“Mm hm. It was hell.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and held back a moan when his front pressed to my back, his lips growing more insistent in their assault. “Your day?”
“Huh?”
“Your day, Evie. How was your day?”
“Good,” I breathed. “So good.”
His grip on my hips tightened, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips. “I don't think you're talking about just your day, now are you?”
I licked my dry lips, allowing my eyes to open only to meet the smirk on his face. My hand went up to his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine for a punishing kiss. I hated him for doing this to me, for waking my body up this way.
I hated it because I didn't know how to shut it off.
As my tongue clashed with his, I felt his hand traveling down my navel, lower still over my shorts. I moaned softly at the pleasure his touch there caused.
“I bet you're wet.”
I would have blushed at his words. Instead, I grew bold, needing some type of friction at the most intimate part of my body. “Why don't you check?”
His gaze darkened and oh hell, I knew I was in for a ride. Nate's hand dipped inside my shorts, ignoring the barrier of my panties and into my slick folds. He cursed softly, finding my clit with little effort.
“Oh god,” I breathed, closing my eyes once again. He was the first man to touch me there, first to make me feel this way…the first man that made me feel this intense need to release. “That feels so good,” I moaned, feeling his rough thumb over my swollen nub.
Nathan nipped at my earlobe. “Open your eyes,” he murmured. “Watch how I make you come.”
Just his words had me on edge. Struggling, I opened my eyes meeting his dark ones through the mirror. My face was flushed, my chest heaving with the need I felt, his hand lost between my legs.
And then it started working.
I bucked against his hand when a single finger entered me, the intrusion causing so much pleasure that I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. His thumb on my clit, finger inside me and the kisses he placed on my neck while not breaking eye contact made me lose my inhibitions. I held on to the counter in front of me as his finger slipped in and out of me with ease, my slippery folds letting him do as he pleased.
“You're so fucking ready for me,” Nate groaned against my neck.
“Yes,” I replied, feeling the pace of his finger increasing. “Nathan…”
“Fuck,” he hissed, pressing his manhood against my ass. Even through the clothing, there was no denying that he was just as turned on as me. How we had gotten to that point I wouldn't understand, I just knew that I felt like I was confined in my clothing.
My skin was hyper-aware, boiling, needing a fire to be set out, my back arching against Nathan's chest while my breasts sought out attention. Understanding what I needed, Nathan pinched a nipple through my shirt.
My lips parted in a silent gasp when I felt my clit throbbing against Nathan's eager finger and a warmth settling at the pit of my belly, easing throughout my body. Breathing unevenly, I held on to Nathan's hand, gripping it tightly. He knew exactly what he was doing. I found myself nearly begging as short pants left my lips until Nathan pinched on my clit firmly and I cried out, the loud moan muffled by Nathan's lips on mine. He ground himself against me, groaning softly as he let me ride out the most intense roller coaster I'd ever been on.
As soon as he could he turned me around, kissing me deeply. “That was hot,” he hissed, nipping at my lips.
I couldn't say anything. I was much too shocked, overwhelmed with pleasure…wanting more. Wanting him.
“Nate, I—”
The knock on the door of my bedroom interrupted what I was going to say.
Hannah.
“Fuck.” My eyes widened and Nathan took his hand out of my shorts. “Stay here,” I whispered, fixing my shorts and trying to still my pounding heart. Nathan didn't look fazed though and pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Not going anywhere,” he smiled.
I rushed into my bedroom, making sure that nothing looked out of place before opening the door. Hannah frowned, stepping inside with suspicion.