INSIDE the large entranceway of his home Nathan took my clutch, placing it on the hall table. He lowered my shoes to the floor and shrugged out of his jacket. ‘Would you like a drink?’
I shook my head, desire chasing away the last of my nerves. I clutched the open neck of his shirt in both hands and pulled his mouth down to mine. With a low growl he took the lead, surging forward to deepen the kiss, parting my lips under his with the thrust of his tongue. His hands cupped my backside before sliding down my thighs. He scrabbled to bunch up my dress and then hoisted me up onto his hips, pressing me onto his growing erection.
My blood, spiked with a heady cocktail of lust and euphoria, delivered the rush to every cell in my body, and I gasped as the feelings spilled over. I was going to do this—my attraction to him was too powerful to be denied.
His shoulders flexed under my hands as I clung to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, Nathan turned for the stairs, cupping my thighs in his hands so he could carry me.
Near the top he almost stumbled, and we laughed into each other’s mouths, our lips and tongues still working to relieve some of the ferocious tension between us.
‘Don’t injure yourself.’ I sucked on his lower lip, my fingers desecrating his glorious hair.
‘It’s okay.’ He smiled around the kiss. ‘I know a great doctor.’ He staggered across the landing in two quick strides, pushing open the door to what I assumed was his room. Two bedside lights cast a soft glow on the sumptuous space and the king-sized bed had been turned down.
Nathan lowered me on to the bed and stood back, his eyes luminous and his chest heaving. Barely controlled lust sharpened the angles of his face and I realised how insipid and contrived his performance with Claudia had been. Confronted with the evidence of his blatant desire for me, there was no denying his ‘scene’ in Daddy Date had been just that—an act.
‘Fuck, you are one beautiful woman, Sophia King.’ He dropped to his knees at my feet and lifted the hem of my dress, pushing it up past my knees.
I followed the path his sexy hands took as they skimmed up my stocking-clad thighs, taking the dress with them. The sight of his hands on me, as he took his time to unwrap me like a parcel was almost as good as the sensation—the slide of his heated palms, even through the nylon that separated us, scraped my exquisitely sensitive skin. Liquid pools of emerald lifted from the lacy tops of my stockings and my chest tightened as he stared into my eyes, squeezing the air from my lungs as if I’d breathed my last.
With firm hands, he pushed my knees apart, slotting his body between them, and leaned in to kiss me again—a delicious tangle of tongues, teeth and lips.
Desperate to get at him, I fumbled with the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing a triangle of his warm, fragrant skin. My fingers brushed the soft dusting of chest hair, and I pulled my mouth from his so I could bury my nose in it and inhale his scent.
Nathan growled, pushing me back onto the bed. ‘Lie there.’ He stood, divesting himself of his cufflinks, which he put into his trouser pocket. Shrugging off his waistcoat and shirt, he threw them towards a chair across the room, his gaze never leaving mine—intense, carnal and tinged with triumph.
The air trapped in my lungs as I took in his magnificence. Golden skin covered the smooth, sculpted lines of his fit, toned and sexy-as-hell body. His trousers hung low on his hips, framing the sexy V thing he had going on and partly concealing the thin strip of hair that began just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He was a visual feast and if I wasn’t already lying down I’d have collapsed, victim to the devastation of his male beauty.
His lust-glazed eyes flicked over my fully dressed form like he had X-ray vision, returning to mine while he took his time opening his belt and the fly of his trousers. I wanted to view the progress of his trousers down his muscular thighs, but the heat in his stare held me captive.
I lay there in breathless anticipation as he dispelled with his shoes and socks, casting them in the same direction as the shirt. His erection strained the front of his tight-fitting cotton boxers and my face flamed. Caught staring.
Climbing onto the bed above me, his lazy inspection scorched me. ‘Now, beautiful. It’s my turn to ogle you.’
His husky promise began a chain reaction of trembles inside me, ramping up my longing until I wanted to tear at the gown I’d spent a week’s salary on so I could feel his naked skin next to mine.
Sitting astride my thighs, Nathan pulled me up into a sitting position and reached around me to lower the zipper on my dress, peeling it from my shoulders.
His fingers traced my collarbones. ‘Your skin is amazing. So soft,’ he whispered, caressing my shoulders and my upper arms and drawing circles with his thumbs. Pushing the dress down farther to reveal my black lacy bra, he moved his hands to my breasts and circled my nipples through the lace.
