Am I reading him wrong? Did I somehow manage to misunderstand the signals he sent? Were there even signals in the first place? God, I’m so—
“I need you to not touch me right now,” he says, closing his eyes, exhaling roughly.
My heartbeat picks up, and my face flushes. I try to pry my hands away, but he doesn’t let go, opening his eyes with a frown. But when our eyes meet, his azur ones soften.
“Prudence…”
“It’s okay.” I force a smile, still trying to get my hands back. “You’re allowed to change your mind.”
The next thing I know, my hands are pinned over my head, his face barely an inch above mine.
“Why on earth would I change my mind?”
I search his face, my mind buzzing with confusion and embarrassment.
“You told me not to touch you.”
“I’m trying to avoid a repeat of last time.” My lips part. A repeat— “I’ve had a decade to think about all the ways I’ve wanted to fuck you, Prudence. As good as it was, dry-humping each other to orgasm was not what I had in mind, and the only thing that will stop me from making you come again, but this time on my cock, is ifyouchange your mind.” My breath catches in my throat at his words and intense gaze. “And if you touch me, I’m not sure I can hold back long enough to savor finally having you in my bed.”
The air in my lungs has officially gone missing.
“Technically not your bed,” I stammer.
He arches a brow. “That’s the thing you chose to pick up on?”
I shrug, a devious smile on my face. “Details are important.”
His lips crash against mine and his hold on my wrists loosens. A throaty sound escapes him as he thrusts his hips forwards, grinding himself on the spot growing wetter underneath my clothes.
“Trust me when I say that I plan on fucking you anywhere you’ll let me,” he says, dropping open mouthed kisses on my jaw and neck. “My bed is just one out of a very long list.”
He pulls down on the lace of my bra, leaning down to suck my nipple in his mouth.
I gasp, shivering from the wet texture of his tongue swirling around the hard bud. My thighs squeeze his hips as he gives another thrust, moaning against my skin.
God, could I come again like this? Me, who has a barely 20% success rate in the orgasm department? Could that man make me come not once, buttwicewhile keeping my clothes on? Andoh my god, I really need to slow things down. I don’t want to come so soon, what if I can’t come again after?
“What’s on the list?” I pant, trying to focus on something other than the throbbing between my legs.
“Everything I can sit, lay, or bend you over on.” He rubs his thumb in circles over the second nipple, his hips thrusting forward again. I’m going to die.
“That’s a long list,” I moan.
And it’s not helping. I can feel my blood boiling in my veins, my skin and nerves buzzing everywhere we touch. The tension coiling in my belly.
“Nate,” I whimper. Plead. “Nate.”
The buttons of my jeans open with one habile snap of his fingers. “Lift your hips, sweetness,” he commands in a dazed voice, and I oblige, allowing him to slide it down my thighs.
His kisses drift down, not sparing any inch between the spot between my breast to the line of my panty.
I knew there was a high possibility we were going to have sex tonight. Why didn’t I pack something sexier? I know I own a couple of lacy little things, why did I not putthosein my suitcase instead of the comfy but basic black cotton panties? I’m—
I jolt with a gasp and open my eyes—which I didn’t even realize were closed—to find Nate, sitting on his haunches between my legs, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the drenched black cotton underwear, his eyes dark and glassy hatched on mine.
“Are you really spiraling now?” He asks, his breath short.
My eyes roll in the back of my head under his firm touch. “Nate, I’m—Shit, stop, please…” I whimper, trying to close my legs, but he’s in the way.
