Nate’s eyes darken with desire and lust. But still, something is holding him back.
“If we do this, I won’t be able to go back.”
Go back to what?I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I don’t entertain the idea. I know what he’s insinuating,but I don’t want to think. I just want to do. And when I nod in confirmation, that’s all it takes for his resolve to break.
My back is slammed against the door of our hotel room, and his lips are back on mine as I grab his large biceps. I trail my hands over his broad shoulders before fiddling with the buttons of the dress shirt covering his iron-clad chest. It’s only when I nudge him back that he gives me the space to slide it off.
My breathing grows heavy.
I’ve seen his chest the three times I’ve accidentally caught him after his shower, but something about this was different. I could now shamelessly admire the work he’d put into achieving his physique. And more importantly, I no longer had to avert my gaze nor deny my attraction to him.
This was it.
I let my eyes wander down from his pecs to his navel, where a sharp V tapers toward his hips. Broad shoulders. Strong arms. Heated green eyes.
My palm lands on his chest, the rapid beat of his heart pulsing against my skin. I look up to him in bewilderment. It feels like his precious organ is about to burst out, but that’s what made this moment all the more real. He was here. Right now.With me.
“What’s on your mind?” Nate asks ever so softly.
I shake my head at the question, not wanting to know the answer myself. But deep down inside, I know what it is—how does one tell their fake fiancé that they’re beautiful? Inside and out, with a heart so pure they’d give a saint a run for their money.
News flash—you don’t. Especially when said fake fiancé will no longer hold that title in four short months.
So I push it all to the side, my lips latching onto his neck and letting them wander up his jaw, paying extra attention towhere he’d cut himself. I then move down, peppering kisses along his abdomen before falling to my knees.
My gaze meets his, and when I see no resistance, I finish what I started in the elevator. Nate’s cock springs free, and he lets out a low rumble when I wipe away the bead of precum leaking from his tip and suck my thumb clean.
His eyes close in bliss, and I smile. This was about to go down, and he wasn’t going to stop me this time.
My tongue twirls around the tip of his cock before slowly running up the shaft. His fingers tangle themselves in my hair, harsh at first before he loosens his grip. I tilt my head up to see the inner turmoil in his eyes. Restraint. Craving. Scared to cave in to his desires.
I shake my head in silent confirmation for him to let go. To give it all to me. I don’t want the version of Nate that everyone else gets to see—the happy-go-lucky, flirty, nice guy. Another part of him lies beneath the surface, and that’s what I want. This piece of him that no one else gets to see.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him.
“Vivienne.” Hesitation laces his voice.
“I can take it. I’ll tell you if it’s too much for me.”
He turns his head to the side, contemplation riddling his features. He’s too nice. Too respectful, but that’s exactly why I feel so comfortable doing this with him.
“Nate, please.”
The name does it for him. His eyes close before he turns back to me with a feral look—his once emerald-green eyes now dark as he grips the base of his cock, painting my lips with the leaking bead of cum.
“You want my cock that badly, Viv?” Nate taunts.
I nod eagerly, loving the sound of his nickname for me.
“What would you do for it?” he asks.
“Anything.”
“Anything?” he repeats the word, kneeling to grip my chin between his forefingers.
My lids flutter closed with desire, mouth parting in anticipation as he nudges his nose with mine. I’m waiting to feel the softness of his lips, but before I know it, he’s up again, thrusting himself into my mouth.
I gasp at the intrusion, eyes wide with shock as he hits the back of my throat. And while I haven’t done this in a long while, the look of lust painted on Nate’s face makes me want to be good. I’ll take it all and more—for him.
