Yeah, he had forgone a shirt and just put on his jeans. If she was wandering around like that, he might as well give her something to look at as well.
“Yeah, apparently someone stole my shirt.” He didn’t care. She could take all his clothes and he’d be a happy man.
“Oh, I could take it off if you want it back,” she said, and he could fucking hear the teasing smirk that would be on her lips if he’d only just look.
Sighing, he resigned to his own weakness. He pulled the sauce off the fire, deeming it ready. Looking over his shoulder, he saw exactly what he’d imagined.
Food momentarily forgotten, Nate prowled towards Maddy and didn’t stop until he’d caged her in.
“If you take that shirt off, we won’t be eating for a long, long time.”
“Promise?” she asked, smiling like the devil she was.
He groaned, hanging his head forward.
“Fuck, Mads. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He felt her hands cupping his face and lifting it to meet her eyes.
She gave him a soft peck on the lips that he felt everywhere.
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” she conceded, dropping her arms back on the counter. “Feed me.”
Nate groaned internally.
Yep, she was definitely going to kill him.
Eventually they did manage to eat. They even managed to eat several spoonfuls of the delicious tiramisu she’d brought. Nate thought he deserved a medal for being able to hold a conversation despite being absurdly distracted.
Except, she was now lifting on her toes to put a clean plate back in its place, and the hem of his shirt was riding dangerously close to the curve of her ass, so for the sake of his sanity he went over to her and put the plate in its place instead.
He thought his sudden presence would startle her but when she looked at him her eyes were full of heat and determination. As if she’d planned this all along.
With a hand at the center of his chest, she pushed him slowly backwards until his back met the cupboards and she gently lowered herself on her knees.
The mere sight of her like that robbed him of reason. All the blood in his body rushed to his cock that throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Her hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling him out. She didn’t break eye-contact as she leaned in, licking the head of his cock like it was the best dessert she’d ever tasted.
Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, sucking him in deep slowly. Tortuously. His hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, as if he might break something from the pressure.
He watched her greedily as she sucked him and stroked him, liquid lust swimming in her eyes. Her soft moans sent vibrations through him, and his hand reached for her head, threading through her hair, his fingers tightening in her locks, feeling every movement she made with her mouth. His grip made her gasp around him, and suddenly this wasn’t enough.
He never stood a chance against her.
Nate pulled her gently off him and used his strength to grasp her arms and lift her on the counter. Her small frown of confusion turned into an expression of pure desire as she watched him fish a condom out of his back pocket and put it on. She merely opened her thighs in invitation and he was on her like a ravenous animal.
He was inside her seconds later. There, in his kitchen, with his shirt riding up to expose her wet pussy, and him in undone jeans pumping her full of him. His mouth swallowing her moans as they rode out their pleasure.
She was a hunger he could not satiate, and as they moved together, Nate thought he would never even want to.
thirty-nine
The quiet rustle of sheets was what woke Maddy up. Then came the slow realization that these weren’t her sheets or her bed for that matter.
And that there was the warm body of a man wrapped around her, holding her close with a hand splayed on her belly. He peppered soft kisses on her nape and she shivered from the sensation.
“Call in sick,” Nate mumbled against her skin in a sleep-thickened voice.
