I matched the urgency of his kisses, the heat and the utter abandon. It was driving me wild, having him surrender to wanting me like this. It definitely wouldn’t make things less complicated for either of us, but I needed this. With him.
Not only because I wanted him. I absolutely did, but it was deeper than just physical desires. I needed to keep feeding this connection between us. Something inside—my gut, maybe—was insisting I set aside what I’d thought my life would be and open myself up to the possibility of Nate.
It was so insane that I couldn’t even begin to explain it, but I just had a feeling that fate had intervened and brought us together because he was the person I was meant to be with. I just needed to trust that feeling.
When his hand moved to my hip and his fingers flexed around it, I moaned and arched my back to press my chest into his. Tiny sparks flickered through me at the friction on my nipples. Nate stiffened against me at the sound, then reached for the hem of my dress and shoved it up.
All rational thought disappeared when he ran a hand between us, his fingertips dancing from the inside of my knee up my thigh. When he reached my panties and felt how damp they were, he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Shit, Kate,” he muttered between kisses, the backs of his fingers brushing against the front panel of the fabric. “How are you this wet already?”
His fingers repeatedly brushed across my heated flesh, making me dizzy with pleasure. I was determined not to be embarrassed or outdone. Reaching between the press of our bodies, I wrapped my hand around his very firm shaft and gave it a not-too-gentle squeeze.
“How are you this hard already?” I countered, my breathing labored and my lips already feeling swollen from the force of our kisses.
His mouth curved into a smirk. “What makes you think it’salreadyand notall along?”
My eyes widened. “Like all night?”
He shrugged and gave me a playful pump of his eyebrows before he leaned in again. As he kissed me, I stroked him through his slacks, a shiver running through me with every slight gasp and sound he made. He was so damn hard, my palm rubbing against steel, as I rolled my hips into his hand. It was intoxicating, my own need combined with his admission that he’d been turned on all night.
He hadn’t touched my bare skin yet, but for a while, we lost ourselves to the sea of sensation, the kisses, and the anticipation coiling deep inside. When I reached for his belt, he abruptly broke the kiss, and before he even said anything, I knew he was reining himself in.
“Not like this,” he said harshly, but I knew he wasn’t angry or rejecting me. “We’re not going to have our first time together in a supply closet like this is some secret affair we’re ashamed of.”
My heart leaped, but my body wasn’t on the same, joyful page. While it was touching that he wanted it to mean something when it happened, I was really close to hiking my dress all the way up and letting him do whatever he wanted.
Instead, I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah. Okay. You’re right.”
When I looked at him again, his lips had curved into a soft smile, a gentle but real one that he’d never aimed at me before. “Of course, I am.”
Swallowing like he was about to step away, he stared at me for another beat. Then he sighed and kissed me again. Although it was softer this time, it was filled with so much longing that I melted into him, my heart pounding and my body raging about how stupid it was to stop now.
I wrapped my arms around him again, deepening the kisses and relishing the feel of his hard body pressed so tight to mine.God, it feels good. So good. Too good, really.
Nate didn’t pull away again and neither did I. Everything about this was gentler, slower, and deeper. Every kiss set my nerve endings on fire, my whole body yearning to be joined with his. He finally pushed my dress up again and I nearly rejoiced, but then he lifted his head away from mine, his gaze searing as he looked into my eyes.
Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees. Never looking away, he reached for the waistband of my panties. My eyes widened when I realized what he was silently asking permission for.
This was new territory for me. Before my self-imposed commitment to a long-distance, anonymous relationship, I’d had a few casual boyfriends, but they’d all been toofancy, too lazy, or too entitled to get on their knees for a woman.
The converse, however, obviously hadn’t been true. They’d expected me to get on mine. They simply weren’t inclined to return the favor.
Ironically, Nate was richer, more influential, and much higher bred than any of them, yet he was looking at me like he was quietly begging me to let him do this. My chin dropped in a shaky nod. I braced one hand on his head and the other gripped the edge of the box.
A moment later, he’d swept the fabric covering me away and I heard him let out a low groan. I felt more than saw him looking at the most private part of me. He spread my knees farther apart with his hands, and the next thing I knew, his tongue was on me, hot, firm, and eager.
Instantly, I was right on the edge. The surprise that he was doing this at all and the deliciousness of the sensations he was eliciting combined to send me hurtling toward an orgasm. I cried out, smacking one hand over my mouth to keep any further sounds from escaping while the other hung onto his hair like he was a wild mustang I was breaking in.
This was so crazy, doing something like this here, in a supply closet at the very public event. We weren’t the guests of honor, but we were certainly the guests receiving the most attention from the press.
Even so, my hips started bucking into him, the wet warmth of his mouth doing things to me I’d never felt before. When I finally gathered enough courage to look down, I saw his shoulder moving like he was either undoing his belt or already in there, stroking himself like he just couldn’t hold back anymore.
Ultimately, it was that sight that undid me. Nate was always so controlled and precise, but from the moment he’d kissed me in this closet, he’d been wrestling to keep it together. I loved that I’d undone him just as thoroughly as he was doing to me, and an orgasm crashed into me with the intensity of an exploding star.
My entire body tensed. A muffled cry escaped me as my eyes slammed shut. The vibrations of Nate’s groans against me catapulted me into a different plane of existence. When I finally came to my senses again, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed up to his feet.
All it took was one glance through slightly unfocused eyes to see that his fly was open, but he was still hard as a rock. I reached for him with a trembling hand, breathless and boneless but still wanting.
