Protect Me (Rivers Edge Book 4)(31)

"Devil woman," he mutters before throwing the machine in gear and pulling it out of the shed.

It doesn't take us but a couple of minutes to get to the creek bank. I  can see the small tent Nate has set up on a patch of thick grass between  the shack and the creek, but what draws my attention is the air  mattress on the ground next to it.

Nate makes quick work of throwing the duffle bags inside the tent and  pulling out the bedding that was placed inside to keep the bugs out of  it and begins to cover the air mattress. I watch from the side as he  sets up the bed before strolling over to me. No, stroll isn't the right  word. Stalk is more like it. He looks predatory as he approaches me with  hunger in his intense eyes. Like I am the lone doe in a wide open field  with the preying mountain lion.                       
       
           



       

Nate grabs a hold of my hands with his much larger, stronger ones and  pulls me flush against his firm body. I go willingly. His lips are on  mine in a flash. There's a slight urgency in the kiss, but also a  sweetness like he's cherishing me. His hands release mine and move to my  hair. I love the way his hands fan around my scalp, holding me firmly  in place to ensure I don't go anywhere. Hell, doesn't he realize that  there's no other place I want to be?

Nate begins to slowly step backwards so that we're kissing on the move;  moving towards the makeshift bed under the bright night sky. When I hear  his dress shoe hit the edge of the air mattress, he stops. His lips  stop and he looks deeply into my eyes. It's in this moment that I know. I  know that I have fallen head over heels in love with Nate Stevens. But  the scary part is that it doesn't shock me as much as I thought it  would. Worried? Hell, yeah. The day I leave Rivers Edge is going to be  the most painful day of my life. Leaving Nate behind is going to hurt  more than any heartache I've ever felt … times ten.

Nate runs his hands down my neck, massaging and savoring the touch of my  skin. I exhale deeply and close my eyes. His touch is pure magic.

Slowly, Nate's hands move to my back and they start to tug on the zipper  at the back of my dress. It's a black strapless piece with a white  stripe around the hemline. My strappy black wedge sandals give me an  extra few inches, which aligns me even closer to Nate's perfect lips.

Nate lowers the zipper and I feel the material loosen from my body until  it reaches my lower back. Earlier in the week, I went to the mall with  Avery after work, and we grabbed some new lingerie from a store she  frequents. I chose a black satin strapless bra with a lace overlay and  matching thong panties. The efforts of my purchases are written all over  Nate's face as he drops my dress to my ankles.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," he murmurs  against my lips as his hands explore my bare skin and snake around to  touch my naked ass.

"You're not so bad yourself," I whisper as I start to unbutton all of  the tiny white buttons on the front of his dress shirt. Black pearl  button covers start to fall to the ground.

"I don't give a shit about them. I'll pay whatever rental fee they charge for new ones," he says as we watch the buttons fall.

I give his shirt a big tug out of his pants - pants that are suddenly  very tight in the crotch area - and release the shirt. When all of the  buttons are open, Nate stands before me in his open white dress shirt.  With his big hands, he grabs me around the ass, lifting me up, and  setting me down softly on the air mattress.

The blankets are cool from the almost damp humid August air. Crickets  are chirping and frogs are croaking all around us. We are about to make  love under the stars. This moment is hands down, the most romantic thing  that has ever happened to me.

I lay back against the pillow as Nate squats over me. His hands fan out  as he caresses the suddenly hot skin of my abdomen. He dips down and  runs his tongue along my collarbone, down to my breasts. The wetness is  like gasoline to my already smoldering body, and I am completely up in  flames.

Nate reaches behind me and releases the clasp of my bra, freeing my  girls into the sticky night air. His mouth is hot as he quickly suckles  my erect nipple. He moves to the other, showing it the same attention as  the first one, and my moans echo off the trees and the water.

"God, I need you so bad," he says as he reaches down and gives the skimpy black material of my thong a tug.

"I need you, too," I whisper. More than he will ever know.

