Torrid Affair(84)

“No.” I walked over to the tray and grabbed a strawberry before I turned back toward him. “This is perfect. Romantic, even.”

“You deserve nothing but the best.”

I loved this man. I desperately needed him. It wasn’t an infatuation or a first love that never died. There were times I felt I couldn't breathe unless he was with me. I was okay with sharing him with her. I knew that was insane, but it also meant I got some part of him, even if it was a fragment, and that was better than nothing at all.

I’d take the hidden moments.

The glances across the room.

The sneaking off to hotels in the middle of the day.

I’d take it all if it meant I got to spend a few hours with him. If it meant he was back in my life.

I should have felt guilty, but there was no guilt inside me. Not when I was with him. For those few hours he was mine and everything around us didn't exist.

I took a flute of champagne and handed it to him, then turned back to grab the other. “Cheers.” I raised my glass to his. I tried to smile, but it was impossible when his eyes were looking at me as though he was a hunter and I was the prey.

Nate stretched his hand out for me and I went willingly. No words were spoken as he pulled me closer. My arms laced around his neck, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His lips grazed down my shoulder, his fingers gently tugging my shirt and exposing my bare skin. With each passing second, I grew wetter with need.

The wait was antagonizing.

Slowly I moved to the bed, Nate following every step I took. Sitting on the bed, I kicked my sandals off.

Nate's mouth and hands were all over my body. He was familiarizing himself with what had always been his.

I felt loved.

Beautiful.

Wanted.

Feelings that had been taken away from me years ago.

He tugged my shirt off, then kissed down one breast as one hand reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My heavy breasts were under his lips. My nipples pebbled at his touch.

I whimpered.

He growled.

Never pulling my gaze from his, I unbuttoned his shirt, undid his tie, and ran my fingertips along his soft skin.

“Lie back,” he said against my lips.

My hair fanned across the goose feather pillow, and Nate kneeled before me. He tugged on my shorts and slid them down my legs. Tossing them behind him, he ran his hands up my legs, and I arched my back in desperation. My breathing grew rapid. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for him to be inside me. His lips grazed my skin, and his scruff tickled my thighs. My legs opened for him, and Nate gently kissed around the lace material of my thong.

“Oh, God,” I moaned when his tongue slid along my core. “Please,” I begged.

“Shh,” Nate whispered against my clit and I felt my body would explode. “I refuse to rush this. It doesn’t matter how much this pains me to take it slow. I plan to make every minute count.”

I gnawed my lower lip, both excited and scared for what was about to happen.

Entwining his fingers around my thong, he dragged it down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re everything I ever wanted,” he muttered.

Nate kissed the curve of my knee, up my thigh, and up to the soft skin where my legs joined my body. Unable to wait any longer, I threw my head back and anticipated his tongue on the one place I needed him most. Ever so gently, Nate licked the tip of my clit, and I gasped for air.

He licked it again.

Again.

And again.

Each time I felt my toes curl with pleasure. Each time he caused another wave of ecstasy to course through my body. It was an electrical current feeding me with desire.

“Please . . . Don’t . . . Oh . . . God . . .”

Nate’s fingertips dug into my thighs as I came with passion.

My body shook. I wanted to scream, cry, laugh. Fully sated, I moaned his name louder with each shock.

“Hmm,” he hummed against my swollen bud.

I opened my eyes and pulled him toward me, my lips landing on the wet corner and my tongue licked off my arousal.

“That’s a half kiss.”

Nate smiled against my lips before claiming my mouth with his. My hungry hands undid his pants and exposed his hard cock. I stroked it gently. I wanted to taste him, but when I went to move, Nate stopped me.

“You do that and I won’t last two minutes.”

I giggled but stopped when he stood and discarded the remainder of his clothes. He was fucking perfect.

Taut.

Lean.

Rock fucking hard.

“How do you want me?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Turn around.” He pointed to the mirror on the opposite wall. “I want to see your face when you come again.”

I quickly obliged.

Kneeling on the bed, I lay my head flat on the duvet. Nate ran his fingers down my spine. Every move was slow and calculated.