Nate kisses my neck again lightly as his hand slides between my legs. “I need you just one more time before I have to go to work. Okay, baby?”
“Okay,” I moan out breathlessly as his fingers slip through my wetness. Nate slowly circles my clit, and the sensation causes my skin to explode with goosebumps. “Nate, that feels so good.”
“I know, Olive. You’re fucking amazing.” I want to argue that it’s him who’s amazing, but forming words is difficult with him touching me like this. As his fingers leave my clit, two slide inside my pussy. I shift my hips even more against his hard cock, smiling at his deep moan. “Being inside of you is my new favorite place to be.”
“Please,” I whimper.
His hand leaves my wetness, and I hear the tearing of a wrapper. As he puts the condom on, his warmth leaves my back momentarily. Nate adjusts my hips and lines himself up, much too slowly for my desire as I writhe below him. But then he’s sliding inside me, his girth stretching me to perfection.
“Goddamn,” he growls.
All I can respond with is a moan. Pleasure is making my brain fuzzy. Nate gently pushes me onto my stomach, never losing our connection. I love how comforting his weight on my back is. I make a sound of protest when he pushes himself off, holding himself up while he pumps himself in and out of me. But I need more.
“Nate, harder, please.”
His only response is to run his tongue up my spine. Giving me more of his weight, he moans my name in my ear.
I rub my clit as Nate alternates between slow strokes and harder thrusts. Within seconds, I’m exploding around him. He grunts as he pumps inside of me. I remove my hand from under me and grip my pillow as Nate presses into me one last time before settling on top of me. My body feels boneless. I can’t decide if it’s from the intense pleasure or comfort of being with Nate.
His lips brush my shoulder. “You’re perfection.”
My heart clenches at his words. I’m sure it’s just post-sex bliss that made him say that, but the reverence in his voice almost makes me believe it.
Cold air drifts over me as Nate lifts off of me. His hands find my butt cheeks as he massages them and squeezes each in his large hands. “This ass,” he mutters, as if he is talking to himself. I can’t help but smile.
He releases me, the bed shifting, and I watch his sculpted ass as he walks across the room to the bathroom.
Panic fills me at the positive emotions overwhelming my system. He’s making this too easy. He’s too irresistible. He’s making me too hopeful.
You know how this is going to end.
I’m not strong enough to survive when Nate decides I’m too much and my life is messier than he bargained for.
Not wanting to risk him coming out of the bathroom and convincing me otherwise, I hurry and put my clothes back on and rush into the hallway. As the door clicks closed behind me, I close my eyes briefly. Devastation at knowing I need to walk away rolls through my body like a tormenting wave.
Sucking in a deep breath, I square my shoulders and tell myself to stop being selfish. Benny deserves to be my focus. I need to remember that he’s the most important person right now, not me.
Realizing I shouldn’t be lingering outside Nate’s door for so many reasons, I rush down the hall to the elevator. Once I’m back in the safety of my room, I collapse on my bed and let the tears flow.
Eventually, exhaustion takes over. I slip into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of a hard body and kind, expressive eyes.
I shuffleout of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. My ringing phone mixes with voices on the TV. “Hi, Cade.”
“Babe, are you getting ready? We have a concert to go to!” Cade’s perky voice greets me.
I sigh and lean back in bed, adjusting the towel around my legs. One perk the company offered with this job is theentire flight crew gets a free VIP ticket to one of Jenny’s concerts. I couldn’t care less about going to the concert, but it’s something to do. Which means I’ll also have to see Nate. I’ve successfully avoided him for three days besides passing each other while doing our jobs. There’s no way Cade will let me get out of it, though. “I just got out of the shower. What time do we have to leave?”
“The car is picking us up at six. We have backstage passes, which means free food and drinks in the green rooms!”
At least that’s one positive. I don’t have to worry about paying for dinner tonight. I assure Cade I’ll be ready in time and hang up, immediately checking for any new messages.
Nothing.
I feel torn. Relief that there’s nothing about Benny. Sadness because there’s nothing from Nate.
Which is ridiculous because I never texted him, even though he gave me his number. So, there’s no way he would have mine. But that does little to quell that intense feeling.
And you’ve already decided you’re too chicken to be with him, and there’s no reason to continue any sort of a relationship.
