“What?” he asked incredulously. “No. Are you crazy? I’m chafed over jacking off to memories of you for the past two weeks.” Weirdly enough, the fact that he hadn’t jumped into bed the moment he had the chance meant as much as him saying I love you had. We were over, and he’d be justified to do so. But when I hadn’t responded yet, he anchored me with his vulnerable gaze. “You do believe me, right?”
“I do. You just scared me, looking all serious.”
“Nothing to be scared about. I wanted to let you know we received an invite from Bid for Love, and I RSVP’d for both of us before even coming here.” When my mouth gaped, he added, “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I thought it’d be fun.”
“Why is that what you’re thinking of now?” I asked.
He shrugged sheepishly. “My stripping.”
“Kiss me, you idiot.” He grinned at my outburst and then leisurely rolled his gaze over my body before taking one large, swift step toward the bed. Full of virility, that simple act of moving with purpose provided foreplay as effectively as his touches would. “By the way, you would blow any of those strippers out of the water,” I offered. “In case you ever got bored with your career.” He definitely had natural stripper moves.
“Hmm… maybe I will consider it.”
“On second thought…” His grin returned as he laid beside me to resume where he had left off by latching onto one of my nipples. Torturous nips and sucks drove me nuts. With kisses and touches, he unhurriedly blanketed every inch of me, just as he claimed he would. On his way down my body, he stopped to pay attention to my belly button ring, while his hand slid between my legs.
“Nate.” I said his name as a plea when the petting and kissing became too much. That caused him to stare at me, a smirk lifting those lips of his. He then spread my legs and settled between them.
At first, he pecked light kisses around my perimeter, teasing. The muscles in my thighs continued to tremble with anticipation of more to come. And then an open-mouthed attack landed on my clit, sending hot pulsations of sexual energy to ripple through me. Each long lap of his tongue caused a numbing delirium.
Vibrant green eyes pinned to mine as he moved his hungry mouth over me, expertly manipulating my sexual frustration into bliss. Endorphins sizzled to the surface, traveling through my core at full throttle as Nate’s hot tongue brought me an instant orgasm.
The tremors in my thighs barely calmed before he winked and dove back in, repeating the process all over again. He resumed by leisurely licking, sucking, and kissing me in the most sensual way. Each method resulted in the same build of heightened ecstasy.
At times, I forgot to breathe, forcing myself to drag in a deep intake of air. As he had before, he latched onto my clit and sucked. But when he slid two fingers inside me, I saw stars and desperately said, “Oh God… don’t stop.”
Of course, he didn’t, determinedly bringing me closer to the edge with his talents. I reached for his free hand, and he entwined our fingers. Meanwhile, he focused on my clit, sucking relentlessly, just as his fingers found my G-spot.
I was gone. The second orgasm came even harder than the first. Words failed me… noises, moans, and sighs were all I was capable of while I spun into a vortex of indescribable pleasure.
When he moved higher up the bed and stretched beside me, the deep, passionate kiss had me tasting myself on his lips. A deep-rooted desire coursed through my veins from the eroticism, almost as if the last two orgasms had never occurred.
“Straddle me, baby,” he said gruffly. Without hesitation, I positioned myself over him and reached down to take his heavy shaft in my hand. Tethering my gaze to his, I impaled myself with one smooth descent.
Two hands landed on my butt, manipulating my movements and setting the pace. A mind-blowing fullness took hold of my already-sensitive nerve endings, causing an intense clenching that triggered him to groan.
I took control, stabilizing myself by holding on to his shoulders. He gripped my ass, rocking in and out of me. With each lunge, he released another guttural groan and another punishing wave of ecstasy.
As my internal muscles continued to squeeze him, he cursed: “Fuck. Baby, I can’t hold back much longer.”
“I’m almost there.”
“Let’s get you all the way there.” He pressed a fingertip against my swollen clit, timing the circular motion he made with each of his thrusts. “Closer?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
He then sat up, and that was all I needed to send me spiraling into a draining orgasm… number three for me, and each was more intense than the last.
Working on his own now, Nate anchored both hands on my hips to keep himself fully seated inside just before he spasmed. Staring at one another, nose to nose as this perfect man came undone, a man who professed his love, was one of the most intimate moments of my life.
It seemed an eternity before he finally relaxed and said, “Jesus Christ, I needed that.”
“For the record, I needed it more,” I teased with a contented smile.
He gifted me with his sexy smirk. “Are we making this a contest? Because I will win.”
“Of course, you will, Mr. Navarro. Don’t you win at everything?”
“Absolutely. I won in professing my love before you did.” His hand spread over my back, pulling me even closer. I could feel his pounding heart against my breasts, the scruff of his jawline on my chin, the emotions in his soul. “And I most definitely won the jackpot with you,” he breathed. “I love you, Amy. You have my heart.”
My own heart flipped over his declarations, and I kissed him long and hard before saying, “I love you, too, Nate… and you have mine as well.”
That cocky smirk appeared. “Tell me something I don’t know, Jersey.”
After all the resisting and fighting off feelings, I still wondered how I got this sexy-as-hell, emotionally detached, arrogant bastard to love me.
While trying to enjoy every last minute of our last night in Costa Rica, we got no sleep.
“We have to get dressed.”
“You said that already.” He was right. I had said it a few times now. But I couldn’t bring myself to move. In my defense, lying naked with an equally naked sexy man while staring at a spectacular beach held much more appeal than going back to New York’s less desirable climate.
Funny, the day I had checked in to the lovely room my mom had booked for me, I stared at the massive king-size bed and groaned. I legit saw that fluffy cloud of luxurious linens as a threat to my Nate-free state of mind. It faced a glass slider that framed the gorgeous view, along with a claw-footed tub and stone shower for two, also culprits of my gloom.
Unfortunately, staying there forever wasn’t possible… so once again I repeated, “We really have to get dressed.”
“If we grab food at the airport instead of here, and fuck while showering, then we just bought at least another hour…”
“That’s brilliant.” We had utilized that shower and tub all week for reasons other than cleansing ourselves.
I snuggled closer with a contented sigh. He not only attended the wedding with me, but we’d been inseparable for the last nine days. He’d arrived a few days before my mom’s wedding, with no plans of leaving until I did. This had me asking the workaholic how he’d pulled off an extended vacation. Besides admitting he’d given his staff time off for the holiday, and that he needed a vacation, he claimed he did not want to talk about work.