Page 21 of Tempting the Player
He frowns. “Okay?” He looks vulnerable, but there’s hope there, too.
I nod and give him a small smile. “Okay… we can see where this goes.” I lean in to kiss him again, now not caring that everyone can see. My other arm goes around his neck, and I sink into him. Our kiss gets hungrier, and my tongue meets his, at which he growls into my mouth. His hands run up and down my back against my bare skin, making it burn and come alive. This man can kiss.
We break off from the kiss and stare at each other again. I smile at him, and he smiles back.
“That was pretty romantic, what you just did.”
“Yeah? I made a total fool of myself, and the lads are never going to let me forget it. I'm totally pussy whipped.”
I shrug, “That’s what makes it romantic.”
He leans into me. “You look fucking gorgeous tonight. I've had to force myself not to stare at you all night. When Jackocame over to you, I felt like throwing him across the room – and he’s a mate.”
“You look pretty sexy yourself,” I whisper. His eyes darken, and he leans in to kiss me again.
When we break off again, I say to him, “Do you want to come and sit with us?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Hell yes, I do!”
I laugh and grab his hand. “Come on.”
I led him to the table and introduced him to everyone.
Karen speaks first, of course, as always. “Nice move there, Nathan. Not many women could have resisted that - straight ones anyway.” She smiles at him and winks – hmmm . . . maybe he’s won her over.
Greg pats him on the back and says, “I've been there, mate, I feel for you.” Nathan laughs at him and shakes his head.
He gets along well with them...fits right in. We keep making eye contact, and he keeps his hand on my knee the whole time he’s talking and strokes it with his thumb. It's driving me wild. I'm going home with him tonight, no question . . . I want him.
I lean in to say in his ear, out of everyone’s earshot. “Can I stay at yours tonight?”
He sighs and bites his lip, which immediately makes me regret asking.
I shake my head, “Doesn’t matter, forget I asked.” I’m an idiot.
He grabs hold of my hand. “Kate, I would love you to come back to mine, and I’d love you to stay the night with me, in my bed. But I meant every word up there on that stage. I'm crazy about you, and I'm going to show you that this is not only about sex. So yes, please come home with me - I would fucking love you to - but we won’t be having sex.”
Wow, he’s taking this respect thingveryseriously. I like it... But I don’t like it. I like it because it shows he does like me, but I hate it because I need him inside of me.
I nod, “Ok, I understand. So, can we go soon?”
He laughs, “The thought of you... in my bed? Oh, we’re going now! Just because we can’t have sex doesn’t mean I can't do other things to make you scream, and I want that to be happening within the hour.”
Mmm, so do I!
Chapter 9
We say goodbye to everyone and get into a taxi. He holds my hand the whole way back to his place. It’s weird but nice. It’s been a long time since I've been in this situation with a man. One where it’s about more than just sex. I'm scared - opening myself up to another man like this after Patrick - but if I never take the risk, I’ll never find out.
Once we’re inside his house, he leads me through to the kitchen - he lifts me and places me on the worktop as if I weigh nothing. He fixes us a drink and walks back to me, puts both of the drinks on the counter, and places his hands at each side of me, just touching my thighs.
I open my legs to let him fit inside them and put my hands on his head to stroke his gorgeous hair. He closes his eyes. I lean in and kiss each eyelid in turn before placing my lips on his. He kisses me back roughly, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to meet mine - I groan, which makes him grab my thighs and slide them forward to the edge of the worktop. He strokes my legs towards my knees until he gets to the hem of my dress, and slides his hands inside so his rough hands are on my bare thigh, causing my whole body to tremble. He breaks off from kissing me, breathing quickly.
“We may not be having sex tonight, but Iamgoing to make you come... hard.” He says, grinning roguishly at me. He reaches up behind my neck to untie my dress and peels it down, revealing my bare breasts.
He takes a sharp breath in. “Beautiful.” He whispers, shaking his head and then, almost to himself, he whispers, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He leans forward and takes one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on my nipple and lightly biting it, sending shivers allthrough me. He places his hand on my other breast, kneading it and tweaking my nipple with his fingers. I arch my back into him, pressing them further into his hand and mouth. His mouth on me is electrifying my whole body - it comes alive at his touch. I’m wet for him. I throw my head back and groan as his fingers move to the inside of my thighs, forcing them to spread wider for him to have access. His fingers move up to touch me at my most sensitive spot, and when he realises I have no underwear on, he groans loudly.
