Chapter 4
Four
Nathan studied her for an endless moment, during which she wondered if he was going to say no, and then he lowered his face to hers for a soft, gentle, mind-altering kiss.
All the power he had shown her earlier was gone, replaced by sweet seduction that took their chemistry from simmer straight to boil.
While he went slow, Georgie redoubled her efforts to get rid of his shirt, desperate to get her hands on the chest that had dominated her fantasies for weeks. With her lips still fused with his, she couldn’t decide what part of him to touch first.
An opportunity like this was not to be rushed, nor should it compete with the sensations coursing through her from kisses that made her feel cherished as much as desired.
That would be something to ponder tomorrow when this sure-to-be-incredible night was just a memory of a one-time lapse in judgment.
With her hands cupping his pectorals, she urged him onto his back.
Tearing his lips free, he resisted for a second. But the urgency he saw on her face must have swayed him because, with a great sigh of frustration, he did as she asked.
“Take this off,” she said, tugging at his shirt.
He sat halfway up and slid the shirt off his broad shoulders.
She licked her lips with anticipation.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue move over her lips. “Georgie,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.
Leaning forward to nuzzle the golden chest hair that had played such a big part in her fantasies, she said, “Hmm?”
A tremble rippled through him, and a wave of desire shot straight to her core when she realized the effect she was having on him.
The light shining into the room from the hallway made it possible for her to see the growing bulge in his pants.
Forcing herself to focus on his chest when all she wanted was to get rid of his pants so she could see the rest of him, she grazed her tongue over his nipple.
He sucked in a sharp deep breath and buried his hands in her hair. “Georgie, please. Come up here.”
“In a minute.” Her inhibitions faded away in a red haze of desire that was all new to her.
The overwhelming need made it easy to forget that she had only just met him, that she was having first-date sex, that tomorrow she would be back to reality and most likely horrified by her behavior. None of that mattered now.
With her lips and fingers, she explored every ridge of hard muscle and each patch of soft hair while soaking in his masculine scent—a combination of soap, sporty deodorant, and spicy cologne.
When she reached the waistband of his pants, she tugged on the button and unzipped him slowly, going for maximum effect.
Where this temptress had come from, she couldn’t have said.
All she knew was she loved the hissing sound he expelled when she ran her hand over his throbbing length—his impressive throbbing length.
“Georgie, sweetheart, come on.” He sounded as if he were speaking through gritted teeth.
Georgie was too busy freeing him from his clothes to venture a glance to see if that was the case.
She closed her hand around him and stroked him gently, afraid to hurt him because he was so hard.
“What do you like?” she asked in her best sex-siren voice, delighted by this new, unexpected side of herself.
She had never been so bold or brazen with a man and had to wonder why not. It sure was fun.
“I don’t hate that,” he said in a choked whisper, his head turned to one side, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his jaw tight with tension.
“How about this?” she asked as she slid her lips and tongue over the head of his penis.
He clutched a handful of her hair. “Yeah,” he gasped, his eyes now open and focused on her. “That’s good, too.”
Georgie dipped her head and went back for more. Using her hand, tongue, and lips, she worked him into a frenzy.
“Georgie,” he groaned. “That’s enough. Stop.”
But she didn’t want to. She wanted to do something she had never done before, something she had never allowed before.
If she was stepping outside herself for one glorious night, why not go all the way?
So when he begged her again to stop, when he warned her it was the last chance, she continued on, determined to take him over the edge.
It didn’t take long.
Georgie stayed with him for every second of his almost violent release, thrilled to know she had driven him to it.
“God,” he whispered as she kissed a path to his stomach and chest. Still breathing hard, he gathered her into his arms and held her tight against him. “What did I do to deserve that?”
She shrugged. “Just felt like it,” she said as if it was something she did all the time. He didn’t need to know it was one of several firsts for her on a night when anything seemed possible.
“Lucky me. Maybe it was the calamari. I’ll have to make sure I feed you that next time, too.”
