Page 16 of His Sunshine Baby

“No, not this time,” I answer with an amused smile.

“Good,” he says with a smile too.

He starts the car, and we head further into the Velvet Moon territory. It’s a silent ride, but I don’t feel any uneasiness in it. Instead, I’m mesmerized by the scenery as we take the highway. All of Silver City, a glowing nightlife, yellow lights on dark buildings, like some golden glitter on a black curtain. It’s the kind of scene you see on a poster, a view you can never get tired of. Nathaniel lit up a cigarette and is enjoying it. I’ve never been in a convertible. Feeling the night air and summer wind on my skin as he speeds up is awesome.

A night ride with a stranger. Asking for trouble, probably, but Moon Goddess, I don’t care. I need one night to be someone else, leave my life behind me for a while. No worries about my duties, my uncle, my life. I take a big leap into the unknown without looking back.

He finally parks in front of some very chic hotel I’ve never seen before. An incredibly tall building with a fancy entrance and VIP service. Is this really okay? This is way too classy for my means! He notices my expression.

“What is it?”

“A hotel?” I ask, a bit unsure.

But he just shrugs.

“I own it.”

He owns a hotel. Am I supposed to act as if this is common? He owns a freaking hotel! Well, I knew the Black brothers were rich. Probably some of the richest people in Silver City, as far as I know. Oh, whatever. It’s just for one night anyway. I can play fancy as well, after all. I follow him as he walks across the lobby without stopping, simply nodding at the receptionist. He’s walking fast, like he’s in a hurry. I silently hate my heels in that moment as I struggle to catch up to him.

He steps into an empty elevator, pushes the button for the highest floor, and I join him before the door closes.

The second the elevator starts moving, he suddenly turns to me and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. I’m pushed against the wall and we stare at each other for a moment before he starts kissing me again. It’s more passionate and forceful this time. We are both hungry for each other and our lips get more impatient. I caress his neck and the base of his blonde hair. I feel his hands on my thighs and back, caressing my skin and moving along with our kiss.

What is it about him that makes me forget everything else? I pursue this kiss even more, playing with his tongue. The sound of his breathing makes me forget about gravity. This elevator is getting higher, reaching for the sky, and Moon Goddess, I hope it won’t ever stop. My eyes are closed and I feel the heat of another language, something silent we exchange with our fingers. He interrupts our kiss to look at me. I feel like my heart’s about to burst out of my chest just looking at his hypnotic blue eyes. He doesn’t say a thing as we pant, staring at each other with desire etched on our faces. I’m alone with an angel and his demonic kisses. I don’t want to look at the floors scrolling on the screen. I just want to stay trapped in here and exchange the remaining seconds for hours. He smiles, as if he could read my mind, andsuddenly goes for my neck, kissing and biting it gently. Oh, Moon Goddess. His hand suddenly ventures under my skirt, and I shiver with desire.

He keeps this torture going, and for a second, I wonder if we can make love right here instead.

A bell suddenly rings, announcing our arrival. 53rd floor? Damn, it’s a skyscraper after all, and Mr. Millionaire went for the top floor. I try to catch my breath, but Nate grabs my hand and pulls me behind him across a corridor. We walk by a couple of doors before he stops. He takes a black card from his pocket and opens the door before taking me inside.

Moon Goddess, this is one really impressive suite. A cold marble floor, red cedar on the walls, and gold decorative patterns throughout the room. And that incredible view over the city! I wish I had the time to see it, but for now, all I can focus on is Nathaniel.

As soon as we cross the threshold, his hand reaches for mine, and before the door is even shut, his lips are on mine again.

It’s like a sweet drug, something I crave uncontrollably. The taste of him, the manly smell of his skin. I kiss him back fiercely, abandoning myself to desire. I want more, I want this man right now. I’m against the wall again and our bodies are intertwined with each other. His leg is between mine as I feel his desire growing under his pants. Nathaniel kisses me again, a deep, savage kiss. A fire is raging inside me, burning my skin and my senses. I’m so hot. My hand caresses his torso, appreciating the open shirt. I can feel those perfect abs under my fingers, and they are impressive, and make me curious for more. I try to unbutton him despite our wild kissing. I’m so clumsy, it takes forever to get to the last one. He smiles against my lips, and in the next second, the shirt is on the floor, and his torso is fully exposed.

Holy Moon Goddess, even Apollo should be jealous of this man. How do you get a perfect body like his? Or is it just my personal heaven? I gasp as this half-naked man steps back to take off his shoes. I’m still drooling over his perfect muscles when he faces me again, and that makes him smile.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks with an annoying smirk.

I try to ignore him, but I can’t, his fingers are already reaching for my top. Taking it off over my head, he throws it across the room too. He doesn’t wait though, and his hands get a hold of me again, his lips going for my neck. I’m just as hasty, reaching for his back, caressing his arms as we hold on to each other.

Suddenly, his fingers decide to explore my body some more, and they caress me under my skirt. Oh, Moon Goddess! Is he skilled or am I overexcited? Or both? I tremble from the sensations, but he doesn’t stop and starts kissing my chest instead. If I wasn’t against the wall, I might have lost my balance already. His fingers keep moving and my voice suddenly comes out in an embarrassing moan that surprises the both of us. I cover my mouth. How did I make such a sound? But after a second of surprise, Nathaniel has this devilish smile on.

“I love your voice. Let me hear it some more.”

And with that, he resumes his movements against my panties, his kisses going up and down my neck and chest. He knows what he’s doing, and those fingers are driving me crazy! I grab his wrist, but that doesn’t stop him. The torture goes on and only stops when he decides so. Damn, my legs feel so numb. Why is he the one with the upper hand? As payback, I kiss him even more fiercely and push him all the way to the large bed.

I can feel his smile under my lips, but I don’t care. I get on top of him and bite his shoulder, annoyed. It’s childish, but his groan is satisfying enough. I have a little victory over him. It’s my turn to smile.

“It hurts,” he whispers.

“And I don’t care,” I answer just as softly.

We stay like this for a few seconds, him under me, staring at each other. I can’t tell what he is thinking. His eyes are fixated on me, a bit confused, like he’s reevaluating, looking at me differently. The atmosphere between the two of us seems to change slowly. I lean in to kiss him again, and he replies to my lips.

This time, it’s different. Our exchange feels much more tender, gentle. His hand caresses my shoulder, and he guides me for a change of position. We don’t stop kissing, but our hands are also busy taking our clothes off. It takes a while, but it doesn’t matter. We take our time kissing each other, exploring each other’s bodies, and playing with our senses. My skin is so hot despite the air conditioning in the room, we are sharing our warmth again and again.

Nate’s kisses are addictive. Sometimes gentle, sometimes sultrier, they are unpredictable and I love it. He keeps me on edge every time. I want him, but he still finds a way to make me want him even more. It doesn’t feel like a cold, heartless one-night stand, but like a passionate night between two lovers. We kiss, we enjoy ourselves, and we even smile between our kisses and caresses.

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