I groan at the feeling of it. I want to taste it. I want to bring him that kind of pleasure again.
He deftly pulls the condom over the thick vein before he rips my panties to the side. "I'm going to fuck you. So hard. I want you to scream my name."
I suck in a deep breath as he glides the head over my clit. My hips buck against the wall, seeking more contact. Even if I wanted to pull back, I can't. His body is like a magnet to me. I can't resist him. I don't know how to.
He stifles a scream from my mouth with his own as he pushes himself completely into me. Hitching my right leg up, he moves swiftly to find his rhythm. I hold tight to his face, pulling his mouth into mine as he thrusts faster and harder. My head bangs against the inside of the door. We're both fully clothed but beneath his touch, with him inside of me I feel so open and bare.
His right hand moves to cup my ass, tilting my body slightly so the head of his cock hits that tender spot inside of me. I moan loudly at the sensation. I'm so close already. He can bring my pleasure to the surface so fast. It's confusing, and intoxicating all at the same time.
"Nathan," I whimper as I get close to the edge.
"Fuck, you're so sweet." He pounds harder, his hand cupping my ass tighter. "You have the perfect little body. Always so ready for me. Always so eager."
His words push me closer. "Please."
"Christ," he ups the tempo and my head slams repeatedly into the door. I can't register anything other than complete and total pleasure.
"Fuck." The word comes from a place deep within me. I can't control it. I can't control the orgasm that rushes through me. I cry out as he pumps harder, emptying himself as my name slides slowly over his lips.
Chapter 20
"I wanted to do that after we talked." I adjust the hem of the dress I'm wearing, hoping it will cover me now that I've lost my panties for the night.
"We're going to do that again after we talk," he says it so flippantly and with such a broad grin on his face that I almost melt at the notion.
"What are we now?" The question is awkward and misplaced.
"More than we were before?" It's not an answer and it does little to help me wade through all the cluttered emotions I'm feeling.
"What does that mean?" I don't want to sound needy or wanting but I also don't want to go back to taking an elevator up to his suite once a week and knocking on the door.
"It means that next Saturday night we're having dinner at Axel NY." He grins.
"No." I almost bounce into his lap. "How did you manage that?"
"My friend, Ivy. You remember the blonde from the restaurant." He cocks a brow waiting for me to respond.
I nod feverishly.
"Her boyfriend is related to the owner so she got us a table." He slaps his hands together. "I know you wanted to go there."
"How?" I search his face.
"The guy." He rolls his eyes. "You know that guy you were dancing with. I heard you talking to him."
I push back to that conversation. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you're a chef," he says smoothly.
I blush at the words. "Not a chef yet but I'll get there."
"You're going to accomplish anything you want." He taps me on the tip of my nose. "I can tell."
"What about this?" I motion to the air between us.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you don't do relationships." I pull a thin smile across my lips.