Page 66 of Devious Eyes
I pick out a necklace that was part of a collection on display in Venice. The items had been travelling on a world exhibition, but the museum in Venice was the weak link. The dozen other items have already been passed on or remade by Christophe.
“Here.” I throw the necklace across the room to Nate whose stunned face proves he can display an emotion other than concern.
“Gabby, cut the crap.”
“I stole this earlier this year. There were two of us on this one in Venice. This is only worth thirty maybe forty thousand euro. But it was a piece of royal history. The baguette cut diamonds are hundreds of years old.”
“You stole this in Venice?”
“Yes. The museum had a dated security set up, and the CCTV was still analogue. It was the perfect opportunity.” Nate huffs out and goes out to the table. The click of his lighter tells me he’s smoking. “Not in my house,” I yell, storming into the living room after him. “Did you even come to bed last night?” My voice is softer than I’d like.
“No. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
His eyes burn into me, daring me to push him any further. He cocks his finger at me and beckons me to turn around. He lifts the necklace over my head and sets it in place at the base of my throat. All I have on are my underwear and a loose T-shirt, and the room suddenly heats at his gaze.
As his fingers brush my hair aside, my skin breaks out in goose bumps. As soon as his hands are on me, the tension eases, and I’m immediately calmed. I know he feels the same way. His deep breath is soulful, and I want to ease the worry from his mind.
I turn in his arms and raise my hands over his chest, reaching around his neck and pulling him to my lips. It’s slow and lazy, everything a kiss between lovers should be in the morning.
“Umm. That’s better. Can we leave the computers and the phones today?”
“I’m sure Quinn will phone. You might be able to distract me, though.” He smiles for the first time in god knows how long. It’s full of the dirt I’ve grown to love about him.
“If you’re quick, and naked.”
I giggle a little, enjoying his watch over me. “Shower then bed for you. You need to sleep. What good are you to me if you can’t even stay awake?” I ask, running my hands down to his and leading him back into the bedroom. My fingers make swift work of removing his jeans, shirt and jumper while he helps himself to my body. I keep the necklace on, feeling overly ostentatious with the costume piece around my neck.
“Shower sex it is then.”
My shower isn’t the grand, walk-in feature that Nate has, but with his hands running across my body, I don’t want space. I want him to be as close to me as possible.
The warm spray douses our bodies but does nothing to quench the desire between us. My hands run over Nate’s broad shoulders, marvelling at the dips as his muscles bunch to hold me tight. He presses my back against the tile and hitches my leg around his waist, leaving me balanced on my toes as I try to ensure we stay as connected as possible. His lips grow demanding, urgent, and my mind has no room to dwell on the outside. In here, in this space, it’s just us.
“Don’t tease me, Nate. Please.” I wish I didn’t sound like I’m begging.
“Remember. Do as you’re told.” My head bobs in response. “Turn around. Brace yourself on the wall.”
The way he says the word brace sends a shiver through my limbs, but I do as instructed. My back arches up to meet his touch as he runs his hand down my spine, and I’m desperate for more. Not seeing what he’s doing adds to the need that suddenly consumes me. It’s palpable. Heady. And every nerve in my body is ready to snap as I pant through the seconds of waiting. The water steadily drips from my hair, now hanging in wet swathes past my face.
And then I feel him. He presses his cock to my entrance before grabbing both my hips to the point of pain. My fingers slide against the wet tile in an attempt to gain further purchase but fail.
Nate kicks his hips forward, seating himself deep in my core, and the gasp I let out is automatic.
“Lock your arms out,” he grunts, teeth biting into the back of my neck.
I press up and lock my elbows just in time to hold against his onslaught. No gentle, no slow. He powers into me, back and forth, over and over without giving me time to do anything but take it.
“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?” Nate’s voice rasps in the humid air.
It’s pure domination, and usually something I hate, but with Nate it turns my insides to mush and sets a quiver in my stomach. “Mine.”
I inch my feet wider, needing to feel more of him and let him have whatever this is for him. It’s rougher than normal, harsher, and his tone is laced with possession.
He groans as he tightens his grip on me to the point of bruising, fingers digging into my flesh and forcing me closer to the wall. It makes me near delirious, as my cheek begins to squash onto the tiles, arms giving in at his continued pace. My climax builds through my body, every muscle ready to tense and snap with pleasure. It’s too much. My pants become gulps and I moan in pleasure, trying to stop myself from collapsing as my legs begin to shake.
“Hold it back. Fuck, Gabby. Take. Me.” He punctuates his words with force, hitting me in just the right spot to build my orgasm further. “Wait. For. Me.”
“I’m gonna come, pleeasseee.” I hold my breath, focusing on the ache in my shoulders to stave off my climax as I listen to his groans.