Next time, she thought with a sigh, knowing there wouldn’t be one. Like Cinderella at midnight, the morning would transport her back to where she belonged.
“Why the deep sigh?” he asked.
“No reason.”
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You’re wondering when you’re going to get your fair share, aren’t you?”
His smile was so sexy and almost cocky that Georgie had to resist the urge to drool. “The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Is that so?” He slid a hand under her skirt and, in one swift move, had her dress up and over her head before she had time to determine his intentions.
“Oh,” she said, acutely aware of her mismatched underwear and wishing she had taken Cat’s advice to plan for this possibility.
“Mmm.” He left a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses along the top of her panties. “Purple polka dots. Very sexy.”
Saying a silent thank-you to Doug for dragging her to the gym every night after work and insisting on no fewer than two hundred crunches, Georgie took a deep breath as Nathan’s lips traveled over her firm belly. “It doesn’t match,” she managed to say.
He looked up at her. “What doesn’t?”
“Underwear.”
“And was that intentional?”
“I’d hoped it would be an insurance policy to keep me from doing exactly what I seem to be on the verge of doing right now.”
He laughed softly against her belly. “Let me say, for the record, I couldn’t care less if your bra matches your panties, because you won’t be wearing either of them for much longer.”
His words, coupled with the movement of his lips over her fevered skin, had her writhing under him, clinging to him, on the verge of begging him. Through her bra, he closed his lips around a protruding nipple and tore a moan from deep inside her. “Nathan,” she pleaded.
“My friends call me Nate, and I’d like to think we’re friends.” As he spoke, he continued to nip and suck and tease.
“I like Nathan better.” Somehow she managed to speak despite what he was doing to her breasts.
“Sweetheart, you can call me anything you want,” he said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, “as long as you call me.”
His comment penetrated the aura of fantasy she had surrounded herself with, reminding her that he was a real man with real feelings, not the larger-than-life character she had made him out to be.
If he was expecting more than this one night, they had a problem.
That she had the potential to hurt him struck her hard.
Placing her hands over his on her breasts, she said, “Nathan, wait.”
He nudged their hands out of the way so he could get at her nipple with his lips. “What?”
“I don’t want you to think . . .”
With a hard tug, he drew her deep into his mouth, rendering her speechless. Swirling his tongue over her nipple, he said, “Think what?”
“That this is more than tonight,” she forced herself to say, knowing it had to be said. With her hands on his face, she forced him to look at her. “I’m dealing with a lot of complications right now. I can’t handle another one. I don’t want to hurt you or lead you on.”
His jaw shifted slightly, which was the only indication he gave that he was wrestling with what she had said. “If that’s how you want it.”
“It is,” she said, even though she ached as she said the words.
Shrugging, he returned his attention to her breast. “Then I’ll just have to change your mind.”
“Nathan—”
“Shh. I’ve been warned.”
Unable to muster another ounce of protest, she fell back against the pillow and gave herself over to him as he used everything in his arsenal to bring her more pleasure than she could have imagined possible.
His broad shoulders forced her legs apart as he pressed his lips to her belly and then tugged at her panties with his teeth.
Georgie moaned and lifted her hips to help him get rid of them. His hands coasted over her legs, pushing them apart again, and coming to rest on her inner thighs. When he leaned in to nibble that sensitive skin, she cried out. He took advantage of her being distracted to sink his tongue into her.
“Oh my God.” She sighed. “God.” Since he already had her hovering on the brink, it took only a few concentrated strokes of his tongue to send her flying.
Clutching his shoulders, she held on for the most intense release she had ever experienced.
She’d had no idea it could be like this, and even as she was in the midst of it, she had the presence of mind to wonder if she would really be able to walk away from him in the morning.
Before she could catch her breath, he brought his lips down on hers for a searing, sensual kiss that ensured he still had her full attention. “Let me get a condom,” he whispered.
“I’m on the pill.”
Shaking his head, he said, “As tempting as that is, condoms are nonnegotiable with me.”
She let him up and watched him as he went into the bathroom.
He was back a minute later and pulled the sheet up and over them.