Chapter 29 Just Watching You
JUST WATCHING YOU
Three hours later, Arik answered the door to Natalie’s knock.
“Just come in,” he said. “You’ve got one of those master keycards.”
She gave him a kiss on the lips the minute the door was shut behind her. “I’d never do that. This is your room and your sanctuary. We always knock before we enter.”
He sighed. “That is why it took me so long to answer. I just figured you’d enter. Do you ever have any housekeeping fantasies? Are you into them?”
Her eyes were wide enough to let him know it never crossed her mind. “You sleep with housekeepers? They’d be fired here.”
He laughed so hard he actually grabbed his side.
“No. I don’t. Never have. Never will. Don’t even look at them and that is horrible because it feels dismissive, but I normally leave the room when they come in.
I don’t want either of us to feel uncomfortable.
It had more to do with you. You can knock on my door and come in to seduce me any time you want. ”
“I don’t think it would take much to seduce you.”
“Not from you,” he said.
She kicked her shoes off like she always did. He didn’t know why she wore heels if she couldn’t wait to get them off and curl and stretch her toes.
Unless they made her feel powerful. His mother was one to always say appearance equated to power. His father the same.
Him? Give him comfortable worn jeans, socks and a soft cotton T-shirt and he was in heaven.
“You cleaned,” she said. “Or housekeeping came back later.”
“I did it,” he said. “They’d been here before you earlier. Though I get it, it didn’t appear that way.”
Normally he would have let it all go until the next day, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to put his empty bottles on the sink and wrappers in the trash. Everything else was piled on the table, his shoes tossed in one corner, his dirty clothes sent down to be laundered.
“Did you want to go out to eat?”
“I’d rather stay in,” he said. “Unless you don’t want to. We both need to come down from our day. Did you get your answers?”
She sighed and moved to his couch. “No. Grace is going to check her schedule and question people. Hunter will send out a memo that will scare staff. We may never know who did it, but it will frighten anyone from doing it in the future.”
“Whatever,” he said. “I’ve got no complaints about my stay here. Sorry I somehow got involved in this.”
“We’ll put it from our minds.”
“Good. Because my mind is on seducing you.”
She laughed. “I don’t need to be seduced.”
“I think you do,” he said, his voice lower, his hands going for her bare foot.
She gave it over easily. He hoped it was because she craved his touch rather than relief from pointy shoes.
“I think though we’ve seen each other naked twice you’re still reserved enough that you don’t want to remove your clothing here. Even though you’re off the clock.”
A soft moan escaped her lips as his thumb dug into the arch of her foot.
Her eyes were closed, her body letting him control it.
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“I know how I feel,” he said. He was bending her toes forward and back, her sigh fueling his body to give her something far more indulgent than a foot rub.
He switched feet and went to work on the other one. “Are you still frustrated from earlier?” she asked.
“Not enough to need a foot massage. You can massage another part of me.”
She opened her eyes, a smile filled her face. “Are you one of those people who can get agitated in the moment and then snap your fingers and it’s gone?”
“Depends what is working me up,” he said. He had no timelines. No reporting to others. No investors breathing down his neck.
Not anymore.
What he worked on was for his enjoyment. His pleasure.
It had to be that way now.
He couldn’t fall into his old habits.
The fact he’d slipped and commented on making himself sick before, the concern and questioning in her eyes, told him he had to be more aware.
That was his past. His future was sitting on the couch and letting him show her how much he needed her in his life.
He only could hope she felt the same way about him.
“I can turn it off,” she said. “If I let every conversation or interaction with people work me up or linger I’d have multiple holes bleeding in my stomach.”
Been there and done that.
Never would again.
He was smart enough to not volunteer that information.
“It’s a good trait to have.” He pulled her foot suddenly, had her sliding into him, her legs over his thighs.
“That wasn’t very smooth.”
“I don’t need to be smooth when I’ve got you where I want you.”
Her hand went to his face, making the first move. Something she rarely did.
That she was doing it now, here, told him everything he needed to know.
He stood up with her in his arms, walked to his room and shut the door.
