Freya reached up on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck, thoroughly enjoying the unhurried, sensual embrace, threading her fingers through the short, damp hair at the nape of his neck. He moved his hands to her hips, then around to her butt, pulling back slightly as he found it bare, the shirt having risen up when she put her arms around him.
“Oh yeah,” he said enthusiastically.
She laughed as he cupped her butt cheeks with his hands and squeezed them gently while he pulled her to him. “You’re definitely an ass man, then?”
“You might change your mind in a few minutes when I get that top off,” he said, and they both laughed.
She ran her hands down from his shoulders, along his muscular arms, tracing the tattoo. Moving back, she gestured for him to take off his T-shirt, and he grabbed it by the back of the neck, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.
The tattoo went from just above his elbow all the way up his arm and across the joint in his shoulder, a curling Māori pattern that, in the semi-darkness, looked like vines snaking up his arm. She traced it with a finger up to his shoulder, continuing to move her fingertips down from his collarbone, across his muscled chest, through the light brown hairs to his nipples, which she brushed lightly.
He raised an eyebrow at her and grasped the bottom of her shirt. “Two can play at that game.”
Her heart pounded, but she raised her arms so he could draw off the shirt and let it drop on top of his own. Lightning flashed, and she inhaled at the dark desire in his eyes as he turned her slightly toward the torchlight, his hands resting on her hips.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky. “Like a black-and-white photo.”
“Thank you.” Her whole body glowed as his gaze caressed her appreciatively. I don’t shower women with compliments, he’d said, but that sounded pretty damn complimentary to her.
He brought a hand up to cup her left breast. Her nipples had softened, but as he stroked his thumb across one, it tightened, sending a frisson of desire through her whole body. He raised his other hand, then, to brush across her right nipple, watching her face as he did so, smiling as she sighed. “Like magic,” he said, cupping her breasts with his palms, squeezing the nipples slightly between thumb and forefinger.
She trembled, tingles running through her, and he sighed and pulled her to him again, kissing her deeply before eventually placing one arm around her waist, one under her butt, and lifting her. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms tight around his neck.
He went into the kitchen so she could pick up the torch and then turned toward the hall. “Bed,” he said, and he walked out of the room.
Chapter Seven
Nate kissed Freya as he carried her along the corridor to his room, savouring the feel of her wrapped around him, her skin warm and damp, smelling of roses in spite of the fact that she’d obviously used his shower gel. He couldn’t believe his luck. He knew he should have turned her down, but, well, that was never going to happen, not when she was so hot and he wanted her so badly.
Just the one night, he told himself. One night can’t hurt. She wanted comfort, gentle reassurance that she was attractive and deserved to be loved in spite of the difficulties going on around her. That he could understand, and he ignored the warning bells that rang in his head as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, making him grow even harder. This was all about sex. It was the twenty-first century—there was nothing wrong with a bit of hot sex when two people were in need.
He nudged the door open with his foot, closed it behind him, still kissing her, and walked to the bed. He left the curtains open, placing the torch on the chest of drawers, turning it to face the wall, casting the room in a very faint light. She lowered her legs, sliding down him until she stood on the ground, and she unpopped the button at the top of his shorts, pulling down the zipper. He pushed them off with his boxers, and she looked down, eyes widening.
“Wow. Nate. Seriously.”
He laughed, feeling a glow at her obvious admiration. “Thank you.”
She closed her hand around him, stroking him gently. “Dear God, after the night I’ve had this is incredible good luck.”
He kissed her, his laugh turning to a groan as she continued to stroke him, the thrust of her tongue in his mouth matching the movement of her hand. Eventually, he caught her wrist and lifted her hand, giving her an exasperated glare. “Enough of that, or we’ll be having dessert before the starter.”
“I like dessert,” she pouted.
He pushed her, and she fell back onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress, giggling. Climbing on, he stretched out beside her, hooking his leg across hers, propping his head on a hand. “Starter first.”
He kissed her, and while he savoured the taste of her, his tongue playing with hers, he began stroking her body. He ran his fingers lightly down her side to her knee, then back up over her hip to her breast, circling a nipple and brushing it innocently before stroking down the other side. He continued to do this with gentle, light strokes, enjoying the silkiness of her skin, slightly damp from the humid night. The thunder continued to roll above them, lightning flashing and illuminating them wrapped around each other, and it was incredibly warm in the room, but luckily no power meant no air conditioning. He wanted her hot, slick with salty sweat, sticking to him when he eventually slid into her.