The erotic tension was too much and I closed my eyes, shutting out the intimacy of his bold eye contact.
‘Look at me, Soph. I want to see you and I want you to watch what I’m going to do.’
Hypnotised by his seductive words, my eyelids fluttered open to watch him slide the bra straps from my shoulders and push down the lace to expose my breasts. His eyes flickered with renewed heat with each tiny gasp and moan that stole from me. His gaze dipped to my exposed nipples and he sucked in a small gust of air, his tightly wound control slipping for a second. The muscles in his jaw bunched as his fingers traced the peaks of my breasts and I marvelled at his restraint—but for my arms trapped at my sides by my clothing, I’d have clawed at him. Clearly, we were doing this his way and he savoured every second, extracting every drop of pleasure from each new touch and exploration.
‘Watch me.’
I nodded, gripping his forearms for balance. His mouth encased my nipple in moist heat and I couldn’t have looked away if my life had depended on it. With his eyes raised to mine, sucking with strong pulls, he ramped up the torture with expert little flicks of his tongue before biting down gently on my sensitised nipple.
I gasped as the pleasure jerked through my body and down to my core, my head falling back as I fought to contain such furious rapture.
His lips formed a smile around my flesh and he released me only to scrape his bearded chin across my nipple en route to the other breast, where he repeated the whole mind-blowing process.
Whimpering at his ministrations, I moved my hand between our bodies to slide my fingers down his ridged abdomen. My hand found its target and I caressed him through his boxers, chuckling as he stopped torturing my breast to mutter a broken expletive, his eyes scrunched closed and his face twisted in sublime agony while his hips jerked towards my hand.
Growling, he jumped off the bed, dragging me with him, and he pushed my dress down so it pooled around my ankles. With alarming one-handed skill, he snapped open my bra and tossed it.
‘So fucking sexy,’ he muttered, kneeling in front of me and trailing his tongue down my stomach in electrifying little licks that had me clinging to his shoulders for balance.
I was high, so drugged by pleasure my legs wobbled, and I plunged my hands into his messed up hair and held on tight. He made short work of removing my stockings, nipping kisses across my stomach from hip to hip, until I stood there in nothing more than black lace panties.
‘Nathan,’ I pleaded, finding my voice at last, not sure I could withstand much more of his sensual onslaught.
He tilted his head back, a wicked gleam in his eyes, his smiling lips brushing my skin.
I trembled, completely mesmerised by him—in that second, I understood. The screaming fans, the constant stream of beautiful women, his lady-killer reputation—his bedroom eyes and lascivious smile were devastating and I was as powerless to resist them as the next mere mortal.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, he peeled them down my legs with agonising slowness. I used his shoulders to steady myself as I stepped out of them. He was driving me insane with want and my legs might have buckled at any moment.
With his face level with my sex, he leaned forward and nuzzled his nose through my strip of pubic hair, watching my reaction with hooded eyes. His groan reverberated through me as he pressed his forehead to the soft swell of my belly and clutched my backside in his hands. In a blur of motion, I was pushed back onto the bed as he dived, parting my thighs and covering my sex with his mouth.
I cried out, my back arching off the bed and my hands finding his hair once more. My desperate fingernails clawed at his scalp, but I was too far gone to stop and he wasn’t complaining. Slipping his hands under my buttocks, he lifted me to his voracious mouth as he swirled his tongue around my clitoris.
I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to absorb the jolts of pleasure Nathan’s tongue wreaked, losing the battle when he pushed a finger inside me, thrusting it in and out and then adding a second.
‘Nathan, Nathan.’ My moans turned to chants as the rapture built and my mind shut down to everything but the scorch of sensation spiralling out from my core.
Nathan groaned, and I glanced down, capturing his stare, which gleamed with triumph as his mouth devoured me more vigorously. The vibrations from his incoherent growls reverberated through my sex, tipping me over the edge and I came, clenching hard around his fingers and tugging on his hair as the riot of sensation slammed into me again and again.
Panting hard, I opened my eyes as Nathan crawled above me, satisfaction sparkling in his green eyes. He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, my scent clinging to his lips and beard.
‘I. Am. Never. Shaving. Again,’ he said between kisses, his voice gravelly.
I was spent, my limbs so heavy they sank into the bed as I tried to recover from the best high I’d ever experienced. Nathan encouraged my languid body up into a sitting position.
