Chapter 19
NATALIE
His hair was wet and the scruff on his jaw was dark and prominent. It was my first real look at him. He looked almost vulnerable with nothing but the towel around his waist. I put my hand on his chest and felt the steady thrumming of his heart beating.
“I didn’t hear you get up,” I said.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he replied. “I sleep better after a shower.”
“Were you struggling to sleep?” I asked with concern.
I knew he was having difficulties getting good sleep. I wanted to believe it was the lack of a decent bed, but in the back of my mind I suspected it might have something to do with his time in the service.
“I’m fine,” he assured me. “It’s really early. We’ve only slept a couple of hours. Go back to sleep.”
I smiled and traced my fingertip around the small smattering of hair on his chest. It trailed down his flat stomach. Just the thought of following that happy trail had me wide awake and ready for him.
“I’m sober,” I told him.
“Are you?” he asked.
I slowly said. “I am. Give me three minutes.”
I got up from the mattress and found my purse in the living room.
In anticipation this could be an option, I had packed my little travel toothbrush and toothpaste.
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I caught a glimpse of my smeared eye makeup and winced.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and did what I could to fix my hair.
It wasn’t exactly the way I pictured I would look when we had sex for the first time, but it was what it was.
And I was going to ride that man. He looked too damn good not to.
I walked back into the bedroom, grateful for the blackout curtains on the window that kept most of the rising sun out of the room.
He was in the exact spot I left him with one arm over his face.
I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep. I took a moment to admire the man’s glorious body.
His legs were stretched out on the floor with his butt and torso on the bed.
He was all hard muscle and sexy as hell.
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the floor before quickly stepping out of my jeans. I was just going to crawl in and do my best not to disturb him. If this was how he slept, so be it. I would be ready when he woke up.
He jerked when I crawled onto the bed. “Shit,” he said and rubbed his eyes.
“No, go to sleep,” I said. “Get up here so you’re comfortable.”
“Are you naked?” he asked.
I laughed. “Not quite.”
“You should be naked,” he said. He lifted his hips and tugged off the towel. A moment ago, I was thankful for the curtains. Now, I was cursing them for getting in the way of my view of him.
“You’re tired,” I insisted.
He was already climbing in next to me with a hand covering my breast. “I’m not that tired. I’ve waited as long as I can.”
He slid his hand under me and unhooked my bra.
In a flash, it was sailing through the air and his mouth was buried between my cleavage.
He ravished one breast than the other. His tongue lapped at my nipple while his hand slipped between my legs.
I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My hand rubbed at his shoulder and then down his bicep before sliding into his short hair and pulling him closer against my breast.
“God I’ve been dying to have you,” he groaned.
“Me too,” I answered.
He pushed my panties down and rose to his knees.
His hands rubbed over my body before pushing my knees open.
He crawled over me. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me with such passion and wanting, it took my breath away.
To be so desired by a man like him turned me inside out.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down against me.
I wanted to feel his weight on me. I wanted him to smother me with every inch of his body.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Wait.”
I was going to scream. “You cannot do this to me again.”
“I’m going to do all kinds of things,” he said with a chuckle. “Relax, you little nymphomaniac. I had no idea you were such a greedy woman.”
“I want you,” I groaned. I reached for his cock and squeezed. “Don’t you want me?”
“I do,” he said and rolled away. He hung off the side of the bed and rifled through the bag I’d seen on the floor. He rolled to his back and held up a condom. “Just need to slip this on.”
I propped my head up on my hand and watched him roll the condom down the very large erection straining upward.
I wasn’t exactly an experienced woman. Would he even fit inside me?
It was impossible not to compare him to the few men I had been with.
The conclusion was he was definitely larger than all of them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“What?”
“You’re scowling,” he said and reached a hand up to cup my cheek. “Did you change your mind? No pressure at all. We can just go back to sleep.”
I smiled and slowly shook my head. “Not a chance. I was just doing a little figuring.”
