Chapter Sixteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Eugene was worried that maybe he’d stepped into something that he couldn’t handle. Natalie was obviously conflicted, and he should have said no when she asked him to come over. She needed time to decide what she wanted.
Then again, it also wasn’t his place to tell her what she should do or how she should feel, either. She invited him over, and maybe she just wanted to talk, so that’s what they were going to do.
He pulled into the driveway at Natalie’s house, waited until she drove into the garage. Then he parked and got out. She was waiting for him next to her car, so he walked into the garage. Without a word, she turned and headed toward the door leading into the house, so he followed, opening the door for her.
She waited while he closed the door behind him. He figured she was going to turn on the lights and they’d go into the kitchen, she’d brew some coffee and they’d talk. Instead, she backed him against the wall and pressed her body against his.
He inhaled the sweet lemony scent of her skin as she rose up to whisper, “Kiss me.”
Oh man, he really wanted to. But first—“You said you were afraid.”
“Yes. And, no.”
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
“Of course not. I meant…of this. I don’t want to get attached. I mean…” She drew in a breath and let it out. “I don’t plan on getting attached. I don’t want you to, either.”
“Okay.”
She shook her head. “I need you to understand that this is just sex. I’m not looking for a relationship. And my kids are always going to be my priority.”
She was undulating against him while she laid down her hard-and-fast rules. Kind of hot. “I get that. I’m on board, Natalie.”
“Okay. Now kiss me.”
His entire body went tight with desire. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. And when he kissed her, it was like lights exploded inside his brain, zapping his nerve endings like fire.
She tasted sweet and sexy, and in the dark, he focused on the way her hands mapped his body. Across his arms, over his chest, and down his abs, lifting his shirt up to slide her fingers across the seam of his jeans. His breath caught as she rubbed his cock through his jeans. He was no novice at this but damn if Natalie didn’t make him feel like he was. His throat had gone dry, his heart pounded, and if she continued to rub his cock like that, this was gonna end before things got started.
He pulled back, swept his fingers across her perfect jawline, wishing there were lights so he could search her face, see what she was feeling. Because he sure as hell felt a lot.
“Let’s go to my room,” she said while at the same time rubbing her entire body against his.
He slid his hands alongside her ribs, brushing the fullness of her breasts. “You keep doing that and we won’t make it to the bedroom.”
“I don’t care where we do it,” she whispered, her voice slightly out of breath. “I just want to get naked. And get you naked.”
He definitely wanted that. “How far away is your room?”
She grabbed his hand and moved at a fast clip to the room at the end of the hall. She kicked off her sandals and shimmied out of her clothes, compelling him to shed his clothes, too, which he was more than happy to do. When she was down to her bra and panties, she reached for him, pulling him toward the bed. They climbed on, and he lay next to her, sweeping his hand over the silken softness of her stomach. Moonlight spilled in through the windows, casting Natalie in a soft glow. Like some silvery goddess, her dark hair spilled across the white pillow, making her look more than a little ethereal.
“Don’t stop now,” she said, taking his hand and sliding it over her breasts.
He looked down at her. “Satin. And hot pink. With matching panties. You are a constant surprise, Natalie.”
She slid her leg over his, sliding her foot along his shin. “You have no idea. It’s been a long, very long time for me, Eugene.”
He shifted, pushing her onto her back. “Then I’ll make this very, very good for you.”
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Natalie had never been bold, not sexually, anyway. But tonight, with Eugene, she was. Kind of surprising, actually, and more than a little hot. Yay for her.
She’d initially invited him to the house to have a conversation with him about her reservations regarding taking their relationship to a more physical place. Instead, they hadn’t stepped more than two feet into the house when she’d attacked him.
Because she had needs, and she wanted him, and on the drive home she’d realized that she was an adult woman who was entitled to have a sex life.
Now here she was, with Eugene in her bed, and she could barely breathe as he undid the clasp of her bra, bending to kiss the top of her shoulder as he pulled the strap down her arm. His lips moved along her collarbone to the swell of her breast, his tongue mapping a trail across her skin, which had suddenly become incredibly sensitive.
He pulled the bra off of her, casting it aside, somewhere. She didn’t know, didn’t care, because his hand covered her breast and his lips surrounded a nipple. And then he licked and sucked, and she arched her back off the bed because the sensations were just so, so good.
He lavished attention on her breasts, and then her stomach, teasing her with his mouth while he removed her panties. Then he blazed a hot trail of kisses toward her sex, using his fingers and tongue until she heard herself begging out loud for release. He kept on for a very long and extremely talented amount of time. Such a mind-blowing experience. She tried to think of when she’d had this much attention paid to her clit—hell, that he’d actually found her clit and knew what to do with it was a revelation. A definite first for her.
This all felt so new. And maybe that’s because it was Eugene, and he made her feel worshipped and wrapped in sensual pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
“You make me feel…” The sensations intensified, making words more difficult, but she could explain to him with her movements against his hands, his mouth. “So good, Eugene. Give me more.”
He murmured unintelligible words against her sex, then licked her, over and over until she came. And, oh, did she ever come. She let out a shudder and cry while her body spasmed with a glorious orgasm.
She barely had time to come down from that incredible high before Eugene had her wrapped in his arms. “You ready for more?” he asked, his lips sliding across hers with tantalizing promise.
She reached for him, teasing her nails across the solid muscle of him. “Yes. More.”
He slid on a condom, and then he was there again, his body covering hers, his cock slipping inside of her. She let out a gasp.
“Okay?” he asked.
She raised her knees and lifted until he filled her completely, until she felt she was part of him. She reached up to sweep her fingers over his face. “Oh. More than okay.”
And then they moved—together, and Natalie felt every inch of pleasure. That spark that had lain dormant for far too long. Now it sprang to life with renewed force and she embraced it with her whole being.
“You know what it feels like being inside of you, Natalie?” he murmured against her. “Hot. Like molten fire, making me want to come. Come with me, Natalie.”
The utter joy of being joined with Eugene like this brought her right to the edge. His low, sexy words as he moved within her took her right over, making her tense, shudder, and clutch him closer to her as she rode that wave of ecstasy.
She collapsed against the bed, feeling the warmth of Eugene’s body leave her when he got up and disappeared for a minute. Then he was right there, pulling her against him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He swept his knuckles gently over her cheek. “For what?”
“I was so self-absorbed and into my own pleasure, I have no idea if you came or not.”
He let out a hard laugh. “Trust me. I did. And it was good. Really good.”
She smoothed her hand across his chest, then pushed on him so he lay on his back. She rolled over on top of him. “Same here. So good, in fact, that I’m requesting a repeat performance. Only this time, I’m on top.”
“Hmm.” He swept his hands across her back, then lower. “It’s a sacrifice, but I’ll allow it.”
Then he cupped his hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, and she was once against lost in him.