Chapter Nineteen
Nate didn’t let Luna finish her sentence.
He pulled her into his room, captured the back of her head with one hand, and enveloped her in his arms.
And the kiss he’d been wanting since they met was on his lips . . . on hers.
Luna was fire, her eyes wide until they rolled back and Nate molded every inch of her body in contact with his.
His mouth coaxed hers open with a moan. Long, indecent kisses had him questioning how any kiss before this compared.
Nate felt Luna’s hand in his hair, her nails digging in as her hips pushed into his.
He saw stars.
He’d been hard standing in front of her in the hall. Wanting so desperately to kiss her then. But he remembered her belief that meals out were a transaction, and he’d be damned if he fell into any of her “red flag” categories.
He pressed her back against the door and tilted his hips against her.
“Do that again,” she demanded.
The sweet torture of his cock pressing against the fabric of her jeans was exactly what he needed.
Luna gasped either from pleasure or in need of air, but Nate used that moment to move his lips to the side of her neck, the lobe of her ear. Her skin was sweet, scented by the night air.
“I needed this more than my next breath,” he whispered.
Luna ran a hand down his side and around to his ass and squeezed. “You left me in the hall.”
His cock strained against his jeans. He was gone, already lost in her touch. Nate whispered in her ear, “We’re crossing all the lines, Luna.”
“I don’t care,” she told him.
“And tomorrow?” he asked as he pulled back far enough to look deep into her soul.
Luna pressed one hand to the side of his face. “We do this again . . .”
Yes! He found her lips again, and the weight of her breast in his palm.
The touch of her fingers sliding into the waistline of his jeans drove home the fact that they had way too many clothes on.
Nate pulled her away from the door and deeper into the room.
Luna lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor; Nate did the same to hers.
Her bra was pink and soft against the swell of her breasts. He cupped them both through the thin material and kissed them one at a time.
Nate didn’t know if Luna pulled him down, or she simply fell and he was on top of her, but either way this beautiful woman he’d been craving was responding to every touch, every kiss in a bed that he called his.
Her leg slid up his and wrapped around his waist.
Nate freed his hands, kept his lips on hers, and reached for the zipper of her jeans. “Too many clothes.”
She adjusted her hips so he could slide them free of her body.
He left her pink panties on and took his time looking at her.
Luna opened her eyes and smiled. “Don’t stop now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he cooed.
With both hands, he lifted her farther up on the bed before trailing his lips down the tight planes of her stomach. His teeth grazed and nibbled all the way to the V of her legs.
He sucked in her scent as if it was the nectar of the gods.
He let his breath and the touch of his fingers coax her open. So warm . . . so inviting.
Nate brushed her panties aside to have his first taste.
I’ll find your spots, he mused. All of them.
He teased one side of her sex, moved the tiny cloth covering her to the side, and tasted the other.
He hadn’t touched what she wanted . . . not yet.
It was there, swelling, asking for his attention.
Luna dropped one hand from his head to her hip and pushed the panties down. “Off. Get these off.”
He smiled over her sex. “Demanding.”
“Nate.”
His name was a warning.
And that made him laugh as he nearly ripped the material from her body.
Pushing his own needs aside, Nate settled in for however long it took.
There was nothing shy about the beautiful woman in his arms, or the raw need of his touch.
He teased her again, one side, then the other.
Her hips shifted, and he ran the tip of his tongue exactly where she wanted it. She buckled, retreated, and returned for more.
He found the X, now he needed to find what made that X sing.
Where his mouth wasn’t, his fingers were.
Up and down . . . no, that wasn’t it.
Side to side . . . mmm, closer.
Fast? No, slow. He pulled that tiny seed between his teeth and Luna gasped, and her thighs tightened around his head.
He felt the heel of one of her feet dig into his back.
Nate smiled. “Hold on,” he whispered.
Luna started to say something, but it was lost on the gasp she made when he went in with purpose.
He found the spot and the rhythm and put it to memory.
Slowly her climax started to build. He felt it from the tension in her legs, the way her hands grasped between his shoulders and the back of his head.
It was as if she didn’t want to force him to stay, but she couldn’t help herself.
God, he loved that. Loved the way she responded, the surprise in the gasps that escaped her lips.
It was when those tiny noises stopped and all he heard was her breath suspended, hardly a breath at all, that he knew she was close.
