Page 12 of Wild Tonic
Both of them were panting, revelling in the aftermath. Clem slid off, and stretched out on the bed beside him, her breath still coming in short gasps. She turned onto her side, propped her head on one hand, and fixed him with a heavy-lidded look.
“Why, Mr McKenna, I didn’t expect that.”
He grinned. “Neither did I.”
“Best end to a PA I’ve had in a long time.”
Nate reached for Clem, pulling her towards him for a deep, lingering kiss. “And just as soon as I’m able, I’m perfectly happy to put in a repeat performance.”
Chapter Nine
The sun poured through the window as Clem awoke and tried to place where she was. She blinked and looked around her, taking in the discarded clothes and male body snoring gently beside her.
Nate.
She smiled. It had definitely been a good night. Clem propped herself up on one elbow and watched Nate as he slept. His dirty blonde hair was mussed up and his jaw was beginning to darken. The sheet draped loosely around his waist and she spotted the tiny tattoo of the word ‘India’ by his hipbone. Was that somewhere he’d visited and been really taken with? They hadn’t really spoken about travel. In fact, the previous evening they hadn’t spoken much at all.
Clem was surprised at herself for sleeping with someone so quickly. In the past, it had taken several dates and dinners before she even considered it. She didn’t know why it was different with Nate. He stirred and blinked in much the same way she had.
“Morning, gorgeous.” A slow smile spread across his face.
He reached out and slid a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him for a kiss.
“Hey yourself.”
His fingers traced a path along her shoulder and down her side, his thumb brushing against the curve of her breast.
“We should probably go,” she murmured, as his hand moved lower.
“We should,” Nate agreed, his lips following the same line his fingers had. “Just a few more minutes…”
Reluctantly, Clem pushed Nate away. “Um, we both have to get home and I seem to remember someone ripping my knickers off last night. I don’t really fancy going commando in leather jeans and I don’t have any tit tape to keep me decent.”
Nate laughed, a low, throaty sound. “You were anything but decent last night, Clementine Cameron.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.” She laughed back at him, leaning in for another kiss.
He rolled her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress by her wrists, his dick hard again, teasing her. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I’m not…”
All thoughts of heading home disappeared from her head as Nate slid into her. Their moment was disturbed by a knock on the door and a shout claiming to be from housekeeping. They both sat up and Clem clutched the sheet to her chest.
“Oh, sorry, madam, sir,” stuttered the housekeeper. “I thought you had already left. Check out is ten o’clock.”
“Shit, what time is it?” Clem reached for her phone only to find it dead.
Nate found his instead. “Quarter to eleven. Wow, we slept late.”
Underneath the sheet, Nate’s hand slid up Clem’s thigh and insinuated its way between her legs. Clem jiggled about, trying to move away from him, her gaze fixed on the housekeeper.
“If you can be out within the next half an hour, we won’t have to charge you for another night.” The housekeeper stood firm. “I’ll be back to check.” She left the room, closing the door behind her.
“What the hell am I going to do?” wailed Clem. “I have no underwear and no clothes to wear. I can’t go home like this!”
Nate’s gaze raked over her bare skin. “Oh, I don’t know…”
She threw a pillow at him. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Okay, here’s a solution. I can give you either my t-shirt or shirt, but you’ll have to go naked underneath. Hopefully it’s not too cold out, otherwise these will give you away.”
