“I missed you, too,” I tell him as we separate from the kiss.
“Let’s get out of here,” he states, linking our fingers together and tugging me toward a car. He takes my suitcase with his other hand, placing it in the trunk before opening the back door and letting me slide in, before he follows me. It is then that I realize there is a driver in the front. Nathan closes the partition between us, giving us privacy in the back.
His lips land back on mine and he pulls me into a greedy kiss. He tugs until I’m straddling his lap, my knees on either side of his hips. I can feel his erection pressing into my core and I’m suddenly overcome with the need to have him inside of me.
“Slow, baby. We’ll get there when we get to my place,” he states, slowing things back down.
I whimper at the thought of having to wait, but slide from his lap and sit next to him. “If you insist.”
“I do, now how was the flight?”
“It was great, Taylor was great.”
“Did you get any sleep?” he asks as we speed down an interstate.
“Nope, just read and snacked. I was impressed with the food, never expected it to be that good on a plane,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.
He chuckles, and I can feel his lips press a kiss to the top of my head. “They aren’t all that way. If you fly commercial, you’re lucky if you can get a bag of stale pretzels and a can of Coke.”
“I figured so, but didn’t have anything to compare it to.”
“I’ve spoiled you.” He smirks.
“I definitely won’t deny that. You’ve ruined me. How will I ever survive if I have to fly with all the commoners?” I tease.
“I’m sure you’d survive.” He laughs. “Since you snacked on the way here, does that mean you aren’t hungry for dinner?”
“Not right now, but that might change later,” I tell him. “Depends on how much energy I use once we get home.” I smirk at him and he just growls.
“Oh, trust me, I’ve got lots of plans that require lots of energy,” he says before sucking on my neck. My nipples go hard at the sensations, and a bolt of desire goes straight to my core.
“How much further to your place?” I ask as I slide my hand up his leg until I can cup his growing erection. Two can play this teasing game.
“Less than five minutes,” he says after looking out the window.
“Good.” I press my lips to his, wanting nothing more than to feel them on my body.
The car comes to a stop. I pull back from him, straightening my shirt when I hear the driver’s door open. He taps on the window before opening the door and stepping aside so that we can get out.
“Thank you, Dave,” Nathan states to the older man.
“My pleasure, Mr. Bailey, ma’am,” he replies once we’ve both exited the car. He pulls my suitcase from the trunk, handing it over to Nathan, who then leads me into the building. We walk directly onto a waiting elevator, where he presses the highest button after punching in a code on the keypad.
“I’ll make you a code so you can come and go as you please, but it will have to wait a few minutes.” He smirks as the elevator whisks us up to the top. It opens to a foyer, that we quickly walk past, and into what I’ve seen on FaceTime many times now and recognize as his living room. It is so much bigger in person, and holy hell, the view he has from forty floors up is very impressive.
“I’ll give you the full tour later,” he says, taking my bag from me and setting it on the couch. “But first, I need you in my bed.” He kisses me hard and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me to his bed.
He sets me down on the edge, then steps back and just looks at me. “Such a vision. I’ve dreamed of having you right here for way too long,” he admits. I reach out, letting my fingertips slide down his torso until I reach the top of his pants. I tug the polo from them, then watch as he tugs the shirt up and over his head in the one-handed sexy way men can take their shirts off. I unbutton the top button, my eyes flying to his when he wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me from lowering the zipper.
“I think someone needs to catch up,” he says, giving me a devilish grin, if I’ve ever seen one.
I toe off my shoes, flinging them out of the way as best as I can. I pull my top off, leaving my bra on for now. I stand, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them from my hips and down my legs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he states as he watches me strip down to my bra and panties.
I take a seat back on the bed, waiting for his next move. It doesn’t take long before he’s standing in front of me in only his boxer briefs, his hand covering his erection.
I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen, and don’t miss his groan as I do. “Are you going to move or just stand there staring at me?”