Chapter 18
18
Natalie
Omar unleashed was otherworldly. It was magic and inspiration and eroticism all at once.
I’d never been fucked the way he fucked me. That was the only word I could think of for it. He didn’t hold back. He didn’t try to make things balanced or equal or resist his own pleasure for mine.
He just let loose. And it was so damn good.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, holding himself above me.
I enjoyed sex. I always had. Not every experience had been great, but overall, sex was fun for me.
That was so much more than sex. It was emotional and pleasurable and joyful. I felt a connection to him deeper than any other man I’d ever been with. And not just because he was deeper than any other man ever, but because he was Omar.
“Natalie?” he said, his voice lifting in tone and fear.
“I’m amazing,” I whispered. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.”
“Are you sure?”
I looked up at him and cupped his chin with my free hand. “Your ex-wife was a fucking idiot.”
A laugh popped out of him, making all of him shake. Yes, even his cock, which set off another mini-orgasm inside me.
“Damn,” I breathed, trembling at the way he rubbed my body without even trying.
“I don’t mean this as an insult, but you were pretty easy to please.” He rolled off of me and sat on the side of the bed. The snap of rubber said he removed the condom, and the tissue he pulled from the box confirmed it. He went to the bathroom I hadn’t noticed before and disposed of the condom, then washed his hands.
“I’ve never come that easily before,” I confessed when he laid next to me. “It usually takes me a little while.”
“I never would have guessed that.”
“I think you’re good for my vagina.”
He snorted a laugh. “Words I’ve never heard before.”
I smirked at him. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Please be my guest.” He rolled off the bed with me. “Water?”
“Yes, please.”
He let himself out of the room before I made it into the bathroom.
I debated closing the door or leaving it open. Open felt very domestic and close, but closed felt like I wanted a barrier between us. I opted for half-closed and hurried to use the bathroom and wash my hands.
Only after I opened the bathroom door did he come back into the bedroom.
“I wasn’t sure how you felt about me being in here,” he said, handing over a water bottle.
“I wasn’t sure either,” I admitted.
He sat on the edge of the bed. I sat next to him. Was this the awkward dismissal time? When I wasn’t sure what to do and he was waiting for me to leave?
“I don’t want you to go,” he said, as though reading my mind.
“How did you know I was trying to figure out what to do?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t, but I didn’t say a lot of things to you that I wished I’d said. I am trying to do better now and tell you how I feel.”
“I think you’ve said a lot to me.”
“Maybe online, but not in person.”
“Ah, well, that’s probably true.”
He chuckled.
“Will you tell me about your ex?” I asked.
He turned to look at me. “Why?”
“I want to know more about you, but I also want to understand why you’re okay it’s over.”
He sighed, then sat on the bed with his back against the headboard.
I wasn’t sure what I should do, but he raised his arm for me to sit next to him, so I crawled up the bed and rested my head on his chest.
“We bonded over a proposal that came into town hall one day. We both wanted to support it, but not a lot of other people did. We started working together to figure out how to make it happen, spending a lot of late nights together. One thing led to another, and we ended up together by the time we got the proposal approved.”
“You had common interests.”
He nodded. “We did. And for a while, it worked. But if we disagreed on anything, she would get angry. If I worked later than her, she would get angry. I thought getting married would silence some of that. That maybe she would see I was committed to her instead of thinking about other women, like she always accused me of.”
“That’s ironic,” I said. I regretted it until he chuckled.
“Right?”
“How long were you married?”
“Three years.”
“How long have you been divorced?”
“Seven years.”
“Wow, really? How old are you?”
“Thirty-five. How old did you think I was?”
I did not want to answer that question. “Um…”
“How old, Natalie?” he demanded. The sharp, commanding tone of his voice sent a shiver through me.
“Over forty.”
“Seriously?”
“I didn’t know!”
He shook his head and groaned. “Am I allowed to ask how old you are?”
“I’m thirty-one.”
“Is that one reason you didn’t want to get involved with me?”
“Maybe.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” I wasn’t sure what he was going to ask, or if I was going to want to answer, but I felt like I had to agree.
“What was your first thought when you saw me at O’Kelley’s?”
