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And then it happens.

Although he doesn’t pull me closer. Instead, he moves closer to me, forcing me to step back until the door stops me. My heart pounds, and before I can comprehend what he’s doing, his mouth is on mine. I let out an audible moan at the contact. Our tongues volley back and forth, and my arms wrap around him. His body presses against me, the wooden door against my back. Nate’s sandalwood scent is like an aphrodisiac, and combined with this passionate kiss, all I want is to go back to his hotel room. Now.

Nate pulls back way too soon but rests his forehead against mine. “I’m not hungry for dinner,” he says, his voice low and sexy. “I want you.”

I feel the wetness pooling at my core. Relief and nervousness wash over me simultaneously. Thank goodness he feels the same as me and wants to skip dinner, but that also means sex is coming sooner than later. I just hope my lack of experience isn’t a disappointment to him.

Nodding, I whisper, “I want you, too.”

Nate’s lips crash to mine again, but only briefly before he pulls away and takes my hand. “Let’s go.”

U2 plays on the car stereo as we drive to his hotel. We don’t talk much, just listen to the music. Before I know it, he’s parking at The Pioneer. I exit the SUV, then Nate and I walk hand in hand to the old building. I love the feeling of his warm, strong hand in mine, and I can’t wait to feel his hands caress the rest of my body.

We enter the building, and Nate leads me past the lobby and up the grand staircase to the second floor. We walk down the hallway before he stops in front of the door labeled Cecelia, unlocks the door, then ushers both of us inside.

Idly, I notice the historical décor in the room and the Victorian-style bed, but I don’t have time to admire it. Nate throws his keys on a table, then stalks toward me. I drop my purse on the floor and wonder what I’m in for tonight. My heart races in anticipation as Nate stops in front of me. Looking into his eyes, I suck in a breath as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, lowering his mouth to mine. My eyes close as our lips make contact. Nate kisses me as if his life depends on it, and I pour all my feelings into this kiss. I want Nate—I’ve wanted him since the day he walked into my bar—and I’m not going to take this opportunity for granted. I’m going to give Nate my all.

Without breaking our kiss, he leads us to the bed. Before I know it, I’m lying on my back with Nate hovering over me, peppering kisses down my neck.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says before pulling my shirt up and lifting it over my head.

After dropping my shirt on the floor, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans, undoes them, then rids me of those as well. I’m left lying in front of him wearing only my bra and underwear, and I feel exposed. Nate stands next to the bed, gawking at me. I’ve never had a man look at me with such desire before.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers before crawling over me, our faces just centimeters apart, looking into each other’s eyes. “You’re so sexy, Shawna.” He plants a sweet kiss on my lips, then my cheek, my neck, down to my collarbone, and then the top of my breast.

The contact sends a shiver through my body. He looks at me with hooded eyes before pulling my bra cups down, exposing my breasts, and I squirm under him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls before lowering his mouth to one and sucking it into his mouth. My back arches, and I let out a small moan. His tongue swirls my nipple, and I tug on his hair. This feels exquisite, the pleasure shooting straight to my core, making my pussy throb. Nate’s hand begins massaging my other breast, and I swear I could explode just from this alone.

But then he stops all too soon. I look at him, wondering what he’ll do next, but I don’t have to wait long to find out. My whole body feels hot, but a chill runs through it as Nate wraps his hands around my panties and slides them down my legs. I’m nearly panting, my heaving chest visible as I look at Nate at the edge of the bed. He stands and begins to take off his own clothes, and I lean up on my elbows to get a better view. His body is fit and sexy—better than I imagined—and I silently thank my lucky stars for sending this man into my life.

When Nate is left in nothing but his black boxer briefs, he smirks as he begins to pull them down. His cock springs free, and I crack a smile at the sight of him. Standing in all his glory, Nate is a Greek god, and his perfect, thick, long cock stands at attention, just begging to be touched.

At that moment, I realize I’m staring, and I hope Nate doesn’t think I’m weird for doing so. I close my eyes and clear my throat, and when I open them again, I find Nate crawling back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs,” he says as his hands push them apart and he settles between them. My core is wet and throbbing with anticipation as I watch him lower his head and his tongue makes contact with my pussy. My head falls back, and I let out a moan as his tongue swirls between my folds, and I can’t lie still. This feels like heaven, and I know it won’t be long before I come. Closing my eyes, I forget everything except the sweet sensations that are building, driving me wild.

Once he finds my clit, it’s game over. I try not to scream as my body comes undone. Nate doesn’t let up, which keeps my orgasm going and going. My hands claw at the bedspread, and I can’t stay still. Nate tethers me, holding my thighs, and my back bows off the bed. When he finally lets up, my eyes flutter open, and I lift my head to look at him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and his lips curl into a smile.

“Did you like that?” he asks as he crawls over me. His arms hold him up, hovering above me, looking down at me as if he’s proud of his work. “You’re soaking wet. Did you come good?”

I can’t help but smile. Nodding, I reply, “That felt incredible.”

Nate leans down to whisper in my ear, “You taste incredible.” Then he reaches over to the bedside table for something, and when he sits back, straddling me, I see it’s a condom. Quickly, he unwraps it, tosses the wrapper aside, then slides it onto his cock. He leans over me again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, baby.”

Same. I’ve been waiting for this moment with Nate, too. He lowers his head to kiss me, and I taste my pussy on his lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I feel him insert a finger as our kiss intensifies. I squirm at the contact, then enjoy the sensations of his ministrations. My body is still singing from my orgasm, and the rhythm of his skillful fingers could make me come again.

Just as the feeling builds, though, he stops. He pulls his lips away from mine, and I watch as he aligns his cock at my entrance. My eyes close as he begins to slide inside, nice and slow. Nate brushes my hair back from my face, and I open my eyes to look at him just as he sinks all the way into me. The feeling is overwhelming, physically and emotionally. His body feels amazing, and I feel incredibly lucky to be sharing this moment with Nate. And the way he’s looking down into my eyes as if I’m something precious takes my breath away.

He kisses me once more, then starts to pump in and out. His cock hits me deep, and I can’t control my moans and gasps as he pleasures my body over and over. This experience is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t want it to stop. My hands claw at his back. Nate moans and grunts, obviously enjoying himself as well.

Before I know it, I feel my orgasm building again. His cock rubs and hits all the right spots, and it feels so good, I can’t control myself. Nate lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks, and it sets me off. I call out his name as my body shakes beneath him, writhing in pleasure. Suddenly, Nate grunts out and stills his movements.

“Fuck, Shawna!” he calls out as he comes deep inside me.

As we both regain ourselves, I run my fingers through Nate’s hair. He looks down at me and kisses my lips. “Sorry,” he says.

Confusion washes over me. “Sorry? For what?”

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