Ten minutes later, Nate is standing in my doorway, and all the breath leaves my lungs when I take in the heat in his eyes.
“Why, again, am I brilliant?”
I pat my bed, and he sits on it. “A back door is what I need to design for my theorem.” I spend a few minutes explaining it. Even though he has no idea what I’m talking about, I love how he tries and listens intently. Not wanting to waste more time on work, and needing this man naked, I pull out a deck of cards.
“Strip poker?” I ask.
“I thought you said you weren’t interested in my clothes.”
“That was then, this is now, and right now I’m interested in removing them from your body.”
“It was the eight and some inches comment, wasn’t it?” he says playfully, and I laugh.
“For every piece of clothing you lose, I will pay you ten dollars.”
“Huh? I don’t get it. If I’m losing clothes, that means you’re winning. Shouldn’t I be paying you?”
“Nate, come on. I know you bought the coat for me, and I just want to pay you back.”
“I’m not interested in your money. It’s your body I’m after.”
He kisses my neck, his warm breath sending shivers through me, making it hard to remember my goal.
“I’m interested in this,” he says, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive hollow of my neck. “And I’m interested in this, too,” he murmurs, his voice deeper, as his fingers go to the buttons on my blouse. He opens it quickly, and it wisps over my skin as it slides from my body. A moan catches, and a new intensity comes over him as he admires my black lace bra. He tugs the cups down. “I’m definitely interested in these.” He takes one bud into his mouth and sucks until I feel the pull in my core.
“Nate…” I begin but can no longer remember what it was I had planned for the night. Whatever it was, it can wait, because this, what this man is doing to me with his mouth and tongue, cannot and should not be interrupted.
A little nudge on my shoulder has me falling back onto my pillow. Deft fingers open my jeans. He peels them down my legs, leaving my black panties in place. I can’t seem to take my eyes off his face as his gaze rakes over me, a slow, leisurely caress that made me feel self-conscious the first time he did it, but now makes me feel adored.
“Something else catch your interest?” I tease.
He growls. “Oh yeah.” He tugs my panties to the side and exposes my damp, needy sex. He rubs his finger along my slit, widening me, then with a feather-light touch, brushes his thumb over my cleft.
My hips come off the bed. “So good,” I murmur.
“So wet,” he says, and the gleam in his eye tells how much that pleases him. He pushes a finger into me, and my body quakes, but it’s not enough. I want him inside me.
“About those inches,” I murmur.
“Such a greedy girl.”
“You make me this way.”
“I like that Kira. I like…” His words fall off, and his mouth finds mine. I have no idea what he was going to say, but I’m not about to break this deep intimate kiss to find out. Our tongues tangle, and I tug at his clothes. He slides off me, undresses in record time, and steps up to me. I take his length in my hand, admire it as I rub it a few times, and his head rolls back. I love how I can make him feel.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs. I tug a few more times, and he backs up, grabs a condom from his pocket, and sheaths himself. I watch, mesmerized as he rolls on the latex and climbs over me. Taking me by surprise, he rolls so I’m on top of him. He taps my legs. “Lift,” he murmurs. The raw need in his voice skyrockets my need for him.