I closed my eyes and thought back to that night. I was ashamed of the way I ran out on him. After I asked him not to do the same to me. “I thought you looked attractive from behind.”
“Okay,” he said with a chuckle.
“And when I sat down and saw it was you, I felt foolish. All that time I’d been telling you things, and you were my boss. My boss’s boss. You were this larger than life man I’d already manhandled and I’d confessed all this stuff to you, and the only thing I could think was I needed to go before I made it worse.”
He squeezed me tight against his side. “You wouldn’t have made it worse. I was surprised it was you, but I wasn’t disappointed.”
“I’m sorry I ran out on you that night. I made you promise not to do that to me, then I did it to you, and I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I’m really happy you were willing to give me another chance.”
“I’m happy you wanted one.”
We sat there for a few minutes, then he stirred.
“Come on.” He got off the bed and reached his hand out to me.
“Where are we going?”
“Get dressed. We’re going for a drive.”
“A drive?”
He nodded. “I know you don’t like cars, but I want to take you for a drive. You said you like nights as much as I do. We can drive north and look at the stars over the water. Are you up for it?”
I looked up at the excitement on his face. The joy. He wanted to share something with me that meant a lot to him. Something he prized, if the way he stared at his car when we walked into the house meant anything.
“Sounds good,” I said, putting my hand in his and letting him help me off the bed.
“Good.” He smiled, then grabbed his clothes and got dressed.
Holy shit, I was a convert. Sinking into those seats, and feeling the rumble of the engine was enough to have me wondering if I’d been missing something my whole life. Then Omar opened it up on the back roads, and damn, I understood the appeal.
“Wow,” I breathed when Omar slowed down and pulled into a parking lot. “I might have to insist you take me out in this car again someday, Mr. Mayor.”
He laughed, a cautious, wary laugh. “Back to Mr. Mayor?”
“I’m just teasing you. But this car is amazing.”
“I agree.” He put the car in park and let out a breath. “I’m glad you enjoyed this.”
I nodded, turning toward him in my seat. “I did. I never thought I would, but I get why you love this.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you for letting me take you for a drive.”
“Is this how you used to get girls in high school?” I teased him.
He laughed. “Not exactly. I was pretty nerdy and didn’t get a lot of dates in high school. I wasn’t really interested in girls for a long time, and when I finally was, I was the nerdy, dorky kid no one wanted to date.”
“Aw. I can’t see that, though. You’re too…” I waved my hand at him. “Too sexy.”
He smirked. “You think I’m sexy?”
I scoffed. “I mean, you do have some appeal.”
He laughed. “Thank you.”
I leaned across the console, smiling when he met me in the middle for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated and the windows to fog up.
“I think we should go back to your house,” I whispered against his lips.
“You read my mind,” he said.
The drive back to his place was much faster than the drive out there.
Waking up in a strange bed with a hand on my stomach was not a regular occurrence for me. When I stretched, and his hand moved, I had a moment of panic before I remembered where I was and why someone else was there.
Then I smiled.
My body ached in places it hadn’t ached for a very long time. And my heart clenched at the memories of our night.
Omar Knight was quickly becoming so much more than I thought he would ever be. I wanted to protect myself from him, keep my distance and remember we would never work, but every moment we spent together had me hoping I was wrong.
When we got back from our drive, we left a trail of clothes from the garage to his bed. We were frantic and passionate. He held my hand and my gaze as he plunged into me and the whole time he made both of us come.
After, he tucked me under his chin and held me close as our breathing slowed and our skin cooled. The next time he slid into me, it was slow but no less passionate. I’d never had a lover who could make me come every way he touched me. Who could send me to the edge with a look.
Who I had a strong suspicion I was falling in love with.
“You’re thinking very loudly over there,” he whispered, alerting me that he was awake while my thoughts raced through my head.
“Sorry,” I said.
He tugged me closer, moving to meet me in the middle of his bed. His hand circled my waist. He kissed my shoulder. His erection nestled against my butt. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Are you regretting last night?”
“No,” I said quickly, turning to face him. “Not even a little.”
His eyes closed like he’d been worried about my answer. When they opened, the dark brown drew me in.
