Page 121 of Brooklynaire
He says nothing in reply. But in four strides he’s rounded the desk to reach me. His kiss is like a sudden storm blowing out of nowhere. Fast andfierce.
It takes me a moment to get into the swing of things. But a kiss that hungry can’t go to waste. I lift my chin and return fire. And I grip the back of his neck to encouragehim.
Nate makes a low, greedy sound deep in his chest. I feel it everywhere. It resonates in the same dark corner of my subconscious where my wildest fantasies live. That must be why I break our kiss and do something I never expected to do in real life—I reach down and press the button on Nate’s desk—the one that locks thedoor.
His eyes flare and his chest heaves, as if he’s run five fast miles on that treadmill in thecorner.
And then he attacks me. There’s no other word that fits. His mouth and his hands are all over me, and we’re in motion. The backs of my knees hit the sofa against the wall, and we tumble ontoit.
Nate’s chest is a wall of heat, and his mouth is everywhere—my neck, my jaw, my throat. I’m overwhelmed by him, and it’s heady stuff. When his hand slips between my legs, I clench my thighs inanticipation.
This is startlingly like my dirtiest fantasies, except… “Nate?”
He grunts in answer, his tongue plunging into myear.
“Are youokay?”
“No.” He lifts my dress, and somehow my heels haven’t fallen off yet. I hope the man doesn’t stab himself. “Need you,” he says, his voicehusky.
“Have me,” Igasp.
About two seconds later I’ve been stripped of my panties and one shoe. Nate frees his cock with the haste of someone exiting a burning building. Then he grabs my free leg, positions my bent knee under his arm, and enters me with one long, hardplunge.
Only then does he go still. Finally he meets my eyes. His are beautiful and brown and worried. I give him the best smile I can muster, though I’m winded and a little stunned. He exhales slowly, settling onto his forearms. That’s when I get another kiss. Softer, but no less urgent. Our tongues meet, and our teeth clickgently.
“Yeah,” he pants, moving against me. He retreats and then fillsme.
My skin flashes with heat and then goosebumps. I’ve never felt so many sensations in so short a time, and the pace he sets isunceasing.
He’s beautiful, panting in his dress shirt, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Bec,” hegroans.
I squeeze him with my body and he makes a noise like a tortured beast. It’s raw and desperate and God knows why that sound makes me climax. But a minute later I’m biting down on my lip to keep quiet as I shudder aroundhim.
And it’s as if Nate can finally let go of whatever is torturing him. He catches himself on his forearms, and his face falls into my neck. “Fuck,” he whispers, as he slows his thrusts. I feel him clench and shudder. And at last,relax.
Silence follows. We try to slow our breathing, but it isn’teasy.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his lips against myskin.
“Don’t be sorry,” I whisper immediately. “That was prettyexciting.”
“No. I know. I’m…” He curses. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’m about to cause you. And for pinning you to my sofa before explainingmyself.”
With one lazy hand, I smooth down his hair. “How bad could it be after that,right?”
I wait for his laugh, because Nate always laughs when we’re in bed. He gets lighter, and his smile isboyish.
But not today. He disengages us with a sigh. Then he actually lifts me to my feet and sets me gently down on the rug. “I made a mess of you.” He smooths my dress. “Your dress is so pretty,too.”
I look down, having forgotten that I was all dolled up, and that I came here to explain my visit to Manhattan. But now I’m thinking it can wait. “Tell me what’s the matter.” His shirt is askew so I fix it while he tucks his cock away in histrousers.
“Let’s sit.” He looks at the sofa with an expression of trepidation. “Huh. Come over here.” He grabs one of his visitor chairs and turns it to face the otherone.
I use that moment to grab my panties and yank them on. Locating my shoes, I sit down in onechair.
We’re face to face, and Nate puts his palms on my knees. “Remember when I said I wasn’t that complicated? Swear to God I thought it was true. I have a confession tomake.”
My stomach rolls, because the look on his face isdire.
