I gripped my phone in my hand, debating whether it was worth whatever wrath Andrew would put upon us. Exasperated, I threw the phone on my bed and fell beside it, arms spread wide as I stared up at the ceiling.
I was so tired. My emotions were all over the place, and I needed to do something about this craving I had for the man down the hall.
Glancing over to the dresser across the room where I unpacked all my belongings, I considered grabbing my battery-operated boyfriend again to temporarily scratch the itch. But I knew it would be a poor substitute for the real thing.
“Get a grip,” I mumbled. “In just two weeks, you’ll only see him every once in a while. You’ll be fine. And who knows, maybe when you go back to work, there will be a new passer-through.” But who was I kidding? Ever since my night with Nate, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to invite anyone back to my place for more than a quick make-out session or second-base touching. No one did it for me the way Nate did.
“Stupid good-looking fucker with a magic cock.”
A knock on my bedroom door sounded, and I leaned up onto my elbows. God, I hoped whoever was on the other side of the door didn’t hear the one-sided conversation with myself.
“Alexandra?”
My entire body shook as he called out my name. I’d never been turned on by my full name, but the way Nate said it was like my own personal aphrodisiac.
“Coming!” I hollered out in reply as I scurried off the bed.
I tried to look casual as I opened the door and blindly leaned against the jamb while also holding the doorknob with my other hand. Instead, I fumbled and missed the jamb, nearly falling over in the process.
Strong hands gripped my arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Fine. What’s up?” I asked, gripping the knob with my hand to keep from reaching out and dragging him to my bed.
“Can we talk?”
“Oh. Um, sure. Where?”
Nate slipped by me into my room, wordlessly answering my question.
This was bad news. My attraction to him had grown exponentially with every day that passed. Having him here in my room, alone, was sending my body all kinds of mixed signals.
When I closed the door and turned to face him, he was standing about two feet away, hunger blazing in his eyes.
“What did you want to talk—”
The words died on my lips as Nate cupped my face with his hands and crashed his mouth down on mine.
He pushed me backward until my body slammed against the bedroom door.
“How dare you,” he growled as he pulled his mouth away. I missed his tongue immediately. He nipped at the skin of my jaw, sending tiny sparks down to my lady bits with each punctuated word. “How dare you make me want you so desperately. I can’t control myself anymore. Tell me why you want me to lose control like this. Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about tearing all your clothes off and doing every damn dirty thing I’ve imagined with you.”
I never believed in the spontaneous combustion of people, but with the way Nate spoke, I was certain my scorching body might just do it.
“Do it. Do everything, Nate.”
Jaw held firmly in his hand, he tilted my face up toward his. “There’s no going back. I may not remember last time, but I will remember this one.”
“I want it. Give me everything.”
In a flash, his hand was pulling my shirt over my head, leaving me in a simple cotton bra. I hadn’t been expecting a visitor.
“So fucking hot,” he mumbled as he flipped the cup down on one breast and latched his mouth onto the peak.
“Ah.” I squirmed. His suction was strong enough I felt a twinge between my legs. Could I actually come from him playing with my breasts? It seemed like I was going to find out soon, as he dipped his hand into the other cup and ran his thumb around my nipple.
I raised on my tiptoes, using the door for support, as my core tingled with each suck and flick on my breasts. I’d never been overly sensitive there, but Nate had a magic mouth and generous hands.
The waves started to grow, and I chased that release. With zero refinement, I unbuttoned my shorts and shoved my hand between my legs. The touch of my fingers was enough to bring me one step closer to my climax. I ran two of my fingers in circles around my clit as I closed my eyes.
