by Lia Lee
"You feel so good, Natalie," Nathan murmured. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?"
She made a small sound of need as he ran almost maddeningly ticklish fingers over her ribs and down to the waistband of her jeans.
"So good, you feel so good," she whimpered, and he laughed a little, the sound echoing through his frame.
"Not yet," he said. "But you'll see how good I'll feel. First, though, I think I want you aching for it."
His plan soon became terribly clear. He touched her with the expertise of a master, but he danced just shy of allowing her any kind of satisfaction. With every touch and kiss, he was ratcheting her desire higher and higher. She could feel his hard frame pressed against her, so different from her own slight body, and it was slowly driving her crazy.
"P-please, Nathan," she murmured, embarrassed at her own need, but he refused to be hurried. At her words, it felt as if he was slowing down, and then slowing down again.
His touch felt so good, so amazingly good, that it took Natalie a moment to realize that he had stopped altogether. One arm was curled underneath her, the other rested heavily on her waist, still warm enough to make her squirm.
"Nathan?"
A snore was the only thing that answered her, and for a moment Natalie was simply too shocked to think of anything.
I don't know what it says about me that he fell asleep in the middle of that, she thought, but it really was too ludicrous. She stifled a giggle and thought about her situation.
He really is exhausted. If I go back to my room and catch some shut-eye myself, we can both be on London time. That would probably be for the best.
She started to rise from the bed, but then she squeaked as his arm tightened over her. Even asleep, Nathan was ferociously strong, and he dragged her against him, her back to his chest, his arm an iron band over her waist.
"Nathan," she whispered. "Nathan, let me up."
He stirred a little, but his only response was to cuddle her tighter.
Well, he'll probably relax his hold in a little bit, she thought. For reasons she couldn't quite explain to herself, she was loath to wake him.
Instead, Natalie snuggled down next to him, prepared to roll away when his grip loosened. At least, that was the way it was supposed to go. Instead, less than fifteen minutes later, her eyes grew heavy, and she dropped off to sleep herself. She couldn't help it. In his arms, there was a kind of sweetness and safety she had never known, and she could no more resist him than a daisy could resist being carried along by a fast-moving stream.
Chapter Four
Natalie awoke to the sound of singing. For a moment, she was back in college where a roommate had kept her alarm turned to the radio, but her college dorm room bed was barely a fourth of the size of the bed she slept on now, and she had never had silk sheets.
"What the..."
The memory of the night before came back to her, and she realized she was still fully clothed in Nathan's bed, though his side was conspicuously empty. The door to his bathroom was closed, however, and over the hiss of the shower, she could hear his surprisingly sweet baritone.
"Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin..."
She knew she should creep back to her own room, at least change out of last night's clothing, but instead she sat up in the bed and listened to Nathan sing.
He came out of the bathroom still singing, nothing but a towel around his hips, and he stilled, an eyebrow raised.
"I didn't think you would be up yet," he said. "Did I wake you?"
"No, but I like your singing." God, where did she look? She had just spent the night in bed with the man, but now it felt like far too much intimacy to look at him in his towel.
Get used to it, a small voice said. You're going to be getting a lot more intimate.
She could feel herself blush even harder at the errant thought, and almost as if he could hear what she was thinking, Nathan came to sit down beside her. Without thinking, she scooted away from him and then winced. When she glanced up at his face, she was relieved to see that there was no anger there.
"Having second thoughts, pet?"
She thought absently that his accent, faint as a ghost in the States, was stronger here. His eyes were as bright as ever, but there was a kindness to them that made her want to hide. She looked down at her hands knotted in her lap.
"No," she admitted. "I...I'm not having second thoughts. I guess I'm just not sure how to treat you, or even how you want to be treated..."
She was looking down, and so she didn't notice his approach. He cupped the back of her neck with his hand to keep her still, and his mouth dropped over hers. This kiss was almost shockingly sweet, even if there was that ever-present warmth to it, and it still took her breath away by the time he sat back, smiling with satisfaction.
"There," he said. "I like you well-kissed far more than I like you nervous."
"Well, thank you for that," she said with a slight smile. "But that doesn't explain what I'm meant to be doing..."
"I'll make it easy for you. Hang on."
She did allow herself to watch his broad, muscled back as he went to his bags tossed carelessly in the corner. He pulled out his wallet, and with a quick motion of his hand, he tossed something at her. She was surprised when the object landed lightly in her lap, a black credit card embossed with slick gold.
"Get yourself some clothes to wear, maybe a few toys to keep you entertained," he said. "Laptop, tablet, whatever. I'm actually in meetings today with some investors from Dubai, and I won't be back until late."
She stifled some of her disappointment that he wouldn't be around, because why would he? He wasn't here to date her, they were here to...
Her mind shied away, and she looked up, focusing on what he was talking about instead of the argument that occasionally raged in her mind.
"And I wouldn't want you to be bored. I should be back tonight around ten, maybe midnight at the latest."