After a while, he moved his mouth to her breasts and teased her nipples. He loved her nipples, the colour of a sunset, dusky rose. They kept softening in the warmth, going velvety smooth, and he enjoyed sucking them into his mouth and feeling them tighten on his tongue into tiny buttons, which he then teased with his teeth, listening to her sighs with smug satisfaction.
He continued to stroke her body, eventually pushing her legs apart and bringing his fingers to the strip of hair that ran between them. “Nice,” he said, raising his head and watching her. Either side of the hair, her skin was incredibly smooth, making him hard as a rock.
She noticed, and her lips curved. “You like a Brazilian?”
“It’s sexy,” he agreed, sliding his fingers into the strip of hair, and finally further down into her hot centre. She inhaled, and there was just enough light for him to see her cheeks redden as he found her wet and swollen. “Oh yeah.”
“Ah…”
He explored her gently, moving his fingers inside her. He brought them back up to slide through her folds while he watched her face, observing her reaction to his touch.
“Tell me what you like,” he said huskily, kissing her cheek as he stroked her lightly.
“Oh…you appear to know…better than me…what I like.” She closed her eyes as he stroked more firmly. “Oh, yes! There. Oh God yes, right there.”
“Right here?” he teased, slowing his fingers.
“Right…there.” She gave such an erotic sigh that he thought he’d probably found the target, and he continued to stroke her at the same pressure and pace as he lowered his head to her breasts and began to pay them attention again.
It wasn’t long before her breathing grew erratic, and she grasped his wrist, trying to pause his movement.
“What?” He ignored her grip and continued to stroke her.
“Stop. I…I want you inside me.”
“Already?” He chuckled. “We finally get to bed and you only want the one orgasm?”
That made her open her eyes and stare at him.
“Just relax,” he said. “Starter first, remember?” He covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked hard as he stroked her firmly.
“Oh God…” She slid a hand into his hair and tightened her fingers. “Oh that’s so…”
He lifted his head and kissed her. “So?”
She’d lost the power of speech, though, and he watched her tenderly as she came, her hips pushing up, crying out as he slid his fingers inside her to feel her muscles pulse, still pressing on her most sensitive spot with his thumb. He kissed her, capturing her cries, glorifying in her pleasure, in the know
ledge that he’d caused it and made her forget for just a brief while the difficult day she’d had. That was all he was there for, he reminded himself. To ease her pain, and maybe have a bit of fun at the same time.
Afterward, Freya lay there in a kind of daydream, listening to the rain hammer against the window as he stroked her from shoulder to thigh again, waiting for her breathing to slow. She so hadn’t expected this. Thank God she’d been brave enough to tempt him!
She tipped her head to the side to study him, seeing him watching her, smiling. “Thank you,” she said, a little shyly.
“You’re very welcome.” He kissed her again. “Now for the main course.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Yummy. I’m assuming you have condoms somewhere around?”
“Yes, but I feel I should point out they’ll be used for dessert.” He began to kiss down from her neck to her stomach, continuing down slowly until his lips reached her pubic hair.
Oh God. “Ah.” She twisted away from him and sat up. “Where are you going?”
“You want me to draw you a diagram?”
Her cheeks grew warm again. “Absolutely not. And there’s no way I’m letting you do that. I’m hot and sweaty and sticky.”
“Oh jeez.” He closed his eyes momentarily. “Stop talking dirty.” She laughed then, rolling over, trying to squirm away from him, but he was easily too strong for her and flipped her onto her back again, half-lying on her so she couldn’t get away. “Stop wriggling.”
“Nate Taylor, you’re disgusting.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows, but he was too heavy for her to rise any higher.
“Oh yeah. And the sooner you realise how much, the better.” He licked slowly between her breasts. “Why do you think I’m so pleased the air con’s off?”
“You planned this?” she said, horrified at the thought that he found her sweaty body attractive.
He lifted his head to look at her, sliding his hand between her legs again, and he gave her a wicked smile. “Absolutely. I want you slick, hot and salