‘It’s fine. It’s not that.’
Earnest eyes bore into mine. Genuine concern etches into the lines of his face. ‘What then?’
‘I just had a flashback, and I was horrified.’ I smile my reassurance and place my hands over his on my waist.
‘For a second I thought maybe I horrified you.’ Nate nudges his rock-solid cock a fraction beneath me and my head rolls backwards in pure pleasure.
‘Careful your romance movie doesn’t get mistaken for a thriller.’ I grind back against him, revelling in the friction. ‘If the camera adds inches as well as pounds, this thing could be mistaken for a weapon of mass destruction.’
I’m rewarded with a low, guttural laugh and a slow, deep hip thrust.
‘There will be no dick shots in the romance movie.’ His lips trail across my neck as his hands slide beneath my nightie to rest at the tops of my thighs. Twin thumbs stroke the soft inner skin in a torturously teasing fashion. ‘Apart from the fact it’s a Hallmark, and cleaner than my mother’s squeaky kitchen floor, I’m very particular about who gets to see my cock.’
My nipples stiffen further against the crimson silk. ‘Is that right?’
‘Yep. Some things are sacred, you know? I usually have a girlfriends-only policy.’ He pins me a stare that dares me to challenge him.
‘Oh.’ My face falls.
I’m not his girlfriend. Nor am I ever likely to be. But on the plus side, he clearly doesn’t sleep around.
His lips quirk. ‘But I might make an exception for the brunette straddling me, given that she’s so stunning and mysterious.’
I recover surprisingly quickly for a woman who’s practically quivering with lust. ‘You’re very forward, you know. Who says I want to see your cock? Anyone would think you were a movie star or something.’
‘Sweetheart, I can feel the hot pulsing of your pussy through these jeans. You don’t just want to see it, you want to feel it. I’d bet my life, if I were to lift you off me now, the denim would be soaked.’
That filthy mouth is my undoing. If I were in any doubt if I was going to have sex with Nate Jackson, it’s over. I am going to ride him like it’s my last night on this earth.
‘Well, seeing as the stakes are sky high,’ I shrug the strappy material from my shoulder and let it drop down my arm, ‘and it’s your life we’re talking about here. Maybe you should check.’
‘For a woman I’ve only just met, you’re awfully concerned about my welfare.’ His face hovers millimetres in front of mine and I inhale his hot breath. Heated eyes lock with mine and smoulder as his tongue darts out and traces the outline of my lips.
Holy fucking hell. Even if this man wasn’t a movie star, even if I hadn’t had a crush on him for my entire adult life, I still wouldn’t hesitate to jump him, because Nate Jackson in the flesh is the hottest man I’ve ever met. He oozes more sex hormones than a strip club. Not that I’d know. Hopefully, I won’t have to get a job in one like Savannah suggested.
Those thumbs inch higher. Any second now he’s about to find out first hand exactly how wet his jeans are. ‘I’m guessing you have life insurance and you don’t want to pop it before you take Celeste off the policy.’
‘She was never on the policy. She was also never spread out across me like this, with a dripping pussy and a smart mouth.’ His teeth nip my neck territorially.
What? If Nate Jackson were my boyfriend, I’d straddle him like this all day, every day. ‘As I said, I’m only human.’
His right thumb edges further upwards and it’s a battle to breathe. ‘And as I said, so am I.’
The rough pad of his thumb swipes through my centre and I gasp so loudly I swear my pearl-clutching parents hear me in Dublin.
His smug smirk extends all the way to his eyes. ‘No underwear? You really are asking for trouble.’
I can’t even think of a one-liner, let alone a witty one. I can’t think of anything at all. Other than Nate’s thumb sliding through my slickness at a pace slow and sensual enough to send me over the edge, sooner rather than later.
The man is talented. Sex exudes from those dark, lust-filled pupils all the way down to his bulging cock.
‘So. Fucking. Wet.’ He removes his thumb and I physically cry out in desperation. Placing it between his wide smooth lips, he licks as his eyelids half close. ‘I’m going to need more of that.’
In one swift motion, he tears off the crimson silk like the action hero he’s meant to be. The perusal of his eyes over my body is like a caress.
I’m bare for him. Burning for him. This man makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. Makes me wonder how the hell I ever thought I was shy, because right here, right now, I’m not wearing a single stitch of clothing. I’m dripping on to an (almost) stranger’s lap and watching him taste me from his thick fingers, and I’m not even a teeny bit bashful.
‘So fucking sexy, Holly.’ His mouth captures my breast, sucking hard enough to make me cry out again. Expert fingers return to my core, devastating my vagina forever.