The growl that erupts from his gut is primal and fierce. My panties are  gone a second later, leaving me bare to the world, which is fine  considering they were soaked through already.

"God, I fucking want to worship your body," he says with fire dancing in  the depths of his eyes. "You're so damn wet," he adds as he uses his  large finger to rub around my moisture.

I moan as he works his finger around my most sensitive area. He slowly  slides one, then two fingers deep inside of me. The combination of his  fingers and his mouth as he kisses, suckles, and nibbles my pert nipples  brings on that familiar tightening in my stomach. I feel my internal  muscles gripping his fingers. Breathing becomes harder and harder as he  gently guides me toward release.

With his fingers kneading and tweaking my over-sensitive nipples, Nate  drops his mouth to the little bundle of nerves at my center. Just the  slightest flick of his tongue before taking my clit into his mouth and I  shatter into a million pieces. I can't even hear the noises echoing off  of our surroundings over the blood swooshing in my ears, as I come  fiercely. Nate doesn't slow his fingers or his mouth as he prolongs the  orgasm into one of the longest ones humanly possible.                       
       
           



       

I tremble as he slips his fingers from my body and removes his pants  quickly. His body is perfection. He's hard and strong and has sandy  blond hair that sprinkles over his amazing chest and down towards his  impressive groin. The tight vee of his hipbones is like a neon sign  pointing downward. It's like a beacon as if to say, Down here to the  promised land!

Naked, Nate pulls a condom out of his wallet as I still struggle to  catch my breath. The view he presents, though, standing in front of me,  has my lady parts firing on all cylinders again almost instantly. I want  this man desperately.

Nate positions his large frame over me. I spread my thighs to  accommodate him, preparing myself to welcome his body. Nate rubs the  head of his erection through my folds before positioning at my entrance.  His mouth places a gentle, sweet kiss on my lips, stealing my breath.  The moment is perfect as he slowly pushes himself inside me. I try to  suck air in my lungs, but between the pressure of his body and the  intensity of this moment, they just won't work. My lungs are failing me.

Nate slides his tongue inside my mouth, mimicking the slow, sweet love  he's making to me with his body. Nate breathes for me. We share air and  breath. We are one.

"God, I want to do this with you every day, all day. I want this with  you. It's so much more with you," he whispers against my lips, his eyes  closed as if he's savoring the touch.

I fight the tears that are filling my eyes as my reply gets caught in my  throat. I want to tell him that I love him. I want to give him the  little sliver of my heart that he doesn't already own. But I can't. He  deserves so much better than me.

"I need you, Lia. You. Only you," Nate whispers before dipping his  tongue into the dimple of my collarbone. His left hand comes down and  gently wraps around my throat as he strokes and makes love to my neck  with his hand.

Nate picks up his pace slightly. The combination of his tongue, lips,  and hands, along with his long, hard cock, have me pushing towards  another release. My body is tightly wound and there is only one way out  now. Only one man who can give me the release I need.

I grab a hold of Nate's back, feeling his amazing muscles clench and  tense underneath my touch. Without even realizing it, I dig my nails in  as my body starts the familiar climb. The feel of my nails biting his  back must push Nate past his breaking point. His entire body tenses as  he begins to grind his body against mine. My orgasm rips from me so  deeply that I'm not sure I'll ever be whole again.

Nate is right there with me. His mouth is firmly attached to mine as we  absorb each other's moans with our mouths. With each delicious thrust,  my orgasm is prolonged that much more. I feel his warmth inside of me,  contained by the condom, as he continues to push. Each thrust slower  than the last.

Eventually, energy is completely expelled from both of our bodies as we  fall limp and sated into the air mattress. I revel in the feel of his  big, heavy body on top of me, however eventually it becomes harder and  harder to breathe. Nate must sense this and rolls over to his back,  pulling me gently with him. With his arms wound tight around me, keeping  me warm and safe, I plaster myself against his comfortable chest.