The Devil She Knew(24)

Her fingers buried into his hair as he moved further down so he could  lick her. He loved the way she tasted, and the way she quivered when he  ran his tongue over her. Even when she clutched his hair tight enough to  hurt, it only made him more aroused. He couldn't get enough of her. He  wanted her to come in his mouth, to feel her shuddering climax before he  gave in to his aching cock and slid into her.

Her moans were a drug that he couldn't get enough of. He was an addict for her pleasure.

"Please," she panted. "Please. Yes. Oh, yes."

Nate flicked his tongue faster across her, and plunged his fingers into  her. Her fingernails dug into his scalp, but he didn't care. She was  close.

With a long, shuddering cry, her muscles tightened.

Her release gave him the strangest sensation. Strange, because he felt  it in every cell of his body, as though he were the one who was  orgasming. Of course, he knew he wasn't, but an intense warmth and  pleasure surged through him anyway. The moan she made was the sweetest  music he could have heard. The way she clenched around his fingers sent  shivers over his skin. His own cock throbbed, but it didn't seem to  matter. All he cared about was drawing her pleasure out as long as he  possibly could. Her pleasure was his. It was everything.         

     



 

When she was spent, he held her, letting her breathing calm. Though he  was painfully hard, there was no urgency in his need for her. Her body  shuddering in his arms was all the satisfaction he needed. Her limbs  were limp and her kiss languid, and that made him feel utterly at peace.

He was so relaxed, he didn't even feel that alarmed. Not even when he asked himself again, Nate, are you falling for her?

But it was a question he didn't want to answer. Now wasn't the time to  think about it, so he pulled her on top of him so he could watch her  move with the stars behind her. Their silver light highlighted her skin  in all the right places. With her head thrown back and her hair tumbling  around her torso, she was so beautiful, he could hardly believe she was  real.

But she felt very real.

Especially when she positioned him under her, and he felt the intense, exquisite pleasure of sliding slowly into her.

He wanted to tell her how perfect she was, but all he could do was  groan. She pushed down until he was buried deep inside her, then pulled  up again. He put his hands around her hips, loving her curves. If only  this night could last forever.

But the way he felt, that wasn't going to happen. In fact, if she kept  riding him like that - oh yeah, like that - he wasn't going to last at  all.

He wanted her to come again. And this time he wanted to be looking into her eyes as they both plunged over the edge.

Shit. He had to be falling for her.

The thought should have terrified him, but as she increased her rhythm,  her breath coming faster, there wasn't enough room left in his brain for  anything but pleasure. Anything but her. The only things in his  universe were her gorgeous curves, the way her curls danced over her  breasts, and her cupid's bow, accentuated in the moonlight. She was the  most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he had to bite down hard to  stop himself coming too soon. He was determined not to come until she  did.

Then her cries of pleasure started, and the feeling of her orgasm sent  him spiraling into ecstasy. With her head thrown back and her body  shuddering, she was utterly gorgeous. He had to close his eyes as the  sensation flooded his body, so strong it overloaded all his senses.

It seemed to go on for a very long time, and as it started to fade, he  had an odd feeling that for a moment they hadn't been two separate  people at all, but a single entity, a tangle of limbs and sensations,  joined in perfect unity.

When it was over, he lay on his back with her head on his shoulder, and  stroked her skin as she snuggled into him. He stared up into the night  sky, getting his breathing under control. She sighed with pleasure,  playing with the light hairs on his chest. He kissed her forehead.  Neither of them spoke for a while, and he thought she was enjoying the  same incredible flush of complete satisfaction as he was feeling. He'd  never felt this good in his entire life, not that he remembered.

Suddenly he felt the urge to try to put how he was feeling into words.  And why not? She'd already turned him inside out and it was too late to  worry about being vulnerable.

"The stars are gorgeous," murmured Suzie. "When I was a kid, I dreamed  of seeing them up close and looking at the Earth from space. I know I'll  never get to do it, but wouldn't it be amazing to be an astronaut?"

He traced the moon and stars design on her shoulder. "Is that where your tattoo came from?"

"I figured if I was never going to get there, I'd have to carry a few  stars around with me instead." She gave a contented sigh. "It's so clear  tonight. I've never seen this many before. Have you?"

"Not even close." He nuzzled her hair, loving the way it smelled. Like  soap, only fresher, and with a hint of cinnamon. "But it's not just the  stars that are different tonight. Everything seems to have changed."

She lifted her head so she could see his face. "What do you mean?"

How to explain it, this feeling rising from deep inside him? He hardly  knew what he wanted to say, only that words were rising up too, and he  didn't want to hold them back.

He drew in a breath. "I must have looked up into the night sky a  thousand times. Of course, the light pollution in New York makes it hard  to see anything and even when I travelled to other places, I mostly saw  a fraction of these stars. Even in Hawaii, it wasn't like this. You  come to accept what you see all the time as being the way things are."  He tightened his arm around her. "Except now, looking into a perfectly  clear sky, I can feel my view of the universe shifting. I knew in the  right conditions millions of stars would be visible, but it didn't seem  real until now. Until I could look up and see them."         

     



 

"I get what you mean." When Suzie smiled, her cupid's bow caught the  light. How could such a tiny thing as the curve in her top lip have such  a profound effect on him? The warmth that flooded through him at the  sight was about as logical as the way he wanted to bury his nose in her  hair so he could remember her smell forever. But it felt good. She felt  good.

Suzie rested her head back on his shoulder and Nate smoothed a curl away  from her face. "You're like those stars," he murmured. "All this time  I've been walking around assuming people are like the sky in New York.  But you're like what I can see up there. You're more than anyone I've  ever known." He gave a soft laugh. "That makes no sense, but it's the  way I feel."

Did he want to break his ‘no relationships' rule? The thought should set  alarm bells jangling. Yasmina's death had cut too deeply to leave  himself open to pain like that again.

He couldn't protect Suzie. What if something happened to her?

But even that terrible thought couldn't break through the deep sense of  peace he felt. Still, he'd need to talk the implications through with  her in the morning, because taking it further wasn't something he'd do  lightly. But how could he not want more of this?

There was silence for a moment, and when she spoke her voice wasn't  quite steady. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to  me."

She lifted her head and kissed him so deeply and thoroughly that,  against all expectation, he felt blood pumping into the part of him he  was sure was exhausted. She must have noticed him hardening against her  belly, because she broke off their kiss and gave a breathless little  laugh. "Again?" One of her eyebrows lifted. "Not that I'm complaining.  No, I think impressed is the word I'd use."

"It's your fault," he protested. "You're a disruptive influence, just like Mr Coleman used to say in science class."

Stroking his length, her fingers banished any last trace of softness.  "I'm not sure this is exactly what Mr Coleman was talking about."

"I sincerely hope not." His fingers found where she was wet and eager  for him. "But just in case, let's conduct a scientific experiment."

"What kind of experiment?" Her voice was throaty as he kissed her neck.

"I'd like to study how long I can do this." Demonstrating with one hand,  he pulled a low, deep moan of pleasure from her. "Before neither of us  can stand it and I have to slide inside you again."

She dug her fingers into his back and bit his ear lobe. "Turns out science can be fun. Who knew?"





16





The sun was well and truly up. Nestled into Nate's side, with a blanket  pulled over them, Suzie was getting hot. But it was too nice lying like  this to move. She didn't ever want to get up. Better to lie with him,  the two of them twisted around each other, naked and happy forever.

She pulled the covers further up to shield her eyes from the sun. It was climbing far too quickly. What was its hurry?