Chapter 30
His hand cups me entirely. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You were telling the truth.”
I stand on my tiptoes and put my mouth to his ear. “I would never lie to you.”
He curses again, and his fingers move, stroking through my folds. He presses his thumb to my clit, and a pulse of pleasure spreads through my limbs.
“You know,” he says, mouth ghosting over the shell of my ear and his hand on my pussy, “we haven’t had sex, yet.”
My breaths are fast and shallow. “I know.”
“If you’re pulling stuff like this... does that mean you want to? Because touching you like this…” he runs a long finger along my slit, stopping at my clit, “and learning just how sweet you can be…” his fingers start to circle, “has made me wonder what you’d feel like around my cock.”
“Oh,” I breathe. My hands grip Nate’s shoulders tightly. Over his shoulder, I see the washroom door. Still shut and locked. Keeping everyone else out. The idea of that closed door makes my heart beat so hard, I hear it thundering behind my ribs. “Maybe you should… try it. Let’s check off number… thirteen.”
Sleep with someone who is wrong for me.
But everything I’ve done with him feels so right.
“Try it,” he mutters. “There’ll be no trying, Harp. Once we have sex…” His fingers leave my clit. Move downward, stroking, and then he pushes two inside me. My eyes flutter closed at the sweet sensation.
“Yes?” I whisper.
He curls them. “Us sleeping together won’t be a one-time thing. You know that, right? Once I know just how good you feel around me, the way you’re squeezing my fingers right now, I’ll need you over and over again. And we live together, baby. So that’ll be often. Every day. Every fucking day.”
I’ve never been so turned on before as I feel when I’m with him. At the movie premiere. In the back of his car. On the hard-tiled floor of his shower.
It’s like my body surrenders completely to him. Every impulse, craving, everything I’m feeling… My brain completely shuts off. And I’m simply in the moment.
“Can you handle that, Harper?” he asks. His voice is in my ear, his cheek against mine. I breathe in deeply, and it’s only him—the man and cologne and soap. “Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm…”
“Sounds hard,” I breathe.
“I will be, that’s for sure,” he mutters. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”
My voice is faint. “Then have me.”
“Not here,” he says and curses again. His fingers are still inside me, deliciously thick yet still not thick enough, stroking slowly. “The first time I fuck you, I want to be able to see you. Completely.”
“Then take me back to the hotel.”
He kisses me for a hot second and then pulls his fingers out. The sudden loss makes the air catch in my lungs.
“I wish I had the toy for you,” he mutters. Then, without breaking our locked stare, he puts the two fingers he just withdrew into his mouth.
“Oh,” I breathe.
“I’m an addict.” He grabs my hand, and his voice is rough. “Let’s make our excuses and leave. I need you.”
We make it to the door before he suddenly stops. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
He closes his eyes and swallows, hard. I see his Adam’s apple bob with the force of it. “Jesus,” he grunts and pulls the door open.
Thierry and Janos are still at the table. They’re engrossed in a conversation and give us wide smiles when we return.
“Harper!” Janos says. “We ordered the tiramisu for you.”
Shit.
I open my mouth to say thank you, but Nate beats me to it. “I’m afraid we have to leave. But we appreciate the gesture, gentlemen.”
Janos glances between us with another wide grin. “I understand. You really do make a beautiful couple.”
“Better than you deserve,” Thierry says to Nate and reaches over to shake his hand.
A blush creeps up my cheeks. It’s his right hand. Same hand…
Nate shakes Thierry’s firmly. “I know, but I’m not planning on letting her go.”
“You’d be crazy to,” the Frenchman says. He kisses my cheek, and then we’re off, out into the warm Parisian evening air.
We barely make it into the hotel elevator before Nate kisses me. The cab is small and it moves slowly with creaking sounds toward the seventh floor.
Once inside our suite, the door shuts behind us with a sharp, determined click.
Leaving us alone in the luxurious, quiet space.
Looking at each other.
Nate’s eyes… I haven’t seen such intensity in them before. I’m not sure he can’t look away. There’s a glimpse of something tightly leashed in his gaze, threatening to escape at the slightest crack in his control.
I walk to the minibar. “Champagne?”
He nods, just a single dip of his chin. “Yes. Let’s.”
My hands tremble slightly as I uncork the chilled bottle. Pour us both a flute and turn to see him undoing his cufflinks. Folding up the sleeves of his shirt.
Outside the window, the Eiffel Tower is putting on another late-night light display.
I’m nervous.
Warm. Anxious. Excited.
