  …  me or you?'

'Uh  … '

'We'll start with you.' He kicked his jeans off. I admired his athletic body. He was by far the best-looking guy I'd ever seen in real life and I was about to have sex with him.

'This is a little surreal,' I murmured without thinking.

'It's about to get very real,' came his deep, seductive reply.

'Oh, boy.'

He laughed again and stepped back into my space, the back of his knuckles brushing down the curve of my waist and sending a lovely shiver rippling down my spine. 'I'm going to take off your underwear,' he whispered, his warm breath dancing across my mouth. 'Are you ready for that?'

I'd already stood in front of him in my skimpy lingerie and somehow gotten through it without feeling like a heifer. In fact, surprisingly, Nate had made me feel kind of  …  hot. I nodded, a little tongue-tied, my eyes lifting to his as his fingers skimmed around my back to the clasp of my bra.

'You really do have the most stunning eyes,' he breathed as he expertly unclipped my bra, his own beautiful dark brown eyes penetrating mine.

I almost purred, my chest rising and falling quickly now as I felt his fingers caress my shoulder blades before drifting over the straps of my bra.

As he smoothed the straps down my arms he traced little circles in my skin. 'Like silk,' he whispered.

My bra fell from my body and Nate's gaze dropped to my naked breasts. They swelled under his attention, my nipples puckering in the cold air. 'Babe,' he said appreciatively, and I shuddered at the feel of his warm hand cupping my right breast, his thumb sliding across the nipple. 'Fuck me, you're gorgeous.'



       
         
       
        

A light switched on inside me, its luminance shining from the very depths of me, and I knew Nate caught that light because when our eyes met again he grew very still.

'Thank you,' I managed to force out. For making me feel beautiful.

I didn't have to say the words out loud. Nate got it.

In answer he crushed his mouth over mine in a hard, deep kiss, and cupped both breasts, thumbs gliding over the pebbled nipples. I gasped into his mouth as heat dove through my belly heading for my sex. Wanting to touch him but still unsure, I trailed my hands tentatively over his chest, learning the feel of him under my fingertips. He was warm, his skin smooth, and I felt his strength in the coiled, hard muscles of his body. I throbbed at the feel of him under my hands.

He broke the kiss and my swollen lips pouted in disappointment.

His grin was wicked as he edged his body into mine and kept going until I had to move with him. The back of my legs hit my footboard. 'Get on the bed,' he commanded hoarsely. 'Lie back.'

I did as he asked, leaning up on my elbows, waiting excitedly for his next move. My eyes lowered to his black boxer briefs and my breath stuttered at the sight of his raging erection.

I did that.

A triumphant smile curled my lips, and my belly flipped at his low, pleased chuckle. It flipped even harder as his hands coasted up my outer thighs and his thumbs hooked into the lace edging of my panties.

I froze, my eyes darting to his.

'Liv  … ' His tone was reassuring.

Nodding, I lifted my hips to help him and couldn't stop the blood heating my cheeks as he slowly peeled my panties down my legs and let them drop to the floor.

He took his time eating me up with his eyes. 'I like the underwear, but I've got to say, I don't think you've ever looked better than you do right now.'

Oh, wow. That's so nice. Telling him I thought so might have spoiled the mood, though, so instead, still blushing, I croaked out, 'What now?'

'Lie back and trust me. I want you to tell me if you don't like something I'm doing and let me know when you really like something I'm doing.'

The breath whooshed right out of me as I lay back, watching him as he got on the bed and settled his knees on either side of my waist. The heat from his body hit mine and he wasn't even touching me. His cologne taunted me, its heady scent affecting not only my sense of smell but my taste buds as well. I wanted to find its origin on his body and I wanted to lick and suck and kiss his skin until he was groaning underneath me.

It seemed Nate had a similar idea in mind.

Hands braced on the mattress on either side of my head, he bent to graze his lips over mine. Back and forth, back and forth. Teasing. Tingling. Frustrating. Just as I was about to complain impatiently, he kissed me harder. I moved my lips beneath his, our tongues stroking each other in a deep mating that brought me new understanding of the sexual promise of a kiss. The kisses I'd had before had been mechanical  –  a bit like Will's at Club 39  –  and I'd felt nothing, not realizing that a kiss with someone you were attracted to, a sensual kiss, was a prelude to what was to come.