“What are you doing?” I complain.
“You had a rule. Five dates, remember? I respect you and I respect your choices, even if I want you so badly it hurts. But respecting that means keeping my hands away from you or I’ll die from frustration.”
Licking my lips, I say in a low voice, “The rule wasn’t as set in stone as I made it out to be. I just needed to be sure you wanted me. Us.”
I hear him move on the couch, feel the leather cave in with his weight as he’s right behind me again.
“I’ve always wanted you. That was never the question. It’s always been yes.” Only our heavy breaths fill the silence for the next seconds. “Alice, do you want me to go to my room tonight?”
The implication in his question is clear, and it sends all my senses into a tailspin. I answer without a morsel of hesitation.
“No.”
That one syllable is enough for the tension between us to explode. Taking his thumb away from the sweet spot on my neck, he tilts my head slightly, placing his mouth on the exact same spot. His gorgeous, hot mouth. The sensation travels straight to my sex, and I can’t stop a shudder. He reaches to the lower hem of my shirt, pushing it up, barely a fraction of an inch. The gesture is a silent question: He’s seeking my permission. By way of answering, I push the fabric further up. My breath catches at the same time he exhales sharply.
“Nate.” Licking my lips, I dig my nails into the leathery surface of the couch, seeking to ground myself. “I want you too. So much.”
Before long, we’re both completely naked. I drink in the sight of him, all hard and hot, ready to love me and be with me in all ways. His hand on my chest, he pushes me onto my back on the couch until I’m lying with my head on the armrest. His gaze rakes over me and my nipples turn to pebbles under his scrutiny. When he leans over me, placing a chaste kiss right on my abdomen, I shudder. He trails upward to my neck, and finally my mouth. With every kiss, he steals more of me until he owns me so utterly and completely that it frightens me. This man has a power over me that I haven’t given anyone else. No matter where his lips touch me, I feel his kisses everywhere.
“I like seeing you like this, trembling with anticipation,” he whispers.
“Better make all this anticipation worth my time,” I tease, pointing to his hard length between us.
“Ah, sweet Alice, don’t you know that pleasure is best savored only after yearning for it?” He grips his erection at the base, placing the tip right under my navel, sliding it down a few inches on my belly. “Anticipating it until it’s almost painful?” He slides farther down until his tip is on my clit, and I go up in flames. A tremor shakes through me, the ache low in my body so real and deep I can’t stand it one second longer. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”
“I’m clean and on the pill,” I tell him. He blinks, as if not quite understanding. And then his nostrils flare as he exhales sharply, the meaning of my words clearly reaching him.
“I’m clean too, but are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say confidently.
“Because I want nothing more than to be inside you with nothing between us, nothing at all. Just your pussy squeezing me—”
His words detonate a million tiny explosions across my skin, deep in my body, unleashing a rabid desire.
“Yes.”
He tilts my head back for better access, kissing my neck. The tip of his erection slides up and down my folds, coating himself in my slickness.
“So wet and ready,” he murmurs in my ear, right before sliding inside me. He does it slowly, giving me his erection inch by inch, stretching me. I love that he’s careful and considerate. And I love that he’s shaking, which means it’s taking every ounce of his
control not to unleash all his passion.
“So good. You’re so tight.”
“You’re just big,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back, Nate.”
“Oh fuck. I’ll be a brute.”
“I want it. I can take it.”
He slams against me, pulling out and slamming back again, not holding back. I drink up his passion, reveling in it, basking in every sensation he awakens in me. He owns me right now, every single cell in my body.
Digging my nails in the back of his neck, I drag them down the expanse of his back, feeling every ridge, line, and muscle under my fingers, slipping lower still until I reach his ass. Yummm… those sculpted muscles are a work of art. Planting my feet firmly on the couch, I push against him, meeting his desperate thrusts, moan after moan tumbling from my lips. Realizing how loud I am, I attempt to muffle the sounds by burrowing into one of his strong, muscle-laced arms.
“No!” he commands. “I want to hear you.”
“The neighbors will hear,” I tell him just before yet another moan—a cry, really.