He’s Nate. My friend, Nate. And everything we’ve done together… things that I’ve never experienced before, none of them were this. Sex. Until now, we were just having “fun.” Friends helping friends.
He walks closer, his eyes on mine. Accepts the glass of champagne. We both watch each other take a sip.
The bubbles are silk down my throat.
“Do you think the dinner went well? Businesswise?”
“Yes.” He raises an eyebrow, and his gaze drops down. “I think you impressed. In that shirt… and that damned skirt.”
“It was a risk.”
“I like risks,” he says. “And I spent the entire dinner wondering what would happen if I slipped my hand under your hemline.”
My throat feels tight. “That was the point.”
“Remember when you dropped your bath towel?” he rasps and steps closer. So close that our bodies are separated by a mere inch. “Outside your room?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “You promised to forget what you saw.”
He bends his head, and I rise on my tiptoes, needing his lips. But he skirts past them. Trails his mouth toward my ear instead. “I’ve broken that promise every day since.”
I sway against him, craving more… and then, I reel back as cold liquid splashes over the skin of my chest. It drips into my cleavage, beneath my silk dress shirt.
I forgot the glass of champagne in my hand.
“Shoot,” I murmur.
Nate is staring at my chest, like the droplets sliding over my skin are the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
“Here,” he says and takes the now-empty flute from me. He sets it aside along with his own, then finds a button on my blouse.
He undoes it, and then another, widens the gap between the two pieces of fabric… and leans to kiss my neck. My collarbone. The swells of my breasts. His warm lips chase away the chills the cold champagne had elicited.
“Oh,” I breathe again, but it’s softer now. Nate kisses the exposed valley down my sternum, right at the edge of the silk… held together by only one measly button now.
He unfastens that, too.
Tepid hands spread the fabric aside.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You were telling the truth. No bra.”
“It wouldn’t have worked with the look,” I whisper.
His hands are tight around my hips, his eyes roaming my naked flesh. My suddenly aching tits and my nipples. They hardened in response to the cold liquid.
“So beautiful,” he rasps and leans down, kissing one of my breasts. His tongue is hot against my skin, and I slide a hand into his hair. He’s licking the champagne off me. Kissing it away.
His mouth closes around my right nipple, and when he sucks hard, my knees threaten to give out. Oh. My fingers tighten around the silky strands of his hair.
I’m barely hanging on, but then he uses his teeth to lightly bite… and I…
I didn’t know it could feel like that. Had always loved having my breasts played with, but no one had ever used their teeth.
Nate groans, his mouth feathering over my chest to the other nipple. The first isn’t left alone, though, and his hand closes over my breast. He can fit all of it neatly in his palm.
“Harper,” he whispers, his lips capturing my nipple.
He’s already sinking. I buckle under a myriad of sensations, and we sail gracefully to our knees on the plush hotel carpet. Falling back, I pull him over me, and his mouth never stops working—kissing, nibbling, and then moving down my ribcage.
He pulls up my skirt in one swift movement and spreads my thighs with the next. I barely have time to catch my breath before I lose it again.
His mouth is on my clit.
The ceiling above us is beautiful. Carefully stuccoed and adorned. Gilded. There’s a chandelier by the entryway, and all of it blurs in my vision.
He is so good at this.
He learned so quickly what I like, and he does just that, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my pussy. Finding my clit and teasing it with his tongue, over and over again, with a steady pressure that sends my arousal sky-high.
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
It’s everything.
“Right there.” I slide my hand over his head, raking through his tresses. “Yes… I can’t…”
His left hand moves my thigh up and away, his right slides down to my entrance. Pushing a finger inside of me at the same time he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks.
I explode.
And I can’t even think about being quiet, about swallowing my moans, because I can’t think at all. Lying on this hotel floor with Nate between my legs and his mouth moving like he wants to make this his full-time job.
I’m left shaky and hungry, and his mouth is still there, his tongue still teasing in half circles around my clit, his finger caressing within me, and I need him.
“Nate,” I say and reach down. I want him fully on top of me, inside me, but he won’t budge. He’s still locked between my thighs, his mouth moving over sensitive skin.
“Nate,”I insist. “I want you inside me.”
“Not until you come one more time.”
“No, now.” I’m panting with the effort to pull on his shoulders, but I make no progress at all. Then, he slowly swipes his flat tongue over my clit, and I fall back onto the luxurious thick carpet. “Damn it,” I say to the ceiling. “Why is it so hard for you to take your own pleasure?”
The tongue against me falters. “What do you mean?”
“It’s always about me.” I rise up on my elbows and look down at him, nestled between my thighs. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. His eyes dark and fiery, his hands spreading me wide. “I want you to come hard, too. I loved making you climax in your bathroom.”
