“Nate!”
His fingers tighten on me. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to know he’s never letting me go. His movements are no longer controlled. The drive of his hips is harder, faster and wilder. I love it. This passionate, crazed side of him is a turn-on.
A second orgasm rips through me with shocking intensity. I arch my back and clench my teeth so I don’t scream loudly enough to alert Mom down the hall. Nate stiffens, pushing into me one last time. I feel the hot warmth spilling inside, and I hold him to me, my heart glowing with happiness.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Nate
I flop onto my back so I don’t crush Evie, then pull her close, needing to feel her warmth. It took so damn long—I worked harder to win her over than I ever had to for anybody else—that it almost seems like this is just another of my fever dreams.
But the solid feel of her head on my shoulder and the silken hair on my arm say it’s real.
It takes a while before I can breathe normally again. Damn. I’m in good shape, but loving Evie took everything out of me.
But it was worth it. She’s worth it.
I run my gaze over her beautiful face. It’s soft—her blue eyes hazy with afterglow, her lips curved into a slight, satisfied smile.
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the back of it. “You’re amazing,” I say.
“So are you,” she says, still a little breathless. Then she flings her free arm out. “The Great Wall is no more.”
“Yeah. I’m burning it down. We can do s’mores over the bonfire.”
She laughs. “Whatever you like. I just want your hot body all to myself.” She waggles her eyebrows, giving me an exaggerated lascivious look.
“You only want me for my body,” I joke.
“I want you for other things, too.” She grows a little more serious. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I say, feeling extra indulgent and generous. She could ask anything—even to drive my precious Bugatti—and I’d say yes.
“Your family’s right about your alcohol limit, aren’t they?”
Naturally. She doesn’t ask about a car that would get any other woman excited. I sigh. My damn family. They talk too much. Hopefully she’s not too peeved about my little white lie. “Yeah. I can drink quite a bit.”
She shifts until she can look at my face straight on. “So why’d you pretend to be totally soused after only three drinks?”
I run my fingers through her hair idly, wondering how I’m supposed to explain my rather ridiculous plan.
With honesty, obviously. And maybe you should come clean about your “inability to coordinate outfits” and obsession with green smoothies. You know you just made those things up to get h
er to come to your place in the morning, hoping you could seduce her with your body.
Yeah. But one thing at a time. I don’t want to overwhelm her in her delicate condition. It’d be terrible if she fainted again…even if she is lying on a bed at the moment.
“Well,” I begin slowly, picking my words with care. “I originally hired you because Kim said good things about you. I mean, partially.”
“Partially?”
“Yeah. You being hot was the other part.”
She snorts.
“Hey, it’s true. You’re hot. I’ve been lusting after you since the interview. Anyway, you were impossible to get close to, so I decided to pretend to be drunk. I figured, you know…maybe you’d tell me things you might not otherwise.” If I were standing, I’d be squirming. It sounds even worse spoken out loud.
“Really?” She props herself on my chest. “Were you disappointed when I just brought you here, then said you were a great boss?”