Chapter 21 #2
“Tell me you want this, and you won’t regret it.” He slid his hand under the jersey, cupping my breasts and bringing them together with his hands.
“Don’t make me beg.” I moaned while he played with my nipples.
His mouth curved into a slow smile, but there was nothing soft about it. “I would give up my entire fortune to hear you beg for me.”
He opened my legs, sliding his hands along my inner thighs.
Suddenly, I was aware of every breath. Every heartbeat. Every brush of his fingers.
He looked at me like I was something fragile and dangerous all at once, and it sent a wave of butterflies through my stomach.
“You are beautiful, Becca,” he said, pressing his lips to my neck with just enough pressure to drive me wild.
I dropped my head to the side, and my lids fluttered closed. I knew I should have said something back, but the heat radiating from his body was all I could focus on.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget this vision of you in nothing but my jersey,” he said, winding his hands through my hair. “It makes me want to get used to seeing my name on your back.”
The man was driving me crazy with his hands. I could only imagine how it would feel once he was inside me.
“I can’t tell you how many times I tried not to stare every time you walked into the press room, dressed in your tight little skirts.”
“I always thought you hated me.” I huffed out a quiet laugh.
He shook his head, his gaze much softer now. “Not even close. I was trying hard as hell not to want you.”
Then his mouth crashed down on mine. I had no idea it was possible to want someone this much. To feel such an overwhelming pull, making it hard to think straight.
Nate lifted my leg and hooked it around his back. My eyes were glued to his as he planted a kiss to my inner thigh. He brought his thumb to my opening, which was sensitive and throbbing for his touch.
“Look at you, wet and ready for me.” He slanted his head forward, flicking his tongue through my slit. “I planned on taking my time with you. Wanted to memorize every sound. Taste every inch of you. But I’m about to lose my goddamned mind. I don’t think I can.”
I whimpered as he licked his way around my insides like he had all the time in the world. My clit was throbbing as he pushed his fingers in and out. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he knew how much I liked it and wanted it better than I did.
“You need to stop making those noises, because you’re making me harder every time you do.”
All I could do was squirm and rock against his face. Every swipe was intentional, and the anticipation was killing me. His hands wandered everywhere. My stomach, my chest, my thighs. He wasn’t leaving anything untouched.
“Oh, God, Nate,” I called out his name as pleasure rolled through me. Nothing had ever felt so good. Ever! I reached out and gripped his hair, needing something to hold on to. He dove back in with his tongue, kissing and licking and inserting a finger. I was one second away from coming apart.
“You are practically melting on my tongue, Becca.” He held my body in place as white stars flooded the back of my eyes.
“Wow.” I fell back on the bed, wishing I could put into words how amazing that felt. Apparently, one word was all my brain was capable of at the moment.
Nate’s grip on me loosened as he eased up. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched or tasted anything more perfect in my life.”
Warmth spread through my chest. I wished I could say something, but I didn’t even know how to respond.
I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him, showing him how much his words meant to me, the only way I could.
He moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss like we had all the time in the world.
Neither one of us was in a hurry to stop.
He pushed my hair to the side. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m fine if you want to wait.”
“I’m sure.” I smiled up at him.
I sat up in bed, taking him in as he grabbed the condom off the nightstand and rolled it on.
Every nerve ending in my body throbbed with need.
“Are you ready?” he asked, bending down and sliding his tip up and down along my opening. If he needed verbal permission to cross that line, then I would give it to him.
I rocked my hips forward. “Yes.”
The head of his cock nudged at my entrance. He was maybe an inch in, and my body jolted in pleasure. Slowly, he began to rock himself deeper.
My nails glided down his arms with each thrust. I’ve imagined what this would feel like more times than I could count. So many nights I lay in bed wondering. This was so much better than anything I could have conjured up in my head.
Nate moved his hips at a frantic pace. Each thrust going deeper. He wasn’t going slow. He wasn’t being cautious, and I was completely okay with that. It had been too long for me. So, if he wanted to wreck me, I would let him.
Tears pricked behind my eyes as he filled me completely.
He kissed me deep and long, guiding himself in and out.
My legs trembled, and the pressure was so much that I tried to squeeze my legs, but Nate stopped me and increased his movements instead.
All it took was one final push, and I was coming undone again.
Holy hell, I thought, feeling my body shatter into a million pieces.
Nate didn’t stop. He didn’t slow; he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, proving the one I had a few minutes ago was simply a warm-up.
He shifted, hitting me at a whole new angle, and rocked his hips so hard I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I started to wonder if he was ever going to stop and I questioned if I even wanted him to. Then it hit him.
“Fuck, Becca.” He growled and threw his head back, following me over the edge. I wrapped my arms around him when he buried his face in my neck.
We both took our time, trying to get our breathing under control. He gave me one last kiss before rolling off me and collapsing onto the bed.
I sank into the pillow, needing a minute to catch my breath, because I wasn’t even sure what that was. Sex has never felt like that before, at least not for me.
Nate turned sideways, brushing my hair off my face. “You’re smiling.”
I cuddled into him. “Try not to let it go to your head.”
His ego was big enough. He didn’t need any more praise. Even though he totally deserved it after that performance.
His chuckle vibrated across the room. “You humble me.”
I wrapped my leg around his waist, wishing I could anchor myself to him. “Somebody has to, Champ.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Get some sleep, Press Girl.”
His arm stayed wrapped around me, holding me close like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I fell asleep with my face against his chest, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart. Tonight grounded me in a way I never knew I needed.