Page 24 of Fake It 'Til You Feel It

My hands slide lower, tracing the curve of her back before settling at the hem of her dress. “You wore this knowing exactly what it would do to me,” I rasp, fingertips toying with the fabric, inching it higher, slow and unhurried.

“Nathan,” she warns, but her grip tightens against my shoulders, holding me there instead of pushing me away. Then, accusingly: “You’rethe one that picked it out for me!”

I smirk, my lips hovering just above the neckline of her dress. As I avoid addressing her point, I take in the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. “I think you like the idea of being caught.”

She exhales sharply, her nails digging into my skin. “Ihateyou.”

I smirk, savoring the stutter of her heartbeat beneath my lips, right where she’s most vulnerable. “No, you don’t.”

Then I drop to my knees, hands firm on her thighs, and when my lips meet her skin, she doesn’t stop me—she holds me there.

Chapter Nine

DANA - SWEET SURRENDER

Nathan drops to his knees, pushing my thighs apart with a kind of reverence and need that makes breathing difficult. The cool night air contrasts sharply with the heat rolling off my body and I grip the yacht’s railing so tightly my knuckles ache.

When his hands slide up my legs, slipping beneath my dress to firmly grip my thighs, I know staying upright isn’t an option. His fingers drag, slow and deliberate over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, teasing along the hem of my underwear without dipping beneath.

Far enough to make me gasp. Far enough to make me ache. My nails dig into my palms, hard enough to leave crescent marks, the pain grounding me, keeping me from spiraling into the overwhelming need taking over every thought.

“Nathan,” I whimper. It’s half plea, half warning.Please.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he looks up at me, his dark eyes burning with intent, pupils blown wide with hunger. A wicked curve tugs at his lips as he hooks my legs over his shoulders, pulling me to the top of the railing until I’m precariously perched, completely reliant on him to keep me from falling overboard—or falling apart entirely.

His lips brush against the crease where my thigh meets my hip, featherlight and excruciatingly slow. A teasing flick of his tongue, a barely-there kiss, followed by another—hotter, wetter, dragging lower before retreating.

My breath stutters, my thighs tremble, and I feel him smirk against my skin. His fingers tighten at my hips, pinning me in place as his mouth continues its torture—sucking, tasting, pushing me to the very edge without giving me the final, devastating relief I need.

“Hold on, Dana,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got you.”

And then his mouth finally moves exactly where I need it, a slow, deliberate drag of his tongue over my drenched heat, tasting me like he’s savoring something forbidden. A broken cry rips from my throat, my head falling back as pleasure courses through me, molten and dizzying.

“Nathan,” I pant, desperate, needy, but he doesn’t let up. Doesn’t rush. Instead, he groans—deep, guttural, sinful—sending vibrations through my clit that make my entire body jolt. My fingers tighten in his hair, yanking, urging, but he just chuckles against me, dark and smug.

“You’re dripping for me, Dana,” he rasps between licks, voice thick with hunger. “You taste fucking divine.”

My thighs tremble around his head, my body teetering on the brink of something devastating. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working me over mix with my ragged moans, the scent of my arousal thick in the salty night air. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Only feel as he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling, ruthless and precise.

I keen, my hips jerking against his face. “Please—please, Nathan?—”

His grip tightens, holding me still as he drives me higher, pushing me past the edge until I break. Shattering apart with a strangled sob, my entire body locking up as waves of pleasure crash through me. He moans into me, like he’s savoring every last pulse of my orgasm, like he wants to drown in it. And when he finally pulls back, lips slick, eyes blazing, he smirks.

“That’s my girl.”

His head disappears between my thighs yet again.

I bite my lip to keep the noise down, but as he works his magic I feel myself getting slicker. I want more.

“Nathan,” I gasp, but his name just winds between my lips, lost in the rush of sensation as he devours me. His grip tightens on my thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin underneath my ass. He holds me to him possessively while his mouth moves with relentless precision, each stroke of his tongue dragging me closer to the edge.

I’m pinned between the cool metal railing and the searing heat of his mouth, completely at his mercy. My breaths come in shallow, desperate gasps as my body trembles. He’s relentless, thorough, and the pressure building inside me becomes unbearable.

“Oh my God,” I cry, the fingers of one hand tangling in his hair as my hips buck against him. He groans in response, pulling me even closer, his hands gripping my thighs with a strength that’s going to bruise.

“Come for me, Dana,” he growls against me, his voice rough and commanding. I’m not even entirely sure those were the words he said, but the sound and feel of it sends me over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, almost in time with the rocking of the boat. It leaves me trembling, breathless, and crying out his name as my vision blurs.

He doesn’t stop, his tongue coaxing every last quake from my body until I’m completely spent. I have to consciously remind myself, more than once, that if I don’t keep half of me upright, then I’m falling backwards into the water. He finally pulls back, his lips glistening as his dark, hungry eyes lock on mine. He makes my knees weak all over again.

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