His eyebrows snap together. “That’d be insulting. To both of us.”
His trust in me humbles me, overwhelms me. I know that with this man, I’m always going to be safe. I’ll never have to tiptoe around, trying to prove myself, wondering if I’m enough.
After the whole clusterfuck with Chad, I felt like I had to build sky-high, broken-glass-topped walls around me to keep me safe. But they’re falling around me…around my heart.
And I know without a doubt I love this man. Not for his billions, not for his looks, but for the amazing heart that beats in his chest, for the sweet tenderness shining in his eyes.
Hot emotion swelling in my chest, I lay my hand on his cheek and lean down, pressing my lips against his. They’re softer than I thought, and the contact ignites my nerve endings.
A low groan tears from his throat as he rises, then moves until I’m lying half on the bed with him over me. I lick his mouth, taste him—all that amazing, brilliant, hot male who’s been driving me crazy with lust these past months.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispers.
“So are you.”
He gives me a mock frown. “Men are supposed to be manly.”
“You can still be sweet. Sweetly manly.”
His forehead touches mine. “Evie, make sure you’re sure. Don’t let your hormones cloud things here.”
I can feel his hot, heavy erection against my belly. There are tight lines around his eyes and mouth. The offer is costing him a great deal.
And for that, I want him even more.
“Nate,” I say, loving the sound of his name in my mouth, the gentle intimacy of it. “If I weren’t pregnant and hormonal, I’d still want you. You’ve been the star of my dirty fantasies for a long, long time.”
“Oh, thank God,” he says with a shudder.
And then his mouth claims mine. It’s hot, wild and unrestrained. I vaguely feel the Great Wall pillows get shoved away as Nate makes one strong sweep with his hand.
I entwine my arms around his neck and kiss him back, like I’ve always wanted. Our tongues glide past each other, then tangle, as we greedily savor each other, stoking the heat between us. I move my legs restlessly against his muscled thighs, reveling in the strength of his frame.
Everything about him makes me hot. I could kiss him forever. Stroke him forever. Feel his cock grinding between my legs through the underwear forever.
His mouth seeks the sensitive skin behind my ear, then the pulse point on my neck. I tilt my head, giving him room, wanting him to have all of me. His hot breath fans against me, and God I’m so turned on, electric pleasure making my spine arch.
“I have a very long list of things I want to do to you,” he murmurs against the swell of my upper breast.
I wriggle, helping him get rid of my dress, then my bra. His eyes darken to near-black when he sees my bare breasts.
“So pretty.” He buries his face between them and licks the skin there. Each flick of his tongue goes straight to my clit, making it ache, my thigh muscles tight.
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sp; “So which one do you want to do first?” I ask breathlessly.
There’s a pause. “I can’t remember any of them now that you’re here. Where to start…” He looks at me, his expression full of searing hunger.
My lust burns hotter. “How about we start with what that damn statue was doing?” The position I saw had the woman sucking off a man on his back. It’ll be amazing to do that…pull him deep into my mouth and see the pleasure break on his handsome face…
His breathing roughens. “I think that’s a brilliant idea.” Then he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling the sensitive tip with his tongue.
I clench the sheet underneath, my back bowing. He seems to know exactly how much pressure I crave, what kind of stimulation to maximize my pleasure.
“Nate,” I whisper, my voice soft, raw, pleading.
He releases the breast. “Say it again.”