Page 44 of Full House

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Victoria’s mind whirled. All the crazy thoughts over the past forty-eight hours flew from her head. He’d said he loved her, and she believed him. It had been difficult to doubt him in the first place, but his actions and words only cemented her faith.

He set her carefully on the center of the bed then his fingers grazed her cheek and down the column of her throat. He stopped at the buttons of her blouse and with dexterous efficiency flicked them open one by one before parting the edges. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her chest.

“I’ve missed you. I don’t ever want to be away from you again.” His tongue came out, tracing a path along the lacy edge of her bra.

What he’d said was nearly impossible unless one of them gave up their career. Filming locations took place all over the world. She wasn’t naïve enough to think they could maintain their careers in one central location. Something else they would need to talk about. The list seemed to be growing quite long.

His hands moved to span her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on either side of her belly button. Her abdomen muscles fluttered at the light contact, but he didn’t stop, instead, inching his head down, so it hovered directly over her stomach.

He placed light kisses around her navel before lapping it with his tongue. She surged her hips, pleading with him silently, but it seemed he wasn’t in the mood to be rushed.

“I still can’t believe my baby’s in there.”

Ah, she now understood the care he was taking. She would need to nudge him along. Thrusting her hips, again, to stress her demand, she said, “You can’t hurt it.”

Looking up, he removed his hands from her waist and placed them on the bed on either side of her head, bracing himself over her. He did a little dip, push-up style, his knees bracketing her hips until his face hovered mere inches from hers. “I know.” He kissed the tip of her nose, swiped his tongue along the seam of her lips. “But I won’t be rushed. I’m going to worship every part of your body, and you’re going to let me.”

Her hands came up, clutching at his biceps. “That will be torture.”

His lips twisted into a smirk. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get your fuck later. But right now, I want to make love to you.” He lapped at her lips again, but even though she parted hers, he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw to her ear. “Now I need to start all over.”

Oh God, she wouldn’t survive that. Thinking fast, she knocked his arm out from under him, hitting the inside of his elbow. Taking him by surprise, she managed to roll him to his back and straddle his hips in one fluid motion.

With her hands now on either side of his head, she leaned over him to whisper, “You were saying?”

He gave her a sly grin. They both knew he could easily gain the upper hand again, but instead, he threw his arms out to the side, and said, “Have at it.”

She decided to start where he did—at his neck—slowly making her way down his chest between the open folds of his shirt. She paused at the start of his six-pack before licking over each ridge, meeting the muscles that formed his sexy V. She concentrated on that spot, tracing it with her tongue until she was hampered by the waistband of his slacks.

“You seem to have hit a dead end.”

She looked up. Nate had his hands stacked behind his head, staring down at her with a look of pure male arrogance. She raised her brows. “Not a dead end, only a small speed bump.” Then reaching between his legs, she cupped his balls, giving them a light squeeze.

His hips jerked, and she smiled to herself. Yeah, that knocked the arrogant smirk from his face.

His hands flew to the button on his slacks. “I want your mouth, now.”

She wasn’t going to argue. Helping him slide his pants down his legs, he kicked them off and she settled between his thighs.

He already had his cock in his fist, and she watched as his stomach muscles flexed when he did a mini ab curl, reaching his other hand to the back of her head and tangling his fingers in her hair.

He guided her head to his tip, but she was an eager participant. Parting her lips, she sucked him into her mouth, sweeping him with her tongue as his cock glided over it to the back of her throat.

Hands gripping his thighs, she bobbed her head at a slow, rhythmic pace, pressing along the underside of his shaft and flicking around the crown with her tongue.

Nate had a hand behind him, supporting his weight as he lounged back, the hand in her hair directing her into a faster speed. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

He tried to pull her off him, but she squeezed at his thighs, forcing her head back down, silently signaling she didn’t want to stop.

His movements became jerky, his hips joining the party. Then with a masculine groan, Victoria felt his cum hit the back of her throat and fill her mouth. She swallowed, resuming her slow pace until Nate snagged her under the arms, lifting her to his mouth for a kiss.

But it wasn’t just a kiss, it was a greedy attack. Their teeth clacked as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. His hands were everywhere, somehow removing her clothing and his shirt without breaking their kiss. His hand came back to her hair, grabbing it, and tilting her head to the side as his other hand found her, shoving his fingers inside on a thrust that left her gasping in his mouth.

Nate ripped his mouth away, burying his face in her neck as he worked her. “Fuck, what you do to me,” he mumbled into her skin. “You make me lose all control.”

He wasn’t the only one. Victoria tipped her head back, panting and squirming in his embrace, her pelvis matching the rhythm of his fingers, bringing her close to the edge.

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