“What?” Her voice shook in the darkness, her attention riveted on every place of contact between their bodies. Her body hummed with awareness.
Nathan shifted so his body half covered her, pressing her down into the mattress and she felt one of his arms slip underneath her pillow, supporting her head as well as his own weight. Was that his nose brushing along her neck and up to her ear?
“I am more than willing to lead you in this adventure of yours.” His voice caressed her ear before he pulled away slightly. “But you need to tell me what you want so I can take you where you want to go. So tell me, do you want me to kiss you?”
Sara nodded. When he didn’t do or say anything, she realized that he could not see her movement. “Yes,” she whispered, anticipation robbing her of breath.
She felt his fingers slide across her cheek and trace her bottom lip. His voice held more than a touch of arrogance when he spoke. “I am glad to hear it. And you can be assured that I always, always want to kiss you too.”
She couldn’t respond, not when his lips took hers, stealing away any chance of speaking. Heavens, she had been waiting for this all day—longer, it felt like. Sara’s eyes closed as his lips shaped hers, pulling away and pressing back with precise balance, coaxing her to join in.
Which she did enthusiastically; there was something about this man’s kisses that changed who she was. When he kissed her, she no longer was the one people did not notice, no longer was the meek and mild her friends had come to expect of her. His kisses told her that he noticed her, that he desired her, and that knowledge transformed her into a woman who took what she wanted even if it meant breaking from society’s strictures.
And so now, when Nathan kissed her under the cover of darkness in this decadent bed, Sara did not hesitate to kiss him back, nor to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer. A thrill shot through her fingers as they encountered hot, bare skin, and she ran her hands down his back, marveling in the muscles she felt and the small groan that vibrated up from his throat and into her mouth.
Nathan deepened the kiss, making it hotter and wetter. Their tongues touched and played, stroking each other. Sara enjoyed the rough scrape of his stubble around her lips, the light scratching combining with the insistent hardness against her hip to heighten her awareness of him as a man. She lifted one hand to tangle in his hair, the short locks twining around her fingers. She had never taken such liberties with any man before and she liked it, liked the way it made her feel and liked the way she could tell Nathan liked it. She liked it so much she thought she could become addicted to it.
No wonder so many people said such a behavior was a sin.
His hand moved away from her face and traveled down her body, skimming over her neck and shoulder and down her side to settle on her hip. He squeezed and followed it with a soothing caress that warmed her skin underneath her shift. Sara twitched, the nerves in her body begging for movement, begging for her to do more than just lie there. A hot wetness began to pool between her legs.
She broke away from the kiss, and Nathan took advantage to move to her neck and began to kiss and suckle where her pulse beat rapidly. “Nathan,” she said on a gasp in his ear, angling her head to give him more access, “I want more.”
His first response was a grunt. His second was to release her hip and she felt a tug where her shift was tied together just below her neck. The rush of cool air, signaling his success in opening it, was obliterated when his hand slipped into the opening and cupped her breast.
Well, that was new.
So new that it put all previous physical experiences in the shade. What she had thought was fire when he touched her was just a warming brick compared to what was throbbing from her breast now. His thumb moved in slow circles around her nipple, tightening it painfully; its twin responded in kind. Sara shifted into his hand, silently urging him on with her body.
He took her lips again in a heated kiss, dividing her attention between that and the hand on her breast. Sara clutched his arms, her nails digging into his biceps as he expertly manipulated her body.
When his hand moved off her breast and his mouth left hers, she let out a moan of protest that died a quick death when his mouth replaced his hand on her nipple.