His mouth moves to my ear, and his heat trickles through me when he whispers, “Cupcakes. I knew it.” I have no idea what he’s going on about, and I’m not about to ask and interrupt all the delicious things he’s doing to me. Warm fingers slide down my spine, and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him, as he closes his door. A hot ball of need shoots through me at the sound of the lock clicking in place.
He walks me back to the bed, sets me on it, and pulls himself up to his full height. His gaze moves over me, and in turn, I examine him, take in the hungry look on his face, the ridges on his stomach, the grooves of his obliques, which guide my eyes down to his erection, fully visible through his boxers. Everything about him is decadent, and I’m certain I won the man lottery. I wet my mouth and reach for him with shaky hands. I’ve never been so eager to touch anyone.
“You’re too far.”
He steps up to me like a predator marking its prey, drops to his knees, wedging my legs open with his big body. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and my stomach flutters.
“And you’re overdressed.” His hand goes to the hem of my T-shirt, and I lift my arms as his touch ignites a shiver. He chuckles at my eagerness as he peels the shirt over my head. He goes back on his heels and scrubs his face as he takes in my half-naked body. I grow antsy under his long inspection, and, a little self-conscious, I begin to cover myself with my hands.
“These,” he says, as he takes my hands away and settles them at my sides. “are perfect.”
He bends forward, takes one hard nipple into his mouth. I moan against the delicate slide of his soft tongue as he licks gently. My thoughts scatter, my breathing changes, and my heart beats erratically against my ribs.
“That is so good.” I throw my head back, and my hair tumbles over my shoulders as anticipation builds inside me. He licks, nibbles, and sucks so hard that sweet pressure builds deep between my legs. I rake my fingers through his hair and hold him to me, but his lips soften against my flesh. My nipple chills in the cool air of his bedroom when he breaks the kiss, inching back. He shapes my breasts with his palms, warming me again—inside and out—and I arch into his touch.
Long lashes fall over intense eyes, and when they lift and I become his sole focus, I swallow a gasp. No one has ever looked at me like I was their lifeline in the storm.
“You’re so perfect, Kira.”
Appreciation mingles with want as his encouraging words swirls inside my belly. But it’s the warmth in his eyes that spears the last remnants of tension in my body.
“I’m going to need to spend a lot of time with these,” he whispers.
“I’d be okay with that.” I take his head, tugging until his mouth closes around my other nipple. He chuckles around my quivering nub, treating it to the same pleasure until I’m a trembling mess.
“Nate,” I moan and touch his body, wanting my mouth on him, but he seems to have other plans. He gives my shoulders a little nudge until I’m flat on my back, then he stands up. I go up on my elbows as he hovers over me. His hands grip his boxers, and he tugs them off. His cock springs free, and I practically salivate at the erotic sight before me.
He takes his cock into his hands, strokes firmly, and a half cry, half moan catches in my throat, and my mouth dries. With muscles born from a hard day’s work, the man is simply gorgeous, and everything about him consumes me, pushes back any coherent thought. Desire bombards me, takes full control of my body and brain, and my thighs clench with want, eager for the weight of his body.
He lets go of his cock, tucks his finger into the elastic band of my pajama bottoms, and with agonizing slowness, drags them down my legs. I suck in a fast