Page 79 of Bossy Wicked Prince
“No, you’re not.” He pulls the plates out of my hands. “I want you to sit down and relax. Have a glass of wine. Let me take care of everything.”
“But—”
“I’m supposed to be giving you a night of relaxation. So sit down and let me spoil you before I tie you to the chair,” he says playfully.
I bite my lip. It goes against all my instincts to just sit and watch when I could be helping, but maybe Nate’s onto something. Every time he’s offered to take care of things for me, it’s left me feeling precious and cared for. Maybe I should just sit back and let him.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing my half-full glass of wine.
I take a seat at the table and watch while Nate blows out the candles and brings the dishes over to the sink. And I…hate it. I hate just sitting around when I could be useful. It’s one thing to have Nate praising me and kissing me and making me feel all melty. But being spoiled by being lazy isn’t quite my thing.
Well, Nate can clean off the table. That doesn’t mean I have to just sit here.
Standing, I undo the first few buttons. When Nate turns around to get the glasses, his eyes widen with surprise.
“What are you doing, Kitten?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Getting ready.” I undo one button after another until my cardigan falls open. I slide it off my shoulders, dropping it on the ground. Nate’s eyes are fixed on my bared skin, and my breasts feel hot and heavy under his gaze. I take my bra off next so he can see my peaked nipples. I’m gratified to see his cock hardening under his trousers.
“Damn, Kitten,” he breathes, frozen in place. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
My skin heats at his words and I raise my brows in challenge. “Don’t you have more cleaning to do?”
Nate takes a shuddering breath. He reaches for the glasses, and I make a show of sliding my hands down my stomach toward the edge of my jeans. His hand spasms in midair, like he can barely resist reaching for me instead.
He does resist, though, hurriedly taking everything he can reach to the kitchen. He’s keeping his mind on his work, but I’m wondering if I can make him quit altogether.
I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and slide them down along with my underwear. Stepping out of them, I run my hands over my hips. It feels amazing, with my skin so sensitized by the cool air and my awareness of Nate.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I play with my breasts, gently squeezing the sensitive flesh and grazing the tips of my fingers over my nipples. His gaze darkens, fixated on my hands until he abandons the dishes with a clatter.
When I reach between my legs, it feels so good that I can’t stop my moan.
And the sound of it is all it takes for Nate’s iron composure to finally break.
With a sweep of his arm, he sends half the flowers and plates on the table crashing to the floor. I cringe at the sound of shattering glass. Before I can stop him, he shoves the rest of it off until the table’s empty. He turns to me with fire in his gray eyes.
“I’m done waiting,” he says before he hauls my body against his. Our mouths crash into each other in a storm of tongues and teeth, consuming each other. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me, laying me down on top of the table. He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs on top of me.
“You make me crazy, Kitten,” he says, and steals my breath when he kisses me again. His hands move hungrily over my body, sliding over my sides and kneading my breasts. It’s like there’s not a single inch of me he wants to leave untouched. All his careful control is gone now, leaving passion in its wake.
I can’t believeI’mthe one to make him like this. That putting on a show undressing for him made the unflappable Nate Walsh this feral. It makes me feel powerful and desirable, in a way I never have before.
My fingers move eagerly over the muscles on his back and arms, tracing every groove. He feels so solid and strong, a body built through hours spent at the gym. Nate doesn’t do anything halfway—he’s devoted to working just as hard on his body as at his job. As much as I love the way his body feels, I’d be just as attracted to him if he spent a few of those gym days on the couch. Or hell, I’ll volunteer to step in as a human dumbbell. He can lift me as much as he wants.
When I tear my mouth from Nate’s to take a ragged breath, he kisses the side of my face and down my neck and collarbone before moving even further down. He wraps his lips around my nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. “I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters. “I don’t think I ever will.”
His praise makes me shiver just as much as his touch. I wrap my legs around his waist, lining up my seeping pussy with his cock. I grind myself against his length, moaning at the delicious friction.
“You’re making me so hard, soaking my cock like that,” Nate croons. “I love how wet you get for me.”
I know I need to get warmed up if I’m going to take Nate’s cock, but his praise makes me impatient. I want him inside me, filling me,now.I reach between us to angle his cock toward my entrance, but he stops me with a shake of his head.
“Not yet.”
He flips me over so I’m the one on top of him, and he stares up at me with hooded eyes.
“Be a good girl and climb up on my face, Kitten. I want to feast on you.”