His neck was starting to throb; his lips numb from the desire he was milking from her.
And fuck his cock was throbbing.
He didn’t change a thing.
Not.
One.
Thing.
The sweet sound of his name, a tidal wave from her throat, cried out. Her sex clenched the fingers he’d slid inside of her.
He just kept pulling at her, taking every single drop until she pushed him away. “Too much, oh, God.”
He relaxed the side of his head on her thigh and took a full breath.
Her body had gone limp, the smile on her face said it all.
Luna looked at him now, her smile matching his, and she crooked a finger, asking him to come to her.
He wiped some of the evidence of her orgasm away with the side of his hand and crawled up her body. Her bra had disappeared, but he didn’t remember taking it off.
“You still have your pants on,” she said.
“I didn’t want to assume,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes and pushed at his shoulders until she was staring down on him.
As Luna pulled his jeans from his body, Nate reached for his wallet and removed the protection he’d put in the day he learned she liked him in sweatpants.
Luna took the condom from his hands before he opened it and looked at his erection as if it were her last meal.
I’m in trouble, he mused as she lowered her mouth onto him.
It was his turn to call her name at the first touch.
So much trouble.
The cold sound of an alarm ripped Luna from the best sleep she’d had in days.
The unfamiliar weight of a person in her bed brought the memories of the night before flooding in.
Nate tightened one arm around her and reached for his phone with the other to turn off the alarm.
“Let’s stay here,” he said on a sigh.
“Okay,” she said, settling back in his arms.
“Really?” His voice was more awake.
She chuckled. “No. Get up, lazy. We have a plane to catch.”
Nate tilted her chin to look at him and kissed her as if that was the way she needed to wake up. “Good morning.”
“Mmmm.”
“I love that I put that smile on your face.”
She tried to frown. “Who said that was you? I was dreaming of Jason Momoa.”
He dropped his smile. “Jason who?”
“You know, Aquaman?”
Nate stayed silent.
“The Great Khal of the Dothraki?”
Nate pinched his eyebrows together. “You want a Great Khal?”
He flipped her on her back and was on top of her before she could blink.
“I’ll give you the Great Khal.”
She started laughing.
Nate pinned her hands to the bed and kissed her.
“We don’t have time for this,” she said, still laughing.
Nate lowered his forehead against hers.
She ran her thigh up along his.
“You don’t play fair,” he moaned.
“You knew that going in,” she said.
Luna pushed him away and crawled out of bed.
She wore one of his T-shirts and her panties, everything else was scattered all over his room.
Luna picked up her clothes but didn’t bother putting anything on. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” She paused. “Thirty. I need to pack.”
“Really? How is that possible for a woman?”
“You’ve seen me without makeup more than with it on.” She found her key and headed for the door.
“You’re going out there like that?”
Luna looked down at herself. “Do you want your shirt back?”
Nate stumbled out of bed and peeked out into the hall. “You’re crazy.”
Luna ducked under his arm, looked up and down the hall, and then stepped out of his room. “Thirty minutes.”
She felt the palm of Nate’s hand smack the back of her ass before she moved out of his reach.
There was something fun about being in a hotel hall half naked.
Luna took a long enough shower to wash away the aerobic activity of the night before.
She was lax . . . so damn comfortable and at ease it was as if she’d taken a weekend at a spa and not a week at work.
It had been a long-ass time since she’d had sex that good.
Or had she?
Had sex ever been that good?
She wanted to call Miley and settle into a sofa and give her all the details . . . but that would have to wait until she got home. Besides, it was too early to call anyone.
And what would Luna say? “I caved. I have the willpower of a child loose in a candy store with a hundred-dollar bill. I knocked on his door and practically demanded sex.”
When she’d drifted off to sleep once the two of them were too tired to go on, Luna had waited for regret to sink in.
It didn’t.
The vision of his ass outside of the gray sweatpants was even sweeter, and Luna wasn’t about to wish that image away.
The fierce need of pushing them both to climax contrasted the soft way he held her and kissed her when it was all over. The sweet things he said.
Luna shoved everything into her suitcase, double-checked the room to ensure she didn’t leave anything behind, and was standing outside Nate’s door when he emerged.
“Wow,” he said. “You really meant thirty minutes.”
“Punctuality is important.”
He gave her that look, the one that said whatever was going to come out of his mouth next would make her blush.
Nate looked her up and down. “So is timing.”