Ha, who am I kidding? I might have been on top the first time, but I’m not stupid enough to think for a second I was in control.
I wriggle backwards, my body humming with a lust so intense my veins are sizzling. ‘Bring the wine.’ Getting completely naked in front of Nate granite-glute Jackson goes against every good girl instinct I own, which is as thrilling as it is terrifying.
‘Get your sexy ass up those stairs,’ Nate demands from right behind me as I hesitate in the hallway.
With trembling legs, I climb the stairs, clinging to the banister for dear life. I flick on the white rococo lamp and thank God I left the bedroom tidy. Nate follows me through the doorway, kicking it shut with his heel.
‘I’ve been thinking about getting back into this bed with you since the second I left it.’ He puts the glasses down on the chest of drawers pinned against the wall and turns to me like a tiger ready to pounce.
‘In that case, maybe don’t rush out of it so quickly next time.’ I flop back on the silky sheets and pat the space next to me with a confidence that I don’t necessarily feel.
‘Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I have no intention of rushing any part of this.’ With two long strides, he’s on top of me, slanting his mouth over mine. His teasing tongue dips in and out. He tastes of mint and mischief. When my pelvis arches beneath him, searching for the friction I so desperately long for, his chuckle surges straight into my mouth.
Quick fingers slide between us, unbuttoning my jeans, wiggling them lower until they’re sliding over my ankles and straight to the floor. One hot hand splays across the scrap of ivory lace between my legs. He tears his mouth from mine to examine the tiny triangle between his fingers and what he came here for.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ he murmurs, dropping to his knees on the diamond shaped rug on the floor beside the bed. ‘Lose the jumper. I need to see the rest of you.’
I arch upwards and tug my top over my head. The straps of the bra are silk, but the cups are a transparent lace. They do absolutely nothing to mask my nipples, silently begging to be sucked.
He assesses every bit of exposed flesh with a voracious expression that will reside rent-free in my brain for the rest of eternity.
Nate Jackson wantsme.
The impressive bulge in the front of his jeans verifies it.
‘Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart.’ He tugs the bra down until my breasts spill over the top of the flimsy material. There’s something so decadent about being naked while he’s fully clothed. ‘I’m going to make you come so hard they’ll hear you all the way in hell.’ Two fingers slip inside my panties, and I gasp.
A crooked smile twists Nate’s full lips. ‘Then, I’m going to slide inside you and ride you into a blissful oblivion until we both forget our own names.’
‘The way your fingers are working me, you won’t have to wait long,’ I confess breathily.
‘I know, baby. I love how wet you are for me.’ He slips the ivory lace down over my legs with his free hand and brings them to his face. ‘So. Fucking. Sexy. I need to taste you.’
His face dips as he parts my thighs and swipes his tongue across my centre. His appreciative moans are drowned out by my own. My fingers rake a chaotic path through his hair as his mouth works me into a frenzy of white-hot light. He holds my trembling thighs as my orgasm hits like a bolt of thunder, reverberating through every single cell in my body.
The crinkle of foil ripping registers while I’m still riding out the last few waves. Nate whips off his shirt, revealing rigid muscles rippled under soft, inked skin. Those tattoos. That body. Looking at them alone would almost be enough to set me off again. His thick tip probes my entrance as he balances above me.
‘This okay?’ He studies my face in earnest.
‘It’s more than okay. It’s essential.’ My legs hook around his waist as he slides deeper into my core until he’s all the way home. Slow, skilful thrusts obliterate the rest of the world. It’s just me and Nate snared in this timeless rhythm. His improbably soft mouth caresses mine. Our eyes are locked, beholding the other’s pleasure, like we’re frightened of missing any part of this experience, both committing every second to memory.
Fingers dig into my cheeks, readjusting the angle a fraction. My vision tunnels. Every nerve in my body tingles as a full body tremor rips from the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes. ‘Nate.’ Our moans mingle as he pulls the pin on the grenade between us. When it finally detonates, it’s devastating in the most decadent sense.
We unravel as we join. Grinding out every last drop of pleasure.
His mossy-coloured eyes penetrate mine as he plants a kiss on my forehead.
Looks like this friends with benefits will prove to be very ‘beneficial.’
ChapterSixteen
HOLLY
26th November
My hand grazes over the silky sheets, but the bed is empty once again. This time the material is still warm beneath my palm. My body jolts upright as I squint through the darkness. Disappointment blooms inside me like a wilting flower.
We agreed to be friends with benefits, not get married, for goodness’ sake.
