Chapter 35 #2
The shock his challenge presented was pale in comparison to the intense, choking level of arousal that hit me.
Fucker was deliberately trying to push my buttons, and I’d just fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Christ, I was the one who’d asked the question in the first place and immediately forgot my ulterior motive when he mentioned Paige.
But the way he stared at me now, eyes heavy and breathing quick… Shit. I was gone for him.
I only hesitated a moment—because of where we were—then made up my mind and reached up to thread my fingers into the back of his hair. I did it slowly, raking my nails against his scalp and drinking in the way his lashes fluttered at the sensation.
“Ash…” he breathed with an edge of desperation, already losing his arrogant defiance even before I flexed my fingers to grab a handful of his hair. It was shocking how much it’d grown in just the few weeks since he’d rescued me from Mallard. I could get a good grip now.
“Nate, baby…” I murmured, pushing him back a step to pin him against the island counter. “Stop talking before you kill the mood.”
A startled laugh escaped him, but I quickly silenced him by dragging his face to mine and claiming his lips like they were mine to own.
Fuck . He might have been onto something here because the feeling of power in being rough with him, despite the foot height difference, was intoxicating. Addictive.
His shirt was already off, but it took no time at all for mine to follow…along with his pants and my skirt. I’d never fully appreciated what it meant to climb a man like a tree until I did exactly that to Nate while clawing his shoulders so hard it had to hurt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, quickly grasping my ass with two hands and damn near impaling me on his thick cock with one smooth motion. Why that startled me so much, I couldn’t say. It was exactly what I’d been aiming for when I’d tossed my panties across the fucking room, but it still made me scream.
That scream, in turn, startled Nate enough that he knocked one of the wineglasses to the floor then proceeded to somehow slip over. However it happened, one minute we were upright and the next we were both on the floor in a tangle of naked limbs and Shiraz.
“What the fuck?” I asked, between bursts of laughter, wiping red wine off Nate’s forehead even as he rearranged me to straddle him and thrust back inside my throbbing cunt. “Oh my god…”
The moan that came from him as I started to move, rocking up and down as I found my balance, was downright filthy. My hands braced against his chest and my knees on the ground, I increased my speed and depth while he grasped my waist for dear life.
“Ash…holy hell…” His fingers flexed and his body shifted as he bent his knees, causing the whole angle and depth to change drastically. It gave me support to lean back, which in turn gave him access to slip his hand down my belly and thumb my clit.
The intensity of the sensations nearly made my balance fail again, and I saved myself by gripping his strong thighs at my back. If he walked away from this without looking like he’d gone five rounds with a feral cat, I hadn’t done my job.
“Shit,” he hissed when my nails bit into him, but it wasn’t a protest. Nope, quite the opposite, the pain made his breathing rougher and his thumb flick my clit faster than I’d realized possible without the help of a battery-operated friend.
Tossing my head back, I gave over to how freaking good it felt and rode Nate’s dick like he was my personal fuck toy.
It took no effort at all to find my climax, and the gasping moans that escaped me would make me fucking blush when I remembered later.
Still, I forced my legs to keep going, even as every muscle in my entire body threatened to give out.
“Fuck,” I moaned when it all became a little too much. “Nate…”
“Can I come?” he asked, gasping and flushed.
Fucking hell, that was going to take some getting used to. I nodded frantically, needing to swallow to find my voice. “Yes! Shit, yes…”
He responded by bucking his hips up beneath me, his back arching on the wine-stained floor as he released deep inside me. From my position sitting atop him, I had a full view of the way his muscles clenched and rippled with the full-body pleasure of climax. It was a good look on him.
When I reluctantly started to climb off, he caught my wrist to stop me.
“Careful,” he exclaimed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me to hold me still.
“There’s broken glass everywhere.” Then with a small grunt of effort, he stood up with me in his arms and carefully placed my butt on the countertop so I wouldn’t cut my feet.
It was only then that I surveyed the mess of the kitchen floor and realized it wasn’t just red wine staining the tiles. It was blood too.
“Nate!” I squeaked, grabbing his thick biceps and turning him around. When I saw the mess his back had become, I gasped so hard that I nearly threw up. “What?—”
“I’m fine,” he insisted with a short laugh. “It doesn’t even feel that bad.”
Bile burned my throat as I carefully extracted a large shard of glass from his shoulder and dropped it in the sink. “Okay. We need to clean this up, and then we need to talk about…all of this.”
He grunted like he’d rather roll in glass again, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. Especially when a few cuts looked a whole lot like they’d need stitches. Fucking hell, we really did need a safe word after all.