Heat rushes up my chest onto my face in seconds. Holy hell. No, he definitely doesn’t have to work hard. I don’t think I’d mind a bit if he tried that one on me, but I know he’s only telling me what he uses onotherwomen, so I laugh, but it’s a nervous one. “Good one.” Without moving my head, I look over at him. It’s not easy. “I bet you get, uh, a lot of takers.”
“I do.” The man hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still right there. “So, what’ll it be? You wanna fuck?”
Oh, holy melon balls. He was actually using that line?On me?I’m not sure how to respond. I mean, the man is gorgeous. He’s tall and broad and probably tattooed beneath his shirt, so nothing like I usually go for. That alone should be reason enough to take a chance, because something tells me Nate would be good in bed. Really good. I give him another once-over. He’s wearing a tee with some band logo on the front. Imagining what’s beneath his clothes gives me a shiver. He’sthathot. We’re at the bar, so I haven’t gotten a good look at the rest of him but—
“Well, honey? What’s it going to be?”
I guess the clock is ticking on this.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
“I don’t have all night. Yes or no.”
I peek back at Robin, who’s now playing tongue hockey with the big biker guy. We drove separately, so it’s not like she needs a ride. I bring my head back around slowly and make eye contact with Nate.
Gray. That’s the color of his eyes. They look amazing with his dark, nearly black hair. When the corners slowly start to crinkle up, I figure it’s because he’s smiling at me, but when I look down at his freaking sexy mouth, it seems like more of a frown. And for some reason, the frown does it. I’ve got no choice. I need to listen to my inner self. In this case, my inner goddess who knows a good thing when she sees it. And the desire to turn his frown upside down is so strong, I simply say, “Yes.” Then I smile. “Let me just tell my friend I’m leaving.”
“Great.” He takes the last little drink from his glass, slides off his stool, and waits for me to do the same. When I do, he places his hand on my lower back, looks down at me, and smiles again. “Let’s go.”
Yes. Let’s.
* * *
“I’m gonna fuck you good…”He pauses and I hold my breath. “…and hard. You okay with that?”
Nate’s got my back pressed up against the wall of his building’s elevator. One of his hands is on my ass and the other is wrapped around my neck, his thumb holding my chin still so we’re looking into each other’s eyes. It’s intense, not going to lie. I’ve no doubt he can do exactly what he just promised.
“Maggy?”
I swallow so hard I almost cough.
“You okay with that?”
“Am I okay you’re going to fuck me good and hard?” My voice comes out as a squeak. I want to laugh. Partly because I sound like a complete dork and partly because it’s a very dumb question. Hell, yes, I want that! It’s been ages since I’ve slept with a man, andthatguy never promised me anything as good as this.
“Yeah, babe. You okay with that?” Nate’s got an adorable little smirk on his face.
“Yeah, Nate. I’m okay with that.”
2
Maggy
I wakeup to the smell of coffee wafting through the air and the most delicious ache—everywhere. When my eyelids flutter open, I remember the night before. God, I want to chuckle knowingly recalling the sex. Not just “the sex.” Thebestsex of my entire life. He did things to my body, got reactions out of me that I didn’t know existed. Not only that, it wasn’t just one time. We did it three times plus there were some other things that went on that I’ve only read about. But I’ll stop there. Let’s just say everything he did to me, he did it well.
Rolling onto my side I see his bedroom door is partially closed. I let my eyes scan his bedroom. It’s a big room, for sure. It’s strange that there’s nothing in it except furniture. No color. No pictures. Hell, even the surface of his dresser holds nothing. Not even a hairbrush. I spy the bathroom door and flush with heat.
He’s good in the shower.
Lying onto my back, I squeeze my eyes shut and think about that. A slow smile creeps onto my face becauseIwas pretty good in the shower too. It was the most daring I’ve ever been, but something about that man brought out the sex kitten in me. Maybe it was seeing his body all wet that set me off. He’s got a great body with abs that I’ve only read about. I was right about the tattoo too, only he had just one and it was small, over his heart. Initials. When I asked him about it, he mumbled something and proceeded to make me forget the question altogether.
He was good at that too. Distracting me.
Like the time I’d asked him about his job, he kissed me, took my hand in his, and led me from the bedroom into the living room. Before I knew it, he had my back pressed up against one of his floor-to-ceiling windows. Thankfully, his place is way up high; otherwise, some neighbors would’ve gotten a rather scandalous view of my, erm, curvy backside. The glass was cold, but that was quickly forgotten when Nate knelt in front of me. I held my breath because, well, because nothing like that had ever happened to me before. It was seriously surreal.
“Maggy?” He was looking up at me, his brow slightly furrowed.
“Yeah?” I choked on my words.