While I’d been lying replete and delirious, he’d removed his boxers, his erection now straining between us as he sat back against the headboard and pulled me onto his thighs so we were face to face.
‘Help me with this.’ His voice was gruff. He handed me a condom, the price of his control evident in the taut set of his jaw.
I tore the packet open and rolled the condom onto him, loving that my touch sent his head dropping back, his mouth opening on an ecstatic gasp—achingly beautiful, exposed, vulnerable.
‘Come here,’ he whispered, his hands trailing between my waist and hips until he grasped my buttocks in both hands and pulled me closer.
I obeyed his husky command and covered his mouth with mine as I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch. He stretched and filled me and when I could lower no farther, he wrapped his arms around my back, crushing my breasts to his chest as his mouth continued to consume mine, capturing every gasp and sigh.
‘You feel incredible.’ He peppered kisses over my face—my lips, my cheeks and my eyelids, his gaze honing in on mine every time, maintaining the insane intimacy of the connection between us with his bold verdant stare. Flecks of gold tinged his irises and the tiny muscles contracted, dilating his pupils.
‘So do you.’ The eye contact was almost too much and my eyes burned, forcing a flurry of reluctant blinks from me. Connected but not moving, we stared into dark pools as if they held the secrets of the universe, and I feared this would irrevocably change me.
Moving his hands down to my hips, Nathan’s fingers flexed, guiding me into a rocking motion. I pushed up onto my knees and dropped back down, bouncing on his lap to give us both the friction we sought. His arms wrapped around my back and his hands hooked up over my shoulders, pulling me in until our mouths met. I poured myself into the kiss, slanting my mouth over his until I consumed him as he’d consumed me.
At last, his control snapped. Tearing his mouth away, he grasped me around the waist and rolled us, flipping me onto my back. Biting his lip, he spread my knees wide, guiding himself to my opening, and plunged inside me again. Entwining his fingers with mine, he stretched my hands up above my head, pinning them to the mattress as he bent his knees to gain some purchase.
His jaw clenched as his hips pounded into me and I cried out, spreading my thighs wider, taking him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head for a second before he growled snapping them back to glare down at me as he slammed his hips into mine with relentless vigour.
I’d thought I was sated, but excitement spiked my blood once more sending me back down the path towards ecstasy. He was wondrous, ruthlessly chasing his own pleasure buried deep inside my body. With a tightly clenched jaw and his gaze drilling into mine, his thrusts became more frantic, picking up both speed and power.
I thrashed, my hands still imprisoned in his punishing grip, lifting my hips to meet his pubic bone, which ground into my clitoris repeatedly, shoving me closer to a second orgasm.
‘Come with me.’ His command was rough, broken, as if spoken by a man on the edge, desperate to take me with him for the final plummet. My body obeyed, surprising me. Clenching around him tightly, I wailed his name, the pleasure too great to be contained.
With a final thrust, Nathan roared, crushing me to the bed, his chest heaving.
We lay there for several minutes, sweat cooling our skin, heart rates returning to normal, Nathan’s face buried in my neck. Surfacing, he kissed me once and slowly withdrew. ‘Don’t move.’ He rose from the bed on slightly unsteady legs, removing the condom as he walked.
Incapable of moving, I found the energy to turn my head and observe his spectacular backside as he strode across the room towards the en-suite. Seconds later he re-emerged, still gloriously naked, ruffling his hand through his well-fucked hair.
‘Come here, you beautiful girl.’ He reached for me, pulling me to his side as he climbed into bed and arranged the duvet to cover us.
Replete, I snuggled into his chest and tangled my legs with his, overcome with fatigue.
He pressed a kiss to my temple, wrapping me in his embrace. ‘Sleep now, Soph,’ he whispered.
I slept.
***
I woke to an unfamiliar sunlit room and an empty bed. Listening for noises from the en-suite bathroom, I cast around for evidence that last night’s wild coupling had indeed happened.
Killer frock in a heap on the chair? Check.
Condom packets on the nightstand? Check.
Deliciously sore feeling of overuse in the lady parts? Check.
I flopped back down on the pillow, confident that Nathan was elsewhere, and indulged in a little solo de-brief. Nathan was correct. Last night had been nothing like the contrived sex scene between him and Claudia. My stomach clenched as the X-rated memories flashed in my head. I’d experienced the authentic, one hundred per cent certified real thing with bells, whistles, and a fanfare of cherries on top.
