Page 92 of Reputation (Tempt)

My eyes tracked his face. The chiseled lines I knew so well. Those full lips. His broad shoulders and narrow waist. I tried to memorize the feel of his skin on mine. The sight of his body—full of desire for me.

His cock was wedged between my thighs, and I moaned when he ground into me. The friction was almost enough, but not quite.

“Why do you love to torture me?” I asked, arching my hips. Seeking more.

“Me?” he asked, rolling us so I was on top. “You’re the one who prances aroundmyhouse in those barely there workout shorts.”

“I—” I smoothed my hands down his chest, distracted by all the bare, glorious skin beneath my hands. “I’m an athlete.”

“I know,” he said. “And I love that about you. But do you have to wear so little clothing?”

I laughed, sliding along his length. “I didn’t realize it bothered you. I didn’t realize you even noticed.”

His breathing was erratic, the grip on my hips tightening. “Fuck me, Em.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I sank down on his cock.

He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure when he was buried deep inside me. And when he opened them again, his gaze was intense as he cupped my cheek. “I notice everything about you. I always have.”

He wasn’t supposed to say things like that. Not when we’d agreed this was temporary. But I couldn’t bring myself to remind him of that. Not when he was so deep inside me that I didn’t know where I ended and he began. Not when he was looking at me as if I was his entire world. And not when he began to thrust, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Holy…” I shuddered, overwhelmed by the riot of sensations.

“That’s it.” He rested his hand at the base of my throat. “God, you feel so good, Em. Just like I knew you would.”

I still couldn’t get over the fact that he’d wanted me. All this time,Natehad wantedme. I shuddered.

He used his other hand to play with my clit, driving up into me with slow yet forceful movements. Despite his seeming control, I knew he was close to snapping. It was clear in the way he clenched his teeth, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

I smoothed my hands over his chest then leaned back to fondle his balls. He froze, and when I looked back at his face, his eyes were closed. His mouth pinched shut.

“Did I?—”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled it around to place it on his chest over his heart. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight. And if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Good.” I smirked.

“No.” He shook his head, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto him harder. Faster. “Not until I make you come at least one more time. If not two.” The determined set to his jaw told me not to argue. And it wasn’t like I was going to anyway. If the man wanted to give me three orgasms, who was I to complain?

I basked in his attention. In the way his eyes locked on mine. Our bodies connected and in sync. My own racing toward my next orgasm with every swivel of my hips.

“That’s it, Em,” he rasped. “Ride my cock.”

Oh god. Those words. From his mouth.

This was better than any of the fantasies I’d had about Nate. He was so…engaged. So in tune with my needs even now, using his thumb to circle my clit.

There was a rush of sensation, and I convulsed with pleasure. His stomach tightened, as did his grip on my hips, almost to the point of pain. But then his face contorted, and he shattered.

Of all the looks I’d seen on Nate’s face, this one was my favorite. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything more beautiful than the sated, dazed expression he currently wore. Especially since I knew I was responsible for it.

He held me close, running his hand down my spine. It felt so normal. So right. He kissed the top of my head then went to dispose of the condom.

When he returned to the bed, he immediately pulled me into his arms. And as I lay there, listening to his heartbeat, I didn’t know how I’d ever be the same. How I’d ever walk away when this inevitably ended.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

“That meal was delicious,” I said as Nate slid his hand into mine. The hallway was empty. No one was around to watch. But he’d taken my hand all the same. “Thank you.”

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