"I'll be here when you get back," she said without thinking about it, and he grinned at her.
She had seen Nathan smile before, but this grin seemed to suck all of the air out of the room, leaving her gasping with breath that had been replaced with heat. There was something so hungry about it that she had to repress a whimper, and from the dark look that stole into his eyes, he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Good," he said, and she felt as frozen as a bunny as he stalked towards the bed. "Because last night, I disappointed myself. Believe me, I really had better plans than to eat the food that you had bought and to collapse on you snoring."
She blushed, and his grin widened.
"I'm not going to disappoint either of us tonight, Natalie. I think you should be ready for that. Rest up, if you have to."
She could feel her face flush with heat, and Nathan laughed, a warm rumble of sound she could almost feel as well as hear.
"Get going," he said not unkindly. "I need to dress, and I'll be honest, I might not stick with waiting until this evening if you're still around when I'm naked."
The sound that Natalie made was definitely not a squeak, and she scuttled out the door, his card in hand. She could hear his laugh echoing in her ears, and by the time she made it to her own room down the hall, her heart was beating faster.
"God," she whispered.
She had some idea what he meant about plans changing if she was around when he was naked, because she could feel herself wanting to change them too. She wished suddenly that she was back in his room, watching him strip that towel off, watching him approach her.
She shook her head, wondering at herself. She had never considered herself very passionate before, but apparently, Nathan was teaching her different.
She kept the door closed, because otherwise she might do something shocking, and resolutely, she took her shower and looked at the bag she had left on her unslept-in bed.
Oh. I think I can see why he might want me to go shopping for new clothes...
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sp; Her clothes from Chicago were serviceable enough, and they were as sturdy as her rudimentary mending skills could make them, but there was no denying the fact that she was a bit frumpy in them.
Now she was in London with whatever buying power an Irish billionaire's credit card could buy, and years of shopping the sales racks at the major department stores had left her completely unprepared.
What in the world am I going to do now? she wondered, and then inspiration struck.
Dressed in an oversized T-shirt and eating some leftover flatbread from the night before, she found her phone.
"Hi, Brooke? Yeah, it's me again, and I have a favor to ask. He got in just fine, and yeah, thanks for your help before..."
***
Life was apparently full of revelations for her right now, and Natalie wasn't sure she was ever going to get used to them. Unlike regular stores, where you tried on your clothes and then carried them out if they suited you, things worked different at the stores Brooke sent her to. They were in buildings that had brass plaques like "est. 1849" on them, they offered you snacks and expensive fruit juice, and when you had made a decision, they said they would be delivered in a few hours.
She had to admit that she had gone a little crazy. Natalie had always had a secret love of beautiful clothes, but her budget had always left her in bargain bin attire, even if she did take care to keep it clean and classy. Now, though, armed with Nathan's credit card, she could buy whatever caught her eye, whether it was silk, cashmere or wool.
She didn't get home until close to eight that night, and taking in all the clothes she had bought, she felt more than a little guilty. The arrangement said she would receive her two million dollars after their business was conducted, but that Nathan would look after her needs until then. She wasn't sure buying her an entire fall wardrobe was quite on the list of needs.
Brooke had been firm that's where Nathan often took women to buy their clothes, however, and though Brooke spoke blandly enough, Natalie had heard the implication. Nathan was known for glamorous mistresses, women who he spoiled and spent time with. She supposed she could count herself in that number, even if it stung a little.
"It's just business," she said to herself. "That's all it is."
Still, it didn't feel like business when she nervously took another shower before going out to look at her clothes again. Besides the stately shopping bags and boxes, there was another silver bag tastefully tied with black velvet ribbon that she kept returning to. It had been her last stop, but she had spent a fair amount of money there.
"Ugh, I can't take this," she finally said.
She dressed hurriedly, finishing in a long wrap dress that gave her a faintly Grecian look, falling in soft folds almost to her ankles. It was simple but amazingly soft, and she figured it would do well enough to greet Nathan in.
It was getting late, and she was nervous, but the thought occurred to her that the fridge was still empty and Nathan would be coming home late. She bit her lip, because it seemed suddenly presumptuous to worry about a man who was well-used to looking after himself. Finally, she tossed her head. If he didn't like it, he didn't have to eat it.
She had also bought herself a tablet, and she was catching up on world news when the door opened. She looked up and thought that it was curiously domestic to catch Nathan in the foyer, his jacket draped over his arm, his shirt collar undone and his sleeves rolled up.
"Did you order again?" he asked, faintly surprised.
"I did, but I already ate. I got hungry."
"Good, I don't want you to starve. That smells delicious."
"It's Vietnamese," she said with relief. "Sit down at the table, and I'll set you up."
He looked bemused, but he did as she said. Even after the way they had spent the night before, Natalie felt shockingly shy around him. She kept her eyes from his, instead talking about the shopping she had done as she set out his bowl of noodles and roast meat before drowning them in the aromatic broth and topping it all with sharp green herbs. She sat down with him as he ate, not surprised at all when he used chopsticks with skill.
