CHAPTER 20 #2
Slowly, his eyes on hers, he drew her arms over her head and pinned them there, the little tremor that ran through her proof that she could handle a little gentle domination—and might even enjoy it.
Just one of the many parts of her you’ll never get to explore, McBride.
He forced her onto her belly, then slid down the bed until his knees were on the floor and her feet were before him.
He kissed her toes, pressed his lips to her soles, nibbled his way over her slender ankles.
Then, pushing the nightgown up to her hips, he moved on to the silk of her newly shaved legs, kissing and nipping her firm calves, the sensitive skin at the back of her knees, her thighs.
He glanced up, saw that her arms were bent at the elbow and tucked in against her sides, her fingers clenching the sheets.
Just wait, angel.
With both hands, he pushed the nightgown up to her waist, the sweet, clean scent of her skin enticing him.
He cupped her bare ass, squeezed, his gaze taking everything in.
A man could see a lot from behind—the dimples just above her rounded buttocks, the dark cleft between her bare labia, her rosy inner lips just nudging out, begging him to taste her there. And he would.
But not yet.
Natalie shivered, undone by Zach’s sensual assault, his lips hot against her derriere, her skin unbelievably sensitive as he kissed, nibbled, nipped, and licked her bottom.
He bared her body as he went, his hands sliding over her skin, crumpling the soft silk.
Goose bumps rose on her skin, spreading as he worked his way up, kissing and tasting her lower back, the curves of her hips, her rib cage, the length of her spine, her nape, the whorls of her ears.
He drew the nightgown over her head, kissing her shoulders, her temples, her hair. Then she felt his fingers begin a long, slow glide back down her spine, finding their way between her buttocks to stroke her labia from behind.
A muscular leg encased in blue jeans nudged its way between her knees, forcing them apart. “I need room to work, angel.”
She felt his gaze on her there, heard him groan, and knew he was aroused by what he saw.
And that aroused her even more. He parted her, one hand caressing her bare bottom, the fingers of the other busy between her thighs, stroking her clitoris, playing with her inner lips, teasing her entrance until she was drenched and aching to be filled.
But he seemed to be in no hurry to take the ache away.
She bit the sheets, her lower back arching of its own accord, raising her bottom to give him better access, her body begging him to enter. And then, when she thought she could take it no more, he slid two fingers deep inside her, stroking her, driving her out of her mind.
“You’re so tight and wet.” He whispered to her, his words heightening her arousal. “Your scent—it’s like an aphrodisiac.”
But just as the pleasure inside her began to crest, he stopped, forced her onto her back, and started all over again, kissing his way up her body, tasting, nipping, licking her scorched skin, suckling her nipples, the ache inside her unbearable.
She trembled, her body tensing with each new kiss, her nerve endings overwhelmed by sensation.
Then he rose and stood at the foot of the bed, leaving her naked and burning, his gray eyes gone dark. His gaze on hers, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward him, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her heart began to pound, the need to have him buried inside her overriding all else.
But rather than unzipping his pants, he knelt down, draped her calves over his shoulders, and buried his head between her thighs. Then he ran his tongue over her in one long lick. “You taste like heaven.”
Her breath stopped, her entire body tensing, anticipation making her shiver.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” He lowered his mouth to her and groaned, his clever tongue finding her clitoris, his lips drawing the entire bud into his mouth.
And Natalie was lost.
She gave herself over to him, pleasure coiling deep in her belly as he licked her, nipped her, sucked her labia into his mouth, his fingers working magic inside her.
She’d already been on the brink, this new onslaught of sensation pushing her right back to that golden edge.
It was sweet, so sweet, hanging on the brink like this, nothing in her world but him and what he made her feel.
Little moans rolled from her throat with each exhalation, her fingers now clenched in his damp hair, her knees drawn back, the need to open herself for him, to give herself to him, instinctual.
It felt so good, so incredibly good, pleasure twisting itself tighter and tighter inside her, a tense, shimmering knot. And then it broke.
She cried out, orgasm singing through her, sweet silver notes of bliss carrying her skyward, then leaving her to float in honeyed stillness.
Zach inhaled her musky scent, let it fill his head, her taste on his lips and tongue.
He tried to memorize both, wanting to remember, wanting to carry something of her with him.
He’d told himself that once life got back to normal and he was back at EPIC working the line again, his crazy need for her would fade and he would stop wanting her.
But that was a damned lie. What he felt for her, it was . . .
He stopped himself, unable to go there. He was with her, and that was enough.
Natalie.
She was still now, her breathing deep and even, her face relaxed. Then, as if she knew he was watching, she opened her eyes and reached for him.
He stood, shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, and went to her, drawing her into the center of the bed. He settled himself between her thighs, brushed his lips over hers. “I didn’t plan this. I don’t have a condom with me.”
“The last one broke anyway.” She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and guided him to her.
His gaze locked with hers, he nudged himself into her, the shock of being inside her surging upward from his balls to his brain, making his mind go blank.
She was hot and slick from her own orgasm, her muscles gripping him like a fist. He gave her a second to get used to him—or he tried to.
But instinct was driving him to thrust, to pound himself into her, to go as hard and deep as he could.
Make it last, McBride.
He willed his body to relax, tried to sink into an easy rhythm, but she felt so good, her hips rising to meet his, her body arching upward, her throaty moans urging him on.
Her hands slid up his biceps and over his shoulders, exploring his muscles, kneading them, testing them.
Then she murmured his name and wrapped her arms around him, drawing his full weight down against her.
Natalie, sweet Natalie.
Skin against soft skin. A clash of lips and tongues. Hands seeking and caressing. She was everything he wanted. She was everything he couldn’t have. But tonight . . . Right now . . . Here in this room, she was his.
God, she felt good. He’d stay like this forever if he could.
Hell, yeah, he would. He’d stay right here inside this room, inside her, until her friends knocked down the door and shot him, until he starved to death, until hell froze over and melted again.
But his male physiology wouldn’t cooperate, his balls drawing tight, the first crest of an orgasm drawing near.
He shifted his position, riding her high, grinding against her with his pelvic bone and the root of his cock, trying to slow himself down, wanting to draw it out for both of them.
He felt her tense, her breath coming in shudders, the tension building inside her, her nails digging into his skin.
He kept the rhythm steady, refusing to rush her, giving her all the time she needed.
Her eyes went wide for a second. “Oh!”
Then she squeezed them shut, her head going back on a cry, her inner muscles contracting around him, delight shining on her beautiful face. And then . . .
Tears?
They slid from the corners of her eyes, down her temples.
But he was too far gone now.
Shifting positions, he drove himself into her fast and deep and hard, his hips a piston. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t think, could only feel, her hands on his skin, her lips on his throat, her vagina gripping him, stroking him, sending him over the edge.
And then he could hold out no more. “Oh, angel, you’re so . . .”
At the last second, he withdrew, but rather than coming into the cold and empty air, he felt her hand close around him. He groaned, the force of his release shaking him apart as he thrust into her fist once, twice, three times, spilling himself on her belly.
His head dropped to rest between her breasts as he caught his breath, her fingers sliding lazily through his hair. Then, contented down to his very soul, he kissed her tears away.