I need to take care of him.
Without hesitation, I reach for the seam of his shirt and yank, sending buttons flying. It falls open to reveal his sculpted chest and V-lines that disappear into his pants.
Fuck.
I only saw a glimpse of his body after his shower but this…up close…is so much better.
He doesn’t look mad. He looks ready.
“Come with me. Now,” I demand, tugging his arm. I lead him toward the back of the club, where I saw people heading earlier.
Thankfully, my instincts are right. The hallway leads to a massive, multisex washroom.
People come and go from the stalls, and I spot an open one at the far end.
I shove Nathaniel inside and lock the door behind us. But when I turn around, I freeze.
His face is panicked. My stomach drops.
“Nathaniel,” I breathe, stepping closer. He closes his eyes and bows his head.
Shit.Maybe I read this wrong.
He raises his hands and places them on my waist like he did earlier. I lean my forehead on his, and place my hands on either side of his head against the door for balance. “We don’t have to do anything else,” I whisper, running my fingers through the hair on his temples.
He nods slowly, taking a clear second to recollect himself. He can take all the time in the world. All that matters is that he feels comfortable. After a moment, he slips his index fingers through the loops of my pants, and pulls me closer.
I don’t make any sudden movements. Instead, I wait to see what he does next. Taking in a breath, he leans in—his lips brushing the side of my neck. I inhale sharply as I feel his soft, warm, plush lips connect with my sensitive skin underneath my ear.
Then, all of a sudden, — he bites.
I gasp and shove him back against the door, just enough to look him in the eye.
He doesn’t say anything at all. Only, his mouth quirks into a small smirk.
That’s when I clue in.Biting me.He wants to…turn me on in the way I told him back at the gastropub. Fuck, I’m flattered.
“Oh, you’re so fucking in trouble,” I groan, pushing my waist into his and burying my face in his neck.
“Shit!” he moans as I go off in the way that I’ve been wanting to since…a long fucking time, apparently. My mouth is busy sucking, kissing, and licking his delicious, sweet sun-kissed skin. He tastes like summer.
My hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of his smooth skin.
I slide his ripped shirt farther off his shoulders and trail kisses down his chest. I need more of him in my mouth.
There’s no doubt. No hesitancy. No question about this. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want this.
His fingers go straight to getting lost in my hair. It feels divine as he pants and squirms under me. When I reach his nipple and flick my tongue, he tugs sharply and lets out a soft whimper.
There it is.I found his sweet spot. How funny that it’s the same as mine.
I circle one nipple with my tongue while teasing the other with my fingers. He writhes between my legs, melting into my touch.
A moan escapes me as he grinds his thigh against my crotch.
He does it again. And again.
Andfuck—again.
