Heedless (The Hellbound Brotherhood #4) - Shannon McKenna Page 0,24
her nose, the hair he wanted straightened and always blonde, blonder, as blonde as possible. The body he’d wanted to enhance with implants and injections. A shot of Botox to fix that pesky little worried line between her eyebrows that he disliked.
Get the fuck out of my head, you murdering son of a bitch.
She didn’t want to think about Gil. He didn’t get one more second. This night was her gift to herself, and Gil did not get to touch it.
She stepped into the tub and used the shower head freshen up, trying to memorize that look on her face, and the incredible feelings that had caused it.
She would need to draw on that in the future. For courage. Her own face, unashamed, chin up, shoulders back. Strong and proud and pleasured.
Nate was stretched out on the bed, head propped on his elbow, those stunning dark eyes hot with anticipation. As she drew near, his cock thickened before her eyes.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said. “You blow my mind.”
She slammed a door on all her fears, like wedging shut an overstuffed closet, and accepted the compliment as it was given.
“Aw,” she said demurely. “That’s sweet. Thank you.”
She stretched out facing him, and they just smiled at each other, suddenly shy.
Then he reached out to stroke her, a slow, shoulder-to-hip caress. “I can’t believe that this is finally happening,” he confessed. “I’d given up hope.”
“I’m glad you gave it another go,” she admitted.
Nate looked relieved. “So it was good for you?”
She laughed out loud, surprised by the question. “I didn’t even know sex could be that good.”
His grin widened. “We’ve barely begun to find out how good it can be,” he said. “We have a whole universe of erotic pleasure to explore.”
That gave her a cold sinking feeling, thinking of that universe of unexplored pleasure that she would never know. She forced herself to smile, sliding her fingers into his chest hair. “So you have more tricks up your sleeve? Because I do, too.”
He stiffened, gasping with startled pleasure as she gripped his shaft and stroked it boldly. “Oh, man,” he groaned.
“Let me.” She wiggled closer, squeezing. She could feel his pulse in his stiff cock, the swift, rapid throb of his heart. “Let’s not waste more time.”
He rolled on top of her, and slid his big, solid body down the length of the mattress, kissing his way down. Slow, hot, languid kisses, over her breasts, her belly. Then he pushed her legs wide and settled between them again.
“I love all the shades of pink and red,” he said. “The secret, hidden bits. Like a flower. So fucking sexy.” He slid his finger tenderly inside her slick heat while he rolled the tip of his tongue luxuriously around her clit. She heard him ripping open another condom, taking the briefest moment to roll it on, and then he was at her again. Pleasure racked her with each skillful lash of his clever tongue, until there was nothing left but pleasure. Wave after wave of it, each one bigger than the one before.
Sweeping her away. Wiping her out. The orgasms just rolled over her, one after the other. She’d always thought there was something complicated and mysterious about relaxing enough to come to orgasm. Not with Nate.
When the paroxysm eased off, he was deep inside her, his torso bent over hers, his cock rocking, gliding. Her legs were splayed wide, folded high up.
“You’re good?” He waited patiently for her answer, but speech was complicated when you could barely breathe. “Good,” she gasped out. “Great.”
Nate let out a low, desperate sound, and started to move.
She was so silky soft from all his lavish licking. Every deep stroke made her feel softer, slicker. Boneless and yielding. She lifted herself, giving herself up to it completely. The pace was quickening now, both of them grasping the other. Moans and gasps. She lifted herself, arching to get closer as the huge power rose to a crest.
They exploded together, fused.
Afterward, Nate slipped out of her body, with a murmur of regret, and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. He was back moments later, pulling her into his arms and draping her leg over his own thigh. The room was cool, but Nate was so hot, and his embrace surrounded her. No need for a blanket. It felt wonderful.
She cuddled closer, her breasts against his chest—and felt his penis stiffen.