Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I should probably push him away and tell him this can’t be happening because spending more time with him will only hurt more when I have to leave, but the fact that he showed up without me asking has my heart swelling inside my chest.
So, instead of arguing, I place my head against his shoulder, inhaling his warm and sensual scent, and murmur, “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he says, tightening his hold on me. “And I wasn’t kidding when I said you look gorgeous. The way this dress accentuates your curves…” He glides his hands down to my ass and gives it a squeeze. “I’m tempted to find the closest restroom and fuck you against the wall.”
His words go straight to my lady parts as I imagine him doing just that, and I glance around the room, wondering if I can spot a restroom.
Instead of finding one though, my gaze lands on John and Phoebe sitting at the table. John is glaring daggers my way, and Phoebe is looking from John to me with hurt etched in her features.
“Ignore him,” Nate says. “He fucked up, and now, he’s regretting it.”
“But why?” I ask, confused. “He did this. He wanted her. He chose her.”
“Because”—Nate palms the side of my face, tilting it up so I’m looking at him—“you’re not the kind of woman men get over. Your smile, your laughter, your sexy body…everything about you is addictive. That asshole left and found a warm body to try to fill in your absence. But now that you’re here, he’s wishing he hadn’t fucked up.”
Nate leans in closer and presses an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of my neck. “He’s watching us,” he whispers as he trails kisses along my jawline. “Wishing he hadn’t done what he did.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Because that woman sitting next to him is nothing more than a cheap knockoff. She’ll never be you, and he knows that.”
Nate runs his tongue along my bottom lip and then the top, and I groan into his mouth, wanting more than he can give me on this dance floor.
“Let’s get out of here,” I murmur against his mouth.
Not needing to be told twice, Nate guides me off the dance floor and toward the doors. But instead of exiting, he veers to the right, straight for the restrooms.
He pulls me inside, locks the door, and then lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the counter.
Normally, I wouldn’t be down for a restroom fuck, but this one is luxurious, marble sinks and floor and walls. It smells like a mixture of cleanliness and baby powder, and the thought of fucking Nate in here while everyone is right outside the door has me squirming in my spot.
Nate doesn’t waste any time gripping the silky material and lifting it up to my hips, exposing my panties.
“Fuck, I should’ve brought you back to your room,” he mutters. “The things I want to do to you…”
He shakes his head as he reaches behind me, delves his fingers into my hair, and pulls me in for a hard kiss that warms my insides.
As his skilled mouth ravages mine, I have no doubt that I could kiss this man every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough.
The chemistry between us heats as I reach down and unbutton Nate’s pants, taking his dick out and stroking it while he pushes two fingers into me.
“Fuck me,” I groan, needing to feel him inside me.
There’s no reason for foreplay. We’re both turned on and ready.
Nate removes my panties, stuffs them into his pocket, and then grips my hips, pulling me to the edge. When he thrusts into me in one fluid movement, it stokes the flames that have been building between us, setting my body on fire.
Nate kisses me like he fucks me—deeply, passionately—like the world is about to end and this is the last time he’ll be able to be with me like this. And I guess, in a way, it is.
“Stay with me,” he growls into my mouth, as if he can hear my unspoken thoughts. “Reach between us and stroke your clit.”
I’ve never been with anyone so attuned to my feelings and desires, and it’s both a blessing and a curse because when I’m with him, I feel more seen and heard than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I doubt I’ll ever find anyone like Nate. He’s going to be the man I compare every guy against in the future. He’ll be the one I let get away.
I find my release first, and Nate deepens the kiss to muffle the scream that rips through me as I come undone. And then, at the last second, he pulls out and backs up, coming in his hand.
“Thank God you remembered,” I murmur through a pant, earning a laugh from Nate as he walks over to the sink next to me to wash his hands and clean himself up.