Page 65 of Ace of Spades
CHAPTER TWENTY
Taylor hadn’t taken two steps inside Nate’s condo when he had her up against the wall, his body pressed hard on hers.
“Is this what you want?” he said, staring down at her.
“Yes, but I don’t want to think. About anything.” She brushed her thumb over his bottom lip. “Tonight, I’m at your mercy. I want it down and dirty, hot and hard.”
“Mother of God, woman, you’re killing me.”
His mouth took hers in a crushing kiss. It was impossible to think when he was devouring her as if she were the air he needed to breathe. A kiss so demanding that there wasn’t room in her mind for anything else but him and his mouth. He put his hand on her neck, splaying his fingers, holding her in place. His other hand drifted down to her hip, and he splayed his fingers there, too. All too soon, he stepped back, leaving her gasping for air.
“Take off your jacket, Taylor.”
She slipped it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
His gaze went to her shoulder holster. “I never did get to see you wearing your gun on your thigh. That’s on my bucket list.” Heunstrapped the holster, then set it on the kitchen counter. Facing her again, he said, “Blouse next.”
That rough voice, full of command, sent heat spiraling through her. She reached for the top button, her gaze locked on his. His eyes followed her progress as she made her way down her top. With each button undone, his eyes grew darker, smokier.
“Drop it.”
She let the blouse slide to the floor.
“Pants next.”
There was something about undressing to his orders while he stayed fully clothed that she found surprisingly erotic. Surprising because she was a woman who liked to be in control, so turning that over to a man shouldn’t excite her. Maybe it was only because it was Nate giving those orders. And because of the heat simmering in his eyes. Or the way his hands flexed at his sides, as if he were dying to touch her.
She toed off her shoes before stepping out of her pants. There was a moment when she wished she had on a pretty dress and sexy shoes instead of what Nate had always called her FBI uniform. But by the way he was looking at her—as if he were about to eat her alive—it didn’t appear her clothes were a problem for him.
“Damn, tiger. You in those pink panties and bra is my new wet dream.” His gaze roamed over her body, then he lifted his eyes to hers. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
“Blush,” she said. “The color is blush, not pink.” Every nerve ending in her body hummed with need as she obeyed. How had he brought her to this state with nothing more than a few commands and scorching looks? When her palms were flattened on the wall, she glanced over her shoulder, waiting for his next command.
He stepped up behind her and put his hands over hers, trapping her to the wall. “Blush. Pink. Doesn’t matter the color. It’s you in them. Do you even have an inkling of how hot you are?” he rumbled into herear. He stroked his finger over hers. “When I tell you to come for me, you’re going to obey.”
She whimpered when he pressed hard against her back, the pressure of his erection and the friction of the material of his jeans rubbing over her skin, sending desire spiraling through her.
He scraped his teeth over her bare shoulder, and when she trembled, he said, “You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Keep your hands on the wall.” He slid his palms down her arms, raising goosebumps as his hands moved over her, finally reaching her breasts. He cupped them, one in each hand. When he slid his thumbs inside her bra, teasing her nipples, she moaned.
“Please, Nate.”
“Hush. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Just feel.”
White-hot pleasure was what she was feeling. Noises she’d never made before sounded in her ears when his fingers found their way down to her core, tangling in her curls. Already on the edge, she jerked when he stroked a finger inside her.
He stilled. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”
At another deep stroke, she bit down on her bottom lip.
“Beg me to let you come, Taylor,” he whispered into her ear.
“You said not to talk.”
He chuckled. “Can’t help rebelling, can you? You have my permission to beg.”