He’d rather take her on the couch where they were, but she wasn’t ready for that. Too open and exposed for her.
She was laid on the bed with the precision and care of a sleeping baby in a crib, not wanting to startle or wake them up out of their haze.
His fingers went to the button of her navy pants, pushed it through the hole, then lowered the zipper.
His hands snuck into the waist of her underwear, pulling everything down at once, exposing her tender flesh for his hungry eyes.
He got on his knees, between her spread thighs, and made a feast of her.
His thumbs inched her lower lips apart, his tongue coming out and going in for a quick taste. A tap. A lick. A nibble.
He changed it up; he moved it around. He applied pressure and then pulled back.
She was squirming on the bed making it hard for him to get her to where he wanted her to be.
“Stop moving.”
“Stop torturing me,” she said.
He’d put an end to this.
His arms slid under her hamstrings, holding her in place, his face diving in and devouring her. Touching every nerve, every pleasure point, tasting every bit of skin he wanted.
And she let him.
Held his head in place when he got the right spot. Silently told him he better give her exactly what she wanted.
He wouldn’t leave her waiting. Wanting. Or disappointed.
Her body trembled, thighs tightening around his shoulders as waves of pleasure rippled through her, her moans spilling into the room with no attempt to hold them back.
He wanted to tell her, “That’s it. Keep it up. Come hard.”
But to do that, he’d have to take his mouth off of her.
No way.
Not yet.
Not until he was ready.
Her nails were leaving marks on his scalp, her body coming undone in a way he told himself only he could give her.
And not until her hands dropped away did he stop.
Did he lean back and look at her closed eyes, parted lips, and tumbled hair on the pillow? Hell, yes!
He’d done exactly what he’d wanted.
She was a jumbled puddle of satisfaction.
It was a solid minute before she opened her eyes and looked around the room. He’d been watching her come down from the high.
Her sexy little sighs escaping, her shoulders letting go of a few more twitches.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Just watching you,” he said.
She sat up quickly and looked around for her pants. “Why?”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “You have no idea how sexy it is to see such a strong woman open up and lose all control.”
She narrowed her eyes some. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No,” he said seriously. “Stating a fact.”
She pulled her shirt over her head. “I’m self-conscious half-dressed. More so with you fully dressed.”
“I can fix that,” he said, standing up and lifting his shirt, then dropping his jeans with his underwear.
He opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom, but she yanked it out of his hand.
“Get on your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She opened the condom, covered his pulsing cock, crawled on top of him and sank down fast.
A moan escaped with ease. Everything with her was easy.
Watching her glide up and down on him not so much.
His eyes were locked on her tits following her motions.
“Touch them,” she said. “You want to.”
“Natalie Bond,” he said, humor filling the room. “Are you letting go?”
“There’s not much left when it comes to you. Do it,” she said. “Or are you going to make me get more aggressive?”
He’d like to see that. Another time for sure.
His thumbs landed on her nipples, his hands cupping her breasts and keeping them in place.
She was riding him hard, and she was riding him fast.
“Get yourself there again, but do it fast.”
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Don’t have much control?”
She was baiting him. Playing him.
Doing to him what he’d done to her.
He loved it!
“No. I don’t.”
She was bouncing harder, her back arched, her tits pushing closer into his hands, her palms on his thighs.
This angle, this depth, he felt... everything. Whatever she wanted to hand over to him, he was gladly accepting.
“Are you close?” she asked.
She was tiring. But she was building too.
He could see it in her eyes.
She wanted the relief as much as him.
“Fucking right there,” he snapped, his fingers pinching her nipples.
She shouted out and came all over him.
Her muscles squeezed, pulsed, grabbed and didn’t let go.
He followed her down that path of intoxication, then pulled her close and onto his chest, his lips to her hair.
His heart finally stopped racing and he thought she should know. “Natalie?”
“Yes,” she said, a sigh leaking out.
“You’re going to look like a hot mess when you leave my room.”
She went to push out of his arms as if she needed to rush to the bathroom, but he wasn’t letting her go.
Not now. Not later.
Maybe never.
She’d just have to catch up.