His mouth was hot and demanding.
His kiss consumed and destroyed.
He commanded her surrender, and she gave it.
Kelsey allowed her body to relax, and he pressed forward, asking for more.
Nathan moved one of his hands and curved his fingers into her hair near her scalp then eased her head back as he deepened the kiss.
His teeth abraded her.She’d never experienced anything so primitive, causing her reality to splinter.
His reputation was that of a ruthless man, reserved.She’d had no idea he was this passionate.
Slowly, by measures that left her unable to draw a full breath, he eased away.
With her head still pulled back, he traced his blunt thumbnail across her upper lip.She allowed her eyes to close, aware that her responses seemed heightened, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
“Nothing connects like a kiss,” he told her.
Before now, she wouldn’t have agreed.But this wasn’t like any she’d had.The men she’d been with had been gentle.But Nathan took.He set the mood.Demanded.The act had separated her regular world from his more intense one.
“This evening is about your orgasm,” he said.“I won’t tolerate shyness or hesitation.”
“Or…?”
“I will use corporal punishment.”
Her mouth dried.Although she was reeling from the kiss, she wondered if she’d made the right decision.
But then she recognized the truth.Shehadto find out.“I understand.”
Not backing off or giving her any space, he waited.
Still breathless, she tried again.“I understand, Nathan.”
“Good.”
The air thickened with expectation.
“Let’s start by getting you undressed.”
Having him stare at her was unnerving.Reminding herself what he’d said…promised…threatened…about corporal punishment, she toed off her athletic shoes before hopping on each foot to remove her socks.
He reached out a hand to steady her, and she flashed him a smile before looking away again.She had to pretend he wasn’t there in order to fully concentrate.
Her hands shaking, Kelsey lowered her workout pants.“I could use a shower,” she said.
“Go ahead.I’ll wait.”
And by that, evidently, he meant right where he was.“You might be more comfortable in the living room.”
“Get on with it.”His voice lacked the harshness she expected.
“I—”
“Kelsey.”
His tone told her he wouldn’t compromise.“Fine.”She stepped out of the pants.
