I leaned over and took a chance. I kissed her neck. I heard her suck in a breath. She didn’t pull away. I kissed again, sliding my mouth toward her ear and nibbling on her earlobe. All the signs were telling me she wanted this. I leaned forward and put both our wine glasses on the coffee table. Then I kissed her. I kissed her like I’d been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on her.
I heard her soft moan and took it up a notch. I needed this woman.
Chapter 27
Saige
Nine years ago
His kiss was better than I’d fantasized about. He was more than I could have hoped for. I was riding the high of a lovely night out with him and the kiss was the icing on the cake. But I wanted more. I wanted the sprinkles and all the little extras. I never slept with a man on a first date, but this was different. This was Nash. We’d spent a lot of time together over the last few weeks and I felt like I knew him better than anyone else.
His hands slid over my breasts while his thumbs rubbed over my nipples. The lace bra I was wearing provided very little barrier between us. I gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. It felt like an electric shock but delicious.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispered against my lips.
There were probably about a hundred rules that said I shouldn’t sleep with a client. I understood why, but this was different. This was Nash. “Are you sure?” I whispered.
I wanted him to tell me he was absolutely sure. I wanted him. Period.
He rested his forehead against mine. I could feel him breathing hard. Feeling his desire was like dumping fuel on my own. “If you want me to stop, I will,” he said in a strained voice.
I decided to throw caution to the wind. There was no reason we couldn’t remain professional after tonight. It was sex. My coworkers and friends were all doing it. I was the good girl. I was tired of being the responsible one. I wanted to have some fun.
I did what came naturally. I leaned forward and kissed him. I forced my tongue into his mouth and opened my own mouth wide. It was a wild dueling of tongues and teeth. The initial kiss had been hot. This kiss made my toes curl and overheated my blood. I could feel heat pumping through me, sending fiery-hot liquid between my legs.
He got to his feet, bending forward and keeping his mouth sealed to mine. He pulled me up and jerked my body against his. My chest heaved against his. I let my own hands slide down his back. I kneaded and pulled against him until I had his ass clenched tight in my hands. I swallowed the groan that escaped his throat and rubbed myself against him.
“I want you,” he breathed.
“Take me.”
He growled and reached his hands under my ass, lifting me against him. I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my core against the hardness I felt under his pants. I moaned, lifting myself and sliding down as I mimicked what I was hoping we could do without clothes.
He began to move, navigating around the furniture in his small apartment until I heard a door slam against a wall. I didn’t look behind me. I trusted him. He lowered me to my feet, letting me slide down his body until I was touching the floor, and yet, I was still leaned against him. His hands slid between us and deftly unbuttoned my blouse with a skill that had to have come from a lot of practice. I didn’t let myself think about that.
“You’ve been teasing me with this bra,” he whispered.
He stepped back with one hand cupping my breast and the other gliding over the lace that covered one mound. He bent forward and kissed my nipple straining against the fabric before he sucked it between his teeth. I groaned and arched into him.
With the same practiced skill he used to undo my blouse, his hand reached behind me and flicked open the bra. A moment later, he was peeling off the blouse and bra and letting them fall to the floor.
I grabbed him by the waistband and jerked him against me. A short grunt followed by him slamming his mouth over mine followed. He backed me up and then shoved me backward. I stumbled and fell onto his bed. He was immediately over me. I quickly worked at the button and zipper of his pants. I was just as frantic as he was. I pushed his pants down as far as I could before using my feet to push them off the rest of the way.
It turned into a tug-o-war with each of us pulling and tugging at each other’s clothes. When we were both naked, there was a moment. We both stopped and stared at each other with our chests heaving up and down. It was the point of no return. This was the last chance I had to back away.
I reached for him and pulled him against me. He collapsed against my chest. His hot skin covered mine. The contact scorched me in the best way. I could have orgasmed with just his large body pressed against mine. I groaned as his mouth covered mine. He slowly slid his body up and down mine, rubbing everything against him and vice versa.
I was hot. So hot. I felt like I was going to implode. Everything felt too good. When he slid to the side with one of his legs wrapped over mine, I immediately longed for the contact. My hand reached for his defined bicep as I tried to pull him back over me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Not a chance in hell,” he answered as his hand slipped down my chest. He groped my breast with an intensity that had not been there before. Then it was over my belly and between my legs. A gasp escaped my lips when his hand stroked over my mound.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed. “Holy shit.”
“Touch me.”
He slid his fingers down my slit. My body opening to him like a flower opening to the sun. His finger slipped inside me and I was certain I was going to pass out. He massaged over my clit several times, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm.
“Do you want it?”
“I want it. Please, Nash.”
His mouth closed over mine again as he pushed in a second finger. The unexpected pressure and stretching combined with his kiss shredded the last of my self-control. My mind and body tumbled into a warm, happy place full of ecstasy. My body arched, rising to meet his hand and take his fingers deeper inside me. His kiss intensified. His tongue shoved down my throat as his fingers pushed inside.
When the orgasm subsided and I felt like I was floating back down to earth, he moved over the top of me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt too good to care. “You’re beautiful,” he said.
I reached up and stroked my hand over his face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He smirked in that sexy, cocky way that drove me mad a moment before he was pushing inside me. All thoughts left my mind. It was all about what was happening and the way he felt inside me. I didn’t dare breathe or close my eyes. My gaze was locked on him. I couldn’t look away. It was terribly erotic. When he was fully seated inside me, I finally released the breath I’d been holding since he first pushed inside me.
“Damn,” he breathed.
A slow smile spread over my face. “Yes. Damn.”
“I’d love to take this slow, but baby, I’m burning for you.”
“Don’t take it slow. Not this time.”
His eyes darkened as he stared into mine. “This time?”
I was suddenly embarrassed. “I meant—”
He reached up and put a finger to my lips. “This time,” he whispered. “There will be a next time.”