Laurel blew out a harsh breath. ‘Rebecca, I don’t think he—’
‘No. Stop there. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, with his greedy eyes. He’s desperate for your smile all the time, hanging on your every word. He’s taken you to meet his friends, overnight. Be brave, my girl.’ Rebecca clapped her hands. ‘Also, you really need to get laid.’
Laurel snorted a laugh. Rebecca was right.
‘But what if he doesn’t—’
‘He does, Laurel.’
‘But if he—’
‘Laurel,’ she said. ‘Hedoes.’
She pinched the bridge of her nose and didn’t say anything. He’d told her she was beautiful. They’d hadmoments. The long looks at her mouth, the way his eyes tripped across her collarbone, his strong hands in her hair.
And she was just tipsy enough to ignore the fact that it was a bad, bad idea. She could have sex with Nate, once, and it would be fine. They would just carry on like normal. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness, her heart wouldn’t become dangerously close to breaking. It would be fine. Fine.
Rebecca was right. She really needed to get laid.
‘Now, go and put on that sexy satin set. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.’
The door to the room opened and closed whilst she was sorting herself out in the en-suite.
‘Laurel?’ Nate called, knocking gently on the door.
‘Two minutes,’ she said back, finishing off rubbing in the moisturiser on her face. She counted to sixty, twice, to ensure that it was two minutes and she didn’t look like an eager puppy dog waiting for Nate to arrive.
When she opened the door, Nate was sat on the edge of the tiny chaise lounge that he’d made up as a bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed. His pyjama bottoms sat low on his hips and there was a light dusting of hair over his bare chest. Laurel definitely did not stare.
‘Laurel, I’ve got to apologise,’ Nate said, raising his eyes to meet hers. He blinked a couple of times at her, his jaw slack. ‘You look…’
‘Yes?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and certainly, most definitely, keeping her eyes on his face. He shook his head a little, as if clearing it, and started again.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed, his eyes darting over her chest, her legs and back up to her face. He swallowed.
Come on, Laurel.
The cream carpet was plush under her feet as she took three slow steps towards him. He sat up straighter as she nudged his knees apart with her legs, coming to a stop between them. Nate was flushed and pink as he looked up at her, lips parted. His fingers slid against the softness behind her knees, and it was electric. Dragging her fingers against the stubble of his jaw, she gently urged him to standing. There was a sliver of air between them, and a deep breath would have her hardened nipples brushing his bare chest through the satin of her top. Nate’s hands tightened around her waist, and he wet his lip.
Taking the smallest step closer, Laurel pressed her hips against him and a strangled groan came from his throat. She ran her fingers across his chest and explored his collarbone, feeling how his breathing caught and juddered under her touch. Hardness grew against the bottom of her stomach and she bit her lip, looking up at him coyly. His eyes had darkened, watching her explore him with heated desire. A warm hand slipped underneath her top and pushed firmly against her back, pressing her to him.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his mouth.
‘You should probably kiss me, Dr Daley,’ she breathed.
She heard a strangledgod yesbefore his mouth crashed against hers
It was hard and fast, his lips moving against hers, his tongue probing against her lips. She opened her lips and whimpered as his tongue pressed softly into her mouth. The kiss became deeper, more breathless, and she reached up on her toes to wind her arms around his neck, desperate to get closer to him. A strong hand slid down her leg and hitched under her knee, bringing her leg up around his waist. The friction against her thin shorts wasn’t enough and she squirmed against him. His teeth nipped at her lip before he angled her head so he could slide his cheek across hers and run his nose down her neck, breathing her in. A moan came from her throat.
‘I’ve wanted to kiss you here for so long,’ he murmured against her throat.
In between hot breaths, she managed to force out a whispered, ‘Have you?’
‘So long.’ His hand was splayed across her ribs and grazed the underside of her breast with long, teasing strokes. Her back arched, wanting more, wantinganything, needing friction. He smiled against her neck and planted kisses on the length of her jaw, finding her lips again.
‘Fuck,’ he said under his breath, and she smiled as his cock twitched in his thin pyjamas. She stood in front of him, a deep breath and her nipples would be brushing against him.
‘Laurel,’ he whispered, dark eyes fixated on her lips.