And not just once. I’d awoken twice, Nathan pressing his erection into my buttocks and circling my nipples with his agile fingers. Both times, we’d roused ourselves sufficiently to share a couple of sleepy orgasms before collapsing back into an exhausted heap of entwined arms and legs. Did the man never sleep?
I flung out both arms on a stretch, my fingers brushing something on Nathan’s pillow. A note. Two stick figures embracing each other and the words:
Stay in bed, I’m bringing breakfast x
With ‘x’-induced giddiness filling my belly with winged insects, I rushed to Nathan’s en-suite on shaky legs.
As I washed my hands, I groaned at my reflection. Mascara ringed my eyes in smudged black circles, my chin was glowing with beard burn, and I had a dreadful case of sex hair.
I reached for a washcloth and removed the worst of the mascara, then rummaged in the drawers for a brush or comb. I quickly de-tangled my wavy hair with a wooden hairbrush that had a few strands of Nathan’s hair in it. Finding a new toothbrush in a second drawer, I cleaned my teeth and returned to the bedroom, a little more human.
The scent clinging to Nathan’s discarded shirt from last night engulfed me as I pulled it on. I made it back into bed with only seconds to spare before Nathan returned, carrying a wooden tray laden with breakfast.
My mouth watered, but it was largely due to the sight of Nathan wearing only a pair of black boxers and a sleepy, sexy smile.
I wasn’t very experienced at the ‘morning after’ thing—my face heated, but it was a little late for bashfulness. We were now better acquainted with each other—well, at least with each other’s bodies and how to draw every drop of pleasure from them.
‘Good morning.’ He placed the tray on the bed and, brushing my hair back from my face, kissed me deeply and thoroughly, banishing any awkwardness between us. ‘I hope you’re hungry?’
‘Morning.’ Further speech eluded me. I’d happily forgo breakfast for more of Nathan.
Settling beside me on the bed, he poured two mugs of tea and handed one to me, kissing me again. ‘I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, so I brought lots. Oh, and I thought you might want your things.’ He indicated my clutch, which was also on the tray, before taking a piece of toast and smearing it with honey.
He ate with gusto, taking huge, manly bites, and I wondered how long he spent in the gym to keep his body in such spectacular shape. I had first-hand knowledge that there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.
‘I’m starving,’ he said, grinning at me with his mouth full, his beautiful eyes luminous with unspoken reprimand.
I reached up to brush away a toast crumb stuck in his beard. ‘It’s not my fault. You’re insatiable.’
He winked at me, unrepentant mirth transforming his grin to boyish. ‘On the contrary, it’s very much your fault. A man can’t be expected to sleep with an exceptionally sexy woman in his bed—I’m only human, Soph. Do you like honey?’
I nodded, my mouth drying when his tongue found some stray honey on his bottom lip—the same tongue that had licked most of my body last night. I shivered.
He took another bite of his toast and then offered it to me with a knowing smile. Sleep-rumpled, playful and relaxed—‘morning-after Nathan’ was dangerous to my health.
Holding his hand steady, I took a small nibble from his toast and held his gaze. Smiling broadly, he slathered another slice of toast in honey and passed it to me. ‘Eat. You’re going to need your strength.’
I ate the toast, my body a trembling, adrenaline-soaked wreck. I washed down the toast with a mouthful of tea, my eyes growing wide as Nathan picked up a strawberry and held it between his teeth. Bringing his mouth to mine, he offered me a bite with challenge in his eyes.
I wrapped my lips around the strawberry and bit into it, my lips meeting his in a strawberry-flavoured kiss. We chewed and swallowed; I was lost in him and the fresh cloud of sexual tension that accompanied breakfast. I’d never be able to eat the fruit again without thinking of him and his amazing mouth.
Nathan pushed the tray aside and pulled me to my feet. ‘First shower.’ He pulled me forward so my breasts brushed his hard chest, my nipples peaking under the cotton of his shirt. ‘Then we’re having rounds four and five.’ He slipped his hands underneath the hem of his shirt to caress my backside. ‘And then I’ll show you the photos from our successful distraction tactics.’
I had no time to question the last piece of information. His mouth met mine, his lips firm, demanding and strawberry-flavoured as he walked me backwards towards the bathroom.