“Figuring?” he questioned. “I’m lying here naked and ready to pound nails through steel and you’re doing math? Talk about making a man feel important.”
I leaned down to kiss him. “Not that kind of math,” I answered. My mouth slid over his scruffy jaw. “I was just wondering if Slot A could handle Unit B.”
He chuckled and ran a hand up my bare back. “Trust me, I will make sure Slot A can handle every inch of Unit B.”
He pushed me off him, knocking me flat on my back.
He reached behind my knee and jerked my leg up before doing the same with the other.
I was completely exposed to him. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked in a sharp breath while tugging the sensitive flesh between his teeth.
I cried out just as his finger plunged inside me.
My legs involuntarily tried to close to stop the onslaught of pleasure.
“No,” he growled. He pinned one knee down with his own and went back to the teasing.
I writhed but kept my legs just where he wanted them. The first orgasm hit hard. I cried out and reached for something to hold on to. He was over me in a flash with the tip of his cock probing the area his fingers had just been.
“Ready?” he asked on a breath.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh God, please don’t wait. I need you.”
He pushed inside with my body only putting up the slightest resistance. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and threw his head back. “Fuck me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, that. Do that.”
He pushed in a little deeper, taking every inch painfully slow. When he was finally seated inside me, I couldn’t stop trembling. It had never felt so good. He was breathing hard. “Just a minute,” he said. “Hold on. I need a minute.”
I moaned and wiggled my hips to take him even deeper. He cursed under his breath. “Stop,” he ordered. “Don’t move.”
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I need it. I need you.”
I couldn’t put words to the need I felt. I had just climaxed, but my greedy pussy was demanding another. He thrust his hips once. And then again. I slapped at his back. One leg hooked around his thighs as I tried to pull him in deeper.
“Dammit, woman,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I want more,” I begged. “Hudson, please!”
He cursed again and reached under my thigh.
He grabbed my leg and pushed it up once again while thrusting hard.
Another strangled cry escaped my throat.
His body slapped against mine over and over.
I dug my nails into his back in another futile attempt to ground myself.
It felt like I was drifting away on a cloud of pure ecstasy. I needed to be anchored.
“I can’t hold back,” he said. “This pussy is too sweet. Why did I wait a week to have this?”
My eyes were squeezed closed. My head rolled back and forth while he continued to turn my body into a vessel of white-hot pleasure.
There was a snap inside, like a dam breaking.
I was certain my soul left my body that had gone stiff as an oak tree with an orgasm that left me blind.
All I saw was white. From somewhere far away, I heard him grunting and cursing through his own orgasm.
My body spasmed and quaked under his. I could barely catch my breath. He kissed the side of my neck over and over before his arms gave out and he sank against me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him in a vise against me.
“Holy shit,” he muttered against my ear after several long minutes. “You’re worse than any illicit drug out there. I’m hooked. One hit and I’m hooked. I’m addicted to your body.”
I smiled and smoothed his hair back. He carefully pulled away from me before rolling to his back and pulling me against him. “I think I might say the same about you,” I said.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
My eyes opened wide. “What? Why? Oh God, please don’t tell me you have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t. I shouldn’t have done that because I am seriously not going to be able to think of anything else except being inside that tight pussy.”
I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Stop. You’re just flattering me.”
“I wish,” he said. “It’s true. I’m already getting hard again. This could be the death of me. I’m not sure how much sex a man can have before it’s too much.”
“I hope a lot,” I said with a laugh.
I nuzzled the side of his neck with my hand rubbing across his chest. I threw a leg over his and pushed against him.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned. “You should come with a warning label.”
“Take a nap,” I said. “I’m going to be waking you up very soon and demanding more. You can’t give a girl the best sex of her life and think it only happens once.”
He turned his head and flashed me a grin. “Best sex, huh?”
“Stop, you know it was good.”
“I know it was mind-blowing,” he said. “I might actually be able to sleep for a couple hours. You depleted me. I need to recuperate.”
“You do that because I know what I’m having for breakfast.”