"This is pretty good for London," he remarked. "Thank you."
She was smiling and ready to respond when he continued.
"You know I didn't bring you here for your homemaking skills, right?"
The words might have been harsh, but his tone was gentle. She glanced up at him, her hands tangling under the table.
"I know that," she said softly. "I know what we're doing tonight, and I...I want it. I just don't think there's any reason to...to ignore each other, is there? Not when we're both living here."
Nathan hesitated, and for the first time, it occurred to her that he was as lost in all of this as she was. He certainly didn't go around inviting strange women to bear his children for him.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," he said finally. "You're...you're sweet, God knows you're so beautifully sweet..."
"But I'm not the kind of girl you go after." She nodded. "I know."
He looked startled. "And how exactly do you know that?"
She shrugged. "I guess it's obvious, isn't it? I didn't know who you were when we met, but I knew of you, and after that meeting, I did my due diligence and looked you up online."
Nathan had a reputation as an unashamed playboy; nothing could have surprised her more than when he looked down with a hint of consternation. "I...suppose I have an idea of what you've seen..."
"And it doesn't bother me," Natalie said, aware that she was being perhaps a bit too firm. "I saw it, and if it had really bothered me, I wouldn't be here."
He looked startled at that, and she felt compelled to explain.
"The person you were a few years ago, who seemed to travel from big city to big city looking for the next bit of fun? I wouldn't be here for any amount of money. Over the last few years, everyone's talking about how dedicated you've become to your company and your legacy."
She paused.
"That was the man I wanted to help," she said quietly.
Nathan was so quiet that for a moment, she wondered if she had offended him. Then he reached across the table for her hand. She uttered a tiny, soft sigh of satisfaction at his warmth, and then he lifted her hand, turning it so the palm was facing up.
"Thank you," Nathan whispered, and then he leaned down to kiss her palm. The moment his lips touched the center of her palm, that electricity leaped between them again, as if their very touch was wild and almost unconstrained. Through slumberous, half-open eyes, Natalie could see he felt it too. His hand tightened convulsively around hers, as if he was afraid someone would try to take her away from him.
Then he rose to his full height, not letting go of her hand.
"We're going to bed now," he said roughly.
She started to respond, but he swept her up in his arms. She gasped at his strength, but he was already walking, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, sometimes stopping to drop a hurried kiss to her mouth or her brow as they walked. Nothing had changed, but he seemed almost desperate to possess her.
Natalie wondered if that should frighten her, but when she clung to him, an awakening heat inside her told her that she was really anything but frightened.
He carried her back to his bedroom, the one they had shared the night before. They had been too tired to do much more than sleep, but now Natalie knew things were different.
He laid her down on the bed, taking in her dress with approval.
"Good, you did as I said. You look beautiful."
Natalie started to stammer her thanks, but then he was undressing her with a deftness that only came of long experience.
"You're beautiful dressed. Naked, I know you'll be stunning."
She had never heard anyone say words like that to her before, and she was so dizzied with his praise that she totally forgot the other new items he was revealing. She remembered, however, when he tugged the dress down her shoulders and left her lying on the bedspread in her underthings.
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sp; "God, Natalie, you're killing me," he whispered.
Self-conscious, she fiddled with her bra strap uneasily. "Is...is it too much?"
She had thought she knew what she was doing in the exclusive little boutique set elegantly back from the main thoroughfare. There had been bustiers and merry widows in black and scarlet and cobalt blue, but she had wanted something simpler. The set she’d purchased was emerald green satin with just a subtle touch of black lace, real lace, soft and not scratchy. They cost more than a dozen similar sets from the department stores at home, but the difference was obvious. The scanty bra pushed her small breasts up, just barely covering the nipples underneath, and the panties were hardly more than a scrap of lace stretched over her hips and giving her curves that were far more womanly than she usually boasted.
Nathan laughed harshly, and she could hear the hunger in his tone. "Just enough, I would say. Just enough."
He pushed her onto her back, looming over her and blocking out the light from the only lit lamp. He kissed her mouth thoroughly, not satisfied until it was red and swollen with need. When he thrust his tongue between her lips, all she could imagine was him repeating the motion below. Her arms rose up to circle around his neck, desperate to keep him close. God, how could she be so desperate for him already? She had only known him for a few short weeks, and right now, she thought she might die if he didn't keep kissing her.
When Nathan moved away from her mouth, Natalie uttered a soft cry of protest. He chuckled a little, but the hoarseness in his tone betrayed his need.
"Don't worry, pet, I'm going to take very good care of you."
His mouth roved from her mouth to her ear, where his tongue caressing her lobe made her whimper in surprise. She lived in this body every day, and she’d had no idea how sensitive it could be under the right touch. The thought was at once distressing and engaging. She wanted to know what other keys Nathan might hold.