In the en-suite, he left me to enter the double shower and turn on the water. He shot me a cheeky smirk and peeled off his boxers, tossing them into the laundry basket.
My stare dropped to his ever-present erection, and he offered me an unrepentant shrug. ‘I can’t help myself around you.’ He pulled me close, his breath gusting over my face as his long fingers undid the buttons of his shirt until it slipped from my shoulders.
Lust pooled low in my belly. His mouth slanted over mine and his hands roamed my body, igniting a trail of desire wherever he touched. I gripped his arms for fear of collapsing on the tiles in a puddle of hormones.
We stepped under the gloriously hot water and Nathan reached for a bottle of body wash from a tiled cubby in the wall. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered, caressing my shoulders and neck with his soap-slicked hands.
I reached for his chest, fanning my fingers across his pecs to counter the wobble in my legs, and his erection bobbed between us, tapping my belly.
‘So are you.’ I moved my hands lower to rest on his hipbones, my thumbs tracing the ridge of his abdominal muscles. I closed my eyes and focused on the wonderful sensation of his skilful fingers as they caressed my body—my breasts, my stomach, my backside and between my legs.
‘Sit down,’ he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
A tiled bench ran the length of one wall of the shower and I lowered myself onto it, gasping as the cool tiles welcomed me.
Kneeling before me, Nathan continued his hedonistic treatment, washing my legs and feet. He used a hand-held showerhead to rinse the suds from my body, his fevered eyes following the path the water took over my slick skin.
‘My turn.’ Taking the bottle of body wash, I poured a generous measure in to my palm and smeared it into his chest hair, working up a lather and spreading it over his sculpted chest. I mimicked his prior actions, touching every inch of his outstanding body, my fingertips tingling as they gorged their fill of his smooth skin.
Breath hissed between his teeth, his jaw clenched and his fingers flexed against my hips, digging into me and pulling me forward to crush his erection between our wet bodies.
When I dropped to kneel at his feet, I glanced up, gauging his reaction. His pupils dilated, dark and almost predatory. His jaw clenched as his eyes flicked to my mouth and his fingers curled into fists at his sides.
Stroking his thighs and keeping my gaze locked on his, I reached up and laved my tongue from the base of his erection to the tip.
‘Fuck!’ he choked out, bracing one hand on the tiled wall behind me and spreading his feet. His eyes glinted like emerald chips as they focused on my mouth once again and his teeth sunk into his lush bottom lip—he loved the view.
A potent cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins powered inside me until my vision blurred. I smiled as I took him into my mouth, sucking him and pushing him to the back of my throat as I scanned his face, keen to witness his every reaction. His thighs tensed to steel under my palms and he rocked his hips into me, his free hand cupping my face and his fingers tangling in my wet hair. I held him firmly as I bobbed my head rapidly and flicked my tongue over the sensitive crown.
He hissed his breath between clenched teeth, his heated stare glued to my mouth as my lips clung to his hardness. His need emboldened me, encouraging me to suck harder and bob a little faster so he’d be as helpless under my mouth as I’d been under his.
His hips bucked and he began to chant, ‘Soph, Soph.’ His chest heaved and tiny spasms rocked his body as the rapture engulfed him.
Aglow with triumph, the power I wielded over him in that moment surged. With a jerk, he tried to back away from me, but I wrapped my arms around his thighs, pressing his buttocks forward as I continued to work him with my tongue and lips.
He watched the show for as long as he could, desperation in his wild stare. At the last minute, he tossed his head back and roared a long, ragged cry as he came, his fingers clenching in my hair and his buttocks squeezed taut under my hands.
I swallowed, satisfied with the bewildered awe in his face as he regarded me in the aftermath. He cupped my cheeks as the jerks of his body diminished, leaving him spent and breathless. I pulled back, releasing him with one last suck.
I rose and he swooped down, kissing me with thrilling ferocity. ‘You beautiful girl. Stay forever,’ he growled against my temple as he crushed me to his chest.
We washed our hair without speaking—me giggling and him pawing me—pausing often to nibble, kiss or lick some part of the other’s body that might have been overlooked.
By the time we were wrapped in fluffy towels and back in the bedroom, Nathan had recovered sufficiently to tent the front of the towel wrapped low around his waist.
‘Payback.’ He grabbed me, tossing me onto the centre of his bed.
My squeals turned to moans as he disappeared underneath my towel sarong to exact his own devastating brand of revenge.