Page 20 of Nate

Nate stared into her eyes, and she was drowning in his. The man was too…male. He oozed masculinity and sex. She could smell his aftershave, and she had to get away from him or make a fool out of herself. She turned toward the door, but his words stopped her.

“You just can’t admit you’re attracted to me,” he said, making her gasp.

“You think I’m attracted to you? An egotistical cowboy who has probably had more women than necessary—”

“How many are necessary?”

“Oooh, just leave me alone.”

“Do you think I don’t know when a woman’s attracted to me? You tell yourself you don’t like me because you think I’m cocky, but you know I’m not. Deep down you know it but can’t admit it for some reason.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped.

“You’re afraid of men like me,” he whispered.

“I amnotafraid of you. Men like you disgust me.” She narrowed her eyes.

“I’m not the man you think I am and that’s what disgusts you. Not the fact that I’m confident, but that it attracts you and that’s what you don’t like.”

Markie stepped closer to him, feeling the heat coming from his body along with the smell of sweat and aftershave.

“Idon’tlikeyou.” She emphasized her words by poking him in the chest. His very hard chest.

“Really?” he murmured as he stared into her eyes.

“Yes,” she snapped.

“I bet I could prove otherwise.”

Before she could reply or move away, Nate’s rough hands gripped her waist, pushing her against the hard wooden planks of the wall. She dropped her medical bag as his lips found hers in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling together as they fought for dominance.

Markie’s pulse raced as Nate’s calloused fingers traced down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

With a deep growl from his throat, Nate lifted Markie’s T-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor, and exposing her lacy black bra. He wasted no time cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they harden beneath the material. Markie gasped as pleasure shot through her body like electricity.

Nate’s mouth moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. He trailed kisses down her collarbone and chest until he reached her breasts, then removed her bra. He sucked at each nipple as Markie moaned loudly, trying to get herself closer to him. He fumbled with his belt buckle before unzipping his jeans, lowering them, and pulling out his hard cock. He rolled on a condom quickly before lifting Markie up by her ass, pressing her against the wall once more. He pushed the crotch of her panties aside and entered her roughly with one swift thrust, filling her completely while pressing his lips to hers.

Markie cried out as pleasure washed over her in waves. She wrapped her legs tightly around Nate’s waist as he pounded into her relentlessly. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they moved together in perfect harmony. She dug her nails into his back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. With another hard thrust, she shattered apart crying out as she came harder than she ever had before.

But as soon as it was over, shame washed over her like a tidal wave. She quickly unwrapped herself from Nate’s embrace, pushing him away, and frantically pulling on her clothes as tears streamed down her face. Without saying a word, she opened the door and ran out of the barn into the cold air. But even as she ran away from him, she could still feel his touch lingering on her skin like a brand – making it impossible for her to forget what just happened between them no matter how hard she tried to pretend otherwise.

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Nate pulled up his jeans, zipped, and snapped them, then buckled his belt. He hung his head and stared at the floor. Then he looked toward the open door and swore when he heard her driving away.

“You are one stupid son of a bitch,” he muttered, then with a deep sigh, he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

As he washed his hands at the sink, he stared at his reflection and shook his head.

“Dumbass.”

He stepped out of the bathroom, then turned out the lights in the barn and headed out toward his truck. He called Jobe to tell him he was going home for the day.

Nate climbed into his pickup truck, punched the roof of the cab with his fist, and swore again. Then he started the truck and drove home.

Pulling up to the small cabin, he shut the truck off and stared out the windshield.

“What the ever-loving fuck were you thinking?”

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