Page 18 of Nathan
Sexy
Serena
The alcohol in my bloodstream made me giggle low as I considered all the naughty things I wanted to do with Nathan.
It was so freeing to be with a guy who was in on my scam relationship with Storm.
After freshening up my make-up and perfume, I brushed my teeth again, put on music, and sat on my bed waiting for Nathan. Out of habit, I spun the fake engagement ring on my finger before looking down.
“Argh.” I pulled it off and placed it behind my book on the nightstand feeling a little nervous.
Nathan was different than other men. He didn’t worship me, shower me with compliments, or show any interest in my movies, my co-stars, or how much money I made. If anything, Nathan seemed a little reserved as if he wasn’t quite sure I was worth putting up with the circus that came with my lifestyle. And his sexy British accent was like a cherry on top of all the deliciousness that was Nathan Robertson.
A knock on my door released a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. I hurried to open the door with a sensual smile.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Nathan smiled back at me.
Opening the door up wider, I took a step back to let him in. Nathan closed the door behind him and studied me for a second.
“I thought you wanted to change into jeans and a hoodie.”
“Oh.” My brow rose up. Had I misread his signals?
“Unless you don’t want to see Temple Bar.” Nathan’s eyes fell to my lips as we stood in the entrance area of the suite.
“I… I…” Wetting my lips, I looked deep into his eyes. It had been almost a full year since I’d been with a man and Nathan had me so hot and bothered that I wanted to rip his clothes off.
Taking one step closer, Nathan dipped his head and sounded hoarse when he spoke. “We don’t have to leave this room if there are other things you’d rather do.”
My body answered for me when I reached out and curled my fingers around the fabric of his shirt. It made him cup my face and back me up against the wall. He was staring into my eyes with questions that he didn’t put into words.
My pulling on his shirt was all it took for Nathan to kick into high gear, and once he unleashed his desire, it was everything I’d dreamed it would be. His kisses were rough and demanding. He picked me up on his hips and pressed me against the wall.
“Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?” he muttered in between kissing me.
“What’s wrong with sexy?”
His hands fisted into my hair, and in another rough movement, Nathan forced my head back and looked at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re making me fucking lose my mind.”
His dirty talk excited me. “Mhmm.”
Pulling my head to the side, Nathan licked my neck and growled against my ear. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“So bad.” I leaned my head back, consumed by the raw desire for this strong man who didn’t worship me as a movie star but saw me as a woman.
“I’m going to have to punish you for what you’ve done.”
I was still in my dress, but my nipples were stone hard, and my core molten with lust. No one had ever spoken to me like this, and it was so arousing that Nathan had me panting just from kissing him.
“Yes, punish me.”
Carrying me to the bed, Nathan dropped me and stood towering over me for a second before he ordered, “Take off your dress.”
I moved up to sit on my knees while looking up at him. The music was slow and seductive when my fingers played with the hem of my dress before I pulled it up inch by inch.
Nathan didn’t blink. His mouth was a little open, and his chest rose and fell as he watched me.