“You were worried.”
He nodded. “You’re not the only one who struggles to date, Natalie. All night I’ve been wondering if I’d wake up alone or hear you trying to sneak out or if you’d avoid eye contact in the morning and make up a reason you had to leave immediately.”
I shook my head and moved closer to kiss him. I poured all the thoughts I was having into my kiss. About how much I enjoyed our night and how worried I was that I was falling for him. I kissed him with every shred of passion I was feeling.
And he responded in kind.
I crawled on top of him, feeling bold and sexy. His erection flattened under my body, the hard ridge of his cock hitting my overly sensitive clit. I moaned, my hips shifting to increase the friction.
“Use me, Natalie,” he growled, his gaze trained between our bodies.
He pushed me up with his hands, holding on and supporting me while I rocked on his cock.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Yes, Natalie.”
I kept going, letting the feel of his erection on my clit drive me forward. Closer and closer, faster and faster, I rode his erection, taking what my body needed from him.
“Omar,” I whispered, tipping from sane to not. My movements were frantic, demanding, taking everything from him.
“Fuck, Natalie. You’re beautiful. Keep coming for me.”
“Inside. I want to feel you inside.”
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I lifted myself off him, making a move to roll over. “Stay,” he commanded, that delicious shiver racing down my spine.
I watched as he rolled the condom on, then positioned myself over him. He held himself still while I sank onto him, my first orgasm making it easier for him to slide into me.
He thrust up as I sank deep, and we both moaned. “Fuck me,” he groaned.
“Yes,” I replied.
He grabbed my hands again, supporting me as I started to move. His gaze went back to where we were joined, watching himself slide in and out of my body.
“I wish I could see what you’re seeing.”
“I wish you could, too. I love seeing my dick disappear into you. Watching you stretch to let me in. Accepting me. Then watching my dick appear again, your body holding on like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “I’m not going anywhere, Natalie.”
“Good.”
He sat up, bringing me closer and kissing me hard.
The closeness made it harder for me to move, but I didn’t care. I had him. Right there, I had him. And he had me. Heart and body, I was his.
He fell back onto the mattress and thrust up into me. I gasped at the feel of him, and he did it again and again.
I met him with every stroke, matching his pace and losing my mind as our bodies slapped together and my heart traveled into his body. He owned it now. He owned me.
“Natalie,” he groaned.
My gaze snapped to him, and I saw the same feelings reflected back at me. Love. Desire. Lust.
I couldn’t look away from him. I couldn’t hide my feelings. I couldn’t do anything but stare into his beautiful brown eyes and lose every piece of me to the man I never thought would look at me, let alone look at me like that.
“Come, Natalie. Let me feel it.”
My body listened, as though it had forgotten what we were chasing. All of a sudden, I shook and exploded. My orgasm tore a scream from my throat. It ripped all thought from my mind. It left me flopping on top of him, my bones turned to goo and my body a puddle.
“Fuck, Natalie,” Omar groaned. “Yes. God, yes. Natalie!”
He swelled inside me and released. His cock twitched, and he surged upward, kissing me sloppily. His hands held me to him, his body soaked and vibrating just as much as mine was.
His kisses slowed and drifted to my cheeks, my eyes, my neck. “I have no words for that.”
“Same.”
He leaned back far enough to look me in the eyes. I saw his thoughts on his face. The words he was holding back just like I was.
One date. That was all we’d had. One date couldn’t possibly make people fall in love. It wasn’t realistic. It wasn’t natural.
But none of that mattered.
“Thank you,” Omar said after a minute. “For not sneaking out on me. For being here this morning. For giving me another chance. For… For being honest with me.”
I wrapped my arms around him, needing to hide the tears welling in my eyes. I nodded against his shoulder. “Thank you,” I whispered.
There was no way he missed the emotion in my voice, but he didn’t call me on it. He just held me until our hearts slowed to a normal pace and his dick slid from my body.
“Let me take care of this, then I’ll start coffee and breakfast while you use the bathroom. Is that okay?”
“Perfect,” I said.
And it was. I never thought perfect existed, but there he was. Perfect for me.