Heedless (The Hellbound Brotherhood #4) - Shannon McKenna Page 0,61

sure, though,” she told him. “It’s not because I don’t care. Got it?”

Nate nodded. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I get it. I’m being an asshole. I shouldn’t push you right now, when you’re all worked up. I’m sorry.”

Elisa put her hands over her face. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Stop being so fucking nice to me, okay? You must think I’m such a mental case.”

“I think you’re spectacular,” he said. “And when all of this is done, and that shithead is dead or rotting in jail, I’ll be right here. Waiting. Hoping.”

She looked up at him, laughing through her tears. “Goddamn it, Nate.”

Their gaze met, for one breathless moment—and they both moved at the same instant. Suddenly she was wrapped in a fierce, shaking embrace that flooded her with emotion. She looked up, fully intending to say something, but her lips found his.

Words vanished, forgotten. What the kiss had to say was infinitely more important. Infinitely more true and sweet and poignant. Raw. Real. So beautiful.

She felt the hot bulge of his penis against her belly and reached down, dragging the buttons of his jeans open. Still kissing him.

Nate rocked back. “Here?” he sounded startled. “Right now?”

She laughed, tugging on the buttons. “Now you decide to be coy?”

“I thought you wanted me to be more restrained!”

“It’s not my fault if you being restrained is so fucking crazy sexy,” she told him. “It’s unfair. It’s very confusing for me. Get these jeans down…right…now.”

She jerked his jeans and underwear down over his hips, freeing up that big, gorgeous cock, which bobbed high and proud, ready for anything. Thick and blunt and endlessly enthusiastic. She sank down onto her knees, gripping the taut base of his penis, and took him in her mouth.

Wow. She loved his taste. He barely fit, but the feel of him, the texture of his skin, the solidity of his hard cock in her mouth excited her beyond belief. She had just a brief, fleeting moment of feeling insecure about her technique, and then it burned away like steam, gone forever. Nate’s obvious, helpless response could not be faked. He loved everything she did. It was all fine with him.

That freed her, absolutely. She’d never felt so wild and wickedly seductive, going after those shuddering groans that vibrated through his body, drawing those pleading, incoherent words out of him. She knew what he was trying to say. Her body knew. She savored his hot, salty taste, the ropy veins, his throbbing pulse against her tongue as she pleasured him. The salty-sweet, slick drops of pre-come.

She leaned back to spread it tenderly around his glans with her fingertip, until it gleamed—and then licked it tenderly off again. Long, lapping strokes. Strong swirls of her tongue. Deep sucking pulls. Driving him deliciously out of his mind.

And herself, as well. She was clenching her thighs desperately around the hot throb of arousal. Getting deeper, sharper. Elisa grabbed his hands and tugged. Nate swiftly pulled her up, his eyes questioning.

“I want you,” she said shakily. “Right now.”

“Anytime,” he said. “Any way you want.”

She looked down at the black lace-up boots that Nate had bought for her the day before. Not happening. Too complicated. It would take too long to get those off. She tugged him over to the sink, and they stared at the mirror. She would never get enough of that sight. The look in his eyes. His big, stiff penis in his grip. Slowly stroking himself.

So damn hot. She could hardly breathe, she was so excited.

She hiked up the sweater, and jerked the leggings and underwear down to her ankles. “We’ll do it like this,” she said. “Don’t want to bother with the boots.”

Nate bent down to stroke his big hands slowly up over the skin of her hips. “You sure?” he asked. “Let me go down on you first. Seems only fair.”

“Save that for later,” she said, jerking her sweater up and off. “Don’t make me wait.” She met his eyes in the mirror after she pulled the sweater free and her hair tumbled back down, a wild, tousled mop over her shoulders and face. Her eyes were fierce as she unclasped her bra and flung it away.

She grabbed the edge of the sink and bent over, opening her legs as far as the hobbling garments at her ankles would allow. Arching her back.

They couldn’t look away from each other. She breathed fast and shallow, savoring the thick, heavy quality of the air between them. The breathless, trembling push and pull of