Page 22 of Waiting on You

NATE

I should be asleep.It’s nearly six in the morning, and I’ve yet to go to sleep. But my brain won’t shut down long enough for me to fall asleep. This happens when I’m immersed in a project or there’s an issue that needs to be handled.

As the COO of Bradford Hotels, I’m the go-to man. My dad might wear the CEO title, but I’m the person everyone goes to when they need an approval or have a question. So, everything tends to rest on my shoulders.

And when something’s wrong, when there’s a situation that needs my attention, my brain goes into overdrive. It doesn’t stop until I’ve figured out a solution, and then I crash.

Right now, my brain is in overdrive because I have a situation that I can’t control—Paige. She’s lying next to me, her head tucked into the crook of my arm, her body and limbs half thrown over me, like she’s the most adorable octopus.

She started off sleeping on her side of the bed, butthen she gravitated toward me. It’s been a long time since I slept in a bed with a woman, even longer since I allowed one to cuddle with me. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice how perfectly she fits against me.

Which is why I can’t sleep. Because it’s been less than forty-eight hours since I met her, and I already know I could fall in love with her. The woman makes it too damn easy with her soft smiles and melodic laughs and the way she wears her heart on her sleeve. She was kicked to the ground, but she’s strong and positive, and she refuses to let anything keep her down. She got up, shook herself off, and held her head up high.

One day, some guy is going to see how amazing she is, and he’s going to get to keep her, unlike me. Because we live four hours away from each other. Four fucking hours. An hour by plane. But Paige has a life in Houston, and I have one in Dallas, and no matter how much I try to solve that problem, it comes back to the fact that one of us would have to move. And neither of us is in a position to do so. Which means when we get back to the hotel in a couple of hours, I have to let her walk away.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Paige murmurs, her voice raspy from sleep.

She stretches her arms and legs, and when they glide across my body, her eyes widen as she realizes she’s spread out across me.

She tries to move, but I tighten my hold around her, needing a few more minutes with her body wrappedaround mine before I’m forced to let her go.

As if she knows what I’m doing, she sighs into me and lets me have the time I need. And then her hand slides down my shirtless torso—since she stole my shirt to wear last night after the second time we had sex and showered—and under my boxer briefs. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and languorously strokes it up and down, using the pre-cum beading on the tip of my head to create a bit of friction.

She pulls my shorts down enough to expose my entire length, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her hand on me, trying to burn her touch into my brain for the nights after she’s gone and I’m left with only my memories.

I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t realize she’s moved down until her lips wrap around the crown of my cock and she takes damn near the entire length of me down her throat.

My eyes pop open, and my gaze goes straight to the gorgeous woman who’s on her knees, bent over me, sucking my dick like she’s on a mission.

Her shirt has bunched up, showing her pert, bare ass—because I told her if I was going without a shirt, then she was going without underwear, and she agreed.

As if she can sense I’m thinking about and looking at her ass, she shakes it teasingly, and I give it a good, hard slap, making her moan around my cock.

“You like that?” I ask, massaging the area I just slapped.

A muffled, “Yes,” comes out of her, so I do it again, this time on the other cheek, earning another moan out of her.

“If we had more time, I’d beg you to let me take this ass,” I tell her, imagining the way her tight hole would gape open as I pushed my entire length into her. The way her ass would jiggle as I fucked her from behind.

The thought has my cock swelling, and before I come down her throat, I reach up and pull her face off me and drag her up my body so she’s straddling me.

“Hey.” She pouts. “You were close.”

“And I’ll be damned if I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

“Well, you can’t finish inme,” she sasses. “At least that’s a hole that won’t end with me pregnant.”

She’s being cheeky, but my mind immediately goes to Paige, swollen with my baby, and suddenly, I’m angry. Not at the thought of her pregnant, but at the fact that it’ll never happen—at least not by me, thanks to the universe working against us and putting us hours away from each other. The idea of another guy getting to come in her, filling her with his seed, has me damn near seeing red.

She’s mine.

But she’s not.

Needing a release for the frustration and anger flowing through my veins, I grab Paige’s hips and lift her off me so she’s on her hands and knees, facing the headboard, with my damn shirt covering her perfect ass.

“Take the shirt off,” I demand, needing to see all of her.

My words come out harsh, but I can’t help it. I hate when shit is out of my control.

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