Page 136 of One Wrong Move

“Right there.” I slide my hand over his head, raking through his tresses. “Yes… I can’t…”

His left hand moves my thigh up and away, his right slides down to my entrance. Pushing a finger inside of me at the same time he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks.

I explode.

And I can’t even think about being quiet, about swallowing my moans, because I can’t think at all. Lying on this hotel floor with Nate between my legs and his mouth moving like he wants to make this his full-time job.

I’m left shaky and hungry, and his mouth is still there, his tongue still teasing in half circles around my clit, his finger caressing within me, and I need him.

“Nate,” I say and reach down. I want him fully on top of me, inside me, but he won’t budge. He’s still locked between my thighs, his mouth moving over sensitive skin.

“Nate,” I insist. “I want you inside me.”

“Not until you come one more time.”

“No, now.” I’m panting with the effort to pull on his shoulders, but I make no progress at all. Then, he slowly swipes his flat tongue over my clit, and I fall back onto the luxurious thick carpet. “Damn it,” I say to the ceiling. “Why is it so hard for you to take your own pleasure?”

The tongue against me falters. “What do you mean?”

“It’s always about me.” I rise up on my elbows and look down at him, nestled between my thighs. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. His eyes dark and fiery, his hands spreading me wide. “I want you to come hard, too. I loved making you climax in your bathroom.”

“Because I need to control myself,” he says with nearly black eyes locked on mine. His large hands tighten on my thighs. “Harper, I’ve thought about the different ways I’d like to have you for a very long time, and I don’t plan on rushing things.”

My eyebrows rise. “You have?”

“Yes,” he utters roughly. “You think I don’t want to fuck you hard on this floor? Bend you over that sofa, or press you up against the shower wall?”

I can’t breathe. Can’t speak.

He brushes his fingers over my pussy, stopping to sink one deep inside. “I told you. I’ll be insatiable once we start.”

“I’m okay with that,” I whisper.

Words are difficult right now.

His mouth tips into the crooked smile I love the most. “Remember that you said that.”

“I will. Nate, I want you to let loose.”

He rests his forehead against my hip. His hot breath sends shivers over my skin. His shoulders are tense.

One second. Two…

And then, he looks up at me with an intensity that makes my insides clench. “You’re on birth control,” he says. “And I never had sex without a condom. I’m clean.”

“You haven’t?” I breathe out.

He shakes his head again. “I’m going to come inside you tonight. As many times as I can. If that’s not okay, tell?—”

“That’s okay,” I say quickly. “Yes. Please.”

Another one of those crooked smiles, and he pushes up on his knees. Sitting there between my spread thighs with his hair mussed and his white shirt half-undone. “Please,” he repeats. “I think I like it when you say that.”

I slip off my blouse and let it drop to the floor beneath me. “Please.”

His eyes flare, and roam over my body. Spread out before him, and I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness. The dimness in the room and the reverence in his eyes make that impossible.

He undoes the remaining buttons of his shirt and shrugs out of it. “We’ll make it to the bed later,” he assures and grips his belt. I watch him unfasten it while his chest heaves. While he pulls his zipper down and pushes his pants down.

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