already gently squeezing her muscles around his knuckle. He set a smooth, quick rhythm, reaching up to pluck at one taut nipple with his free hand.
Planting her hands on the seat of the chair, Marissa sat up and thrust her hips down with each stroke of his finger. He slid a second finger inside her and curled them up, using the pads to find that spot. Once he did, he pressed and released over and over.
Nate knew it the moment she broke. The whole time he’d been touching her, tasting her, she had been quiet— responsive but quiet. The second her body went tight in orgasm, she screamed his name.
He was dying to be inside of her and wanted to be face-to-face when she screamed his name again. Setting back on his heels, Nate managed to get the belt and buttons on his jeans undone despite his shaky hands. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t notice Marissa sitting up and reaching for him.
She felt out of control like no other time in her adult life. Any other time she would have hated the feeling. She would have hated not being in control of her emotions, her responses, and her need. Not this time, not with Nate. All she wanted right now was for him to hurry.
Reaching out, Marissa pulled him up onto his knees, pressing hungry lips to his. When his bare flesh touched hers, chest-to-chest, she knew she would never get enough.
Somehow he managed to get his pants down far enough to free himself. He fumbled a condom from his pocket, dropping it on the floor. Before he could reach for it, Marissa had it in her hand. She ripped the package open while her mouth found its way back to his. The first touch of her heated fingers on his shaft had him pulling away to watch. His breath was frozen, as she rolled the thin latex onto the hard length of him.
Nate continued to watch, as she scooted closer and lined their bodies up. Her hand held him firmly at the base, his blood pounding in her grip. One little movement of her hips and his head parted her lips. Her heat made him swallow hard and clench his jaw.
Another small movement and she welcomed him inside. Her head was down, watching just as he was. She was holding her breath, the same way he was, as well.
He tried waiting and letting the moment play out, but it was useless. He pressed forward until his hips were flush with hers. He let the air he’d been holding out in a rush. Running his hands up Marissa’s body, Nate gripped her behind the neck and waited for her to meet his gaze.
Marissa raised her eyes, but not her head. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she let him see the desperation she felt. “Don’t make me beg, Nate.”
Those low, whispered words shattered the last of his thin control. Pulling back as far as possible, Nate waited for her to look back down before plunging back in and letting his hips slam into her. Gripping her shoulders hard, Nate sought out her mouth as he rode that edge, needing to go faster, yet wanting it to last forever.
Her nails raked a layer of skin from his biceps, and a growl rolled up from his chest. He could feel her smile against his lips before she nipped the lower one with her teeth.
He wanted more. Scooting back, Nate pulled her down to the floor, loving how her legs automatically came up to lock around his hips. She was quickly meeting him thrust for thrust, reaching up to twist his hair around her fingers to pull him closer. Her mouth was at his ear, as she whispered, “Please.”
Burying his face in the soft skin of her neck, Nate let his body take the lead. The sound of her soft gasps urged him on—faster and faster. When that first deep clench of her body gripped him tight, he knew there was no stopping. His strokes became more erratic. Raising his head, he watched her as she came, her mouth forming his name over and over again.
One last stroke then buried deep inside her. At last, he let himself go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Come home with
Planting her hands on the seat of the chair, Marissa sat up and thrust her hips down with each stroke of his finger. He slid a second finger inside her and curled them up, using the pads to find that spot. Once he did, he pressed and released over and over.
Nate knew it the moment she broke. The whole time he’d been touching her, tasting her, she had been quiet— responsive but quiet. The second her body went tight in orgasm, she screamed his name.
He was dying to be inside of her and wanted to be face-to-face when she screamed his name again. Setting back on his heels, Nate managed to get the belt and buttons on his jeans undone despite his shaky hands. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t notice Marissa sitting up and reaching for him.
She felt out of control like no other time in her adult life. Any other time she would have hated the feeling. She would have hated not being in control of her emotions, her responses, and her need. Not this time, not with Nate. All she wanted right now was for him to hurry.
Reaching out, Marissa pulled him up onto his knees, pressing hungry lips to his. When his bare flesh touched hers, chest-to-chest, she knew she would never get enough.
Somehow he managed to get his pants down far enough to free himself. He fumbled a condom from his pocket, dropping it on the floor. Before he could reach for it, Marissa had it in her hand. She ripped the package open while her mouth found its way back to his. The first touch of her heated fingers on his shaft had him pulling away to watch. His breath was frozen, as she rolled the thin latex onto the hard length of him.
Nate continued to watch, as she scooted closer and lined their bodies up. Her hand held him firmly at the base, his blood pounding in her grip. One little movement of her hips and his head parted her lips. Her heat made him swallow hard and clench his jaw.
Another small movement and she welcomed him inside. Her head was down, watching just as he was. She was holding her breath, the same way he was, as well.
He tried waiting and letting the moment play out, but it was useless. He pressed forward until his hips were flush with hers. He let the air he’d been holding out in a rush. Running his hands up Marissa’s body, Nate gripped her behind the neck and waited for her to meet his gaze.
Marissa raised her eyes, but not her head. Looking up at him from under her lashes, she let him see the desperation she felt. “Don’t make me beg, Nate.”
Those low, whispered words shattered the last of his thin control. Pulling back as far as possible, Nate waited for her to look back down before plunging back in and letting his hips slam into her. Gripping her shoulders hard, Nate sought out her mouth as he rode that edge, needing to go faster, yet wanting it to last forever.
Her nails raked a layer of skin from his biceps, and a growl rolled up from his chest. He could feel her smile against his lips before she nipped the lower one with her teeth.
He wanted more. Scooting back, Nate pulled her down to the floor, loving how her legs automatically came up to lock around his hips. She was quickly meeting him thrust for thrust, reaching up to twist his hair around her fingers to pull him closer. Her mouth was at his ear, as she whispered, “Please.”
Burying his face in the soft skin of her neck, Nate let his body take the lead. The sound of her soft gasps urged him on—faster and faster. When that first deep clench of her body gripped him tight, he knew there was no stopping. His strokes became more erratic. Raising his head, he watched her as she came, her mouth forming his name over and over again.
One last stroke then buried deep inside her. At last, he let himself go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Come home with
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