“Because I need to control myself,” he says with nearly black eyes locked on mine. His large hands tighten on my thighs. “Harper, I’ve thought about the different ways I’d like to have you for a very long time, and I don’t plan on rushing things.”
My eyebrows rise. “You have?”
“Yes,” he utters roughly. “You think I don’t want to fuck you hard on this floor? Bend you over that sofa, or press you up against the shower wall?”
I can’t breathe. Can’t speak.
He brushes his fingers over my pussy, stopping to sink one deep inside. “I told you. I’ll be insatiable once we start.”
“I’m okay with that,” I whisper.
Words are difficult right now.
His mouth tips into the crooked smile I love the most. “Remember that you said that.”
“I will. Nate, I want you to let loose.”
He rests his forehead against my hip. His hot breath sends shivers over my skin. His shoulders are tense.
One second. Two…
And then, he looks up at me with an intensity that makes my insides clench. “You’re on birth control,” he says. “And I never had sex without a condom. I’m clean.”
“You haven’t?” I breathe out.
He shakes his head again. “I’m going to come inside you tonight. As many times as I can. If that’s not okay, tell?—”
“That’s okay,” I say quickly. “Yes. Please.”
Another one of those crooked smiles, and he pushes up on his knees. Sitting there between my spread thighs with his hair mussed and his white shirt half-undone. “Please,” he repeats. “I think I like it when you say that.”
I slip off my blouse and let it drop to the floor beneath me. “Please.”
His eyes flare, and roam over my body. Spread out before him, and I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness. The dimness in the room and the reverence in his eyes make that impossible.
He undoes the remaining buttons of his shirt and shrugs out of it. “We’ll make it to the bed later,” he assures and grips his belt. I watch him unfasten it while his chest heaves. While he pulls his zipper down and pushes his pants down.
His cock springs free. It looks red, the crown nearly purple and weeping. It seems like another of those painful, aching erections.
Nate grabs my thighs and pulls me closer. I’m still wearing my short skirt, now just a belt around my waist.
He grips himself and runs the head of his cock along my folds. We both watch the movement, and I shudder when he brushes against my clit.
“Harper.” He fits the flared tip to my entrance. His voice is pained, and it comes out like a groan. “You’ll be mine after tonight.”
And then, he pushes in.
The sudden fullness makes my breathing hitch. He wedges deeper, inch after inch stretching me in the most delicious of ways. Sinking all the way to the hilt, he stills, his hands gripping my thighs.
Nate’s eyes are closed, and a sharp color spreads across his cheekbones. He’s kneeling between my thighs like he’s praying.
Like he’s worshiping.
I make a small mewling sound. Move, I think. I need you to move.
His eyes open, and then he does. He rolls his hips in a slow, punishing rhythm, and the angle makes my breaths shallow and rapid. It’s like he’s pushing against that spot inside with every thrust.
His thumb finds my clit and presses down, applying constant pressure.
All I can do is pant and hold on, my hands scrambling across the plush carpet for some kind of grip. And all the while, his eyes are fused on me. On my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my eyes, my lips, and where he’s entering me.
I feel drunk on his gaze.
The rocking of hips increases, and there’s a sheen on his forehead. That’s when I realize that he’s still holding back.
Still trying to control the uncontrollable.
“Nate,” I whisper and reach up to grip my breasts, arching my back. I’ve never done this before, never been so eager to put on a show, but it feels fun. Freeing, intuitive, and I’m not thinking. Just being.
Nate’s movements stutter. It only takes a moment and then he’s on top of me. His arms braced beside my head and his hips moving fast and hard, unbridled, with no careful planning.
He really does fuck me into the floor.
I wrap my leg around him, and his pistoning stutters once more, becoming jagged. His eyes close and his face tightens. The sharp thrusts mean he hits my clit, and I come again, completely surprised by this orgasm. My gasp turns into a moan and my hands into claws on his shoulders.
Nate roars, and then he’s coming, too. He groans with every pulse of his cock, with every snap of his hips, and when it’s over, he collapses on top of me.
He’s heavy, and the feeling is delicious, being anchored down to the earth. I wrap both of my legs around him and tighten my arms.
“Good,” he finally mutters, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Raising himself up on an elbow. “You weren’t the least bit quiet.”
A flush spreads over my face. “Oh. Sorry.”
He shakes his head, and the crooked smile is back. Inside of me, I already feel him growing hard again. “Never apologize for that. I want to make you scream louder next time,” he says. “Let’s scandalize Paris, Harp.”