“Mmm, that feels good.”
“I’m an expert. If my business fails, I have a future as a masseuse. A very perverted masseuse.” The thought made her stiffen. She didn’t want to be jealous, but this was all so new. The thought of this little paradise being some sort of sex den for Nathan.... She tried to shake it off, but he accurately interpreted her tension.
“Emily, I’ve never brought a woman here.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. My brothers have brought their wives here—oh, and my mom has come.” He turned her to face him. “Only you, Emily.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Trust me, I get it. You may not have the same level of experience, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to kill every guy who eye-fucks you when you walk into a room. I feel the same need to claim you.”
“You’re not going to pee on me, are you?”
He nearly spat his beer into her hair. “God, that mouth.”
“Hit me over the head and drag me back to your cave? Kill a rival in a duel?”
“Trust me, Emily. I have every intention of marking my territory.”
“Soon?” She wiggled closer into the space between his legs.
“Patience. I have a whole seduction planned for you.”
“Oh, God, that sounds elaborate.”
“I think so, but I’ll let you be the judge.”
“Now?”
“Right now, Emily.”
He pulled her up and led her into the house.
Elaborate was not the right word, Emily decided. Sinful, she thought as he fed her a strawberry. Illicit popped into her head as he secured her hands to the bedposts and put his head between her thighs. Wanton crossed her mind as she straddled his narrow hips. Dirty was the descriptor when he put her on all fours and slammed into her. Kinky flitted in her brain as he dripped candle wax on a taut nipple. Romantic, she sighed as he moved above her, and euphoric as the pleasure crashed over them. And when they finally collapsed in a tangled mess in the knotted sheets, and she felt the echoes of their passion between her sore legs, she thought he had succeeded. She was marked.