We hadn’t gone all the way last night and suddenly I felt guilty for wanting him so damn much, pushing him too hard.
“It’s okay, Nate,” I whispered, pulling back from him. “If you don’t want to.”
He groaned. “Goddamn, I want to . . . so bad. I just don’t understand why you do.”
My eyes snapped up to his. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You were my safe zone, my safe girl,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think you’d even be attracted to me and then you go and . . .”
His safe girl? I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. “And what?”
“And make me feel like you did last night . . . all hot and fucking out of my mind.”
He grabbed my face, yanked me forward and kissed me thoroughly, zapping the air straight from my lungs. Damn, I loved the way he kissed me. The way he gave me the one thing he claimed to have held back from others. But I wanted more.
I broke away, gasping for air. “For the record, I was completely out-of-my-mind hot for you, too.”
His fingers were mapping patterns on my thighs as he flattened me against the cool steel. We were up high with the entire city laid out before us, and damn if my brain wasn’t misfiring signals.
But I wanted to be honest and lay it all out there, even if it ended up hurting in the end.
“I know you’re struggling with something, and I think I know what it is,” I said, looking into his eyes. “But I’ve never had that before—the way it was with you last night. And I can’t help wanting to feel it again, wanting you to give it to me again. All of it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Nate
What in the hell was this girl doing to me?
She was basically asking me to fly free, to be completely uninhibited.
Could I do that with her, this one time?
Jessie and me were on this abandoned bridge with nobody around. No one to hear us or judge us. Only her—to judge me later.
My hard-on was pulsing against my zipper. I wanted so desperately to let it all out that my toes and fingers and brain were becoming numb.
“Turn around,” I growled. The look of surprise in her eyes made me pause. Until it changed over to lust. When she spun slowly and gripped the railing, I drew in a harsh breath. Her ass lifted in the air and her skirt was riding up her thighs as she waited on me to make the next move.
I sucked on the back of her neck as my fingers found her breasts. She moaned and rocked against me. My hands slid beneath her shirt, skimming up her bare stomach to her bra. Her gorgeous breasts were encased in lace and I needed to feel them again, how full and lush they’d been in my hands.
I pushed up her bra to let them loose and then grasped onto her nipples while she arched her back. “Oh God, Nate.”
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she said. “Harder.”
What the hell was she saying?
“Still promise to tell me if it’s too much? You’ll tell me to stop?” I asked.
She nodded instantaneously. “Yes.”
I pinched and rolled her hard buds and she cried out, spurring me on.
She attempted to reach for me, her hands grabbing behind her and I grunted, “Keep your hands on the railing.”
She immediately complied and the idea that this amazingly strong girl was allowing me to be in control made my dick ten times stiffer.
Damn, I was a sick fucker for enjoying that, wasn’t I?
My mind tried to keep my body in check, but my powerful yearning for this girl had already won out.
My fingers glided down to her ass and I ground against her, showing her how much I wanted her.
I yanked up her skirt and saw the same black lace. Last night the room was dark but with the sun high in the sky, her ass was round and firm, her thighs milky white.
“This needs to come off,” I said, tugging at the material. Her fingers slipped to her waistband and she wiggled her skirt down her legs and then kicked her feet out of it.
She repositioned her fingers on the railing and I could hear her uneven breaths. The sight of her practically naked on top of a bridge was such a complete mind fuck.
Smoothing my hands over her ass to her thighs, my fingers curled beneath the fabric of her underwear, reaching for her center. She was dripping wet. For me. And that just made me greedier for her.
I inserted one finger between her legs and she let out a breathy moan. “Please, Nate.”
I drove another inside and I felt my balls tightening, I wanted to fuck her so damn badly.
My thumb reached up and circled her clit. “Beg me again.”
“Please, I want you so bad,” she moaned. “I’m desperate to feel you inside me.”
Goddamn. Hearing Jessie say those words was my undoing.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and with one hand, slid out my wallet to remove the condom I never imagined I’d need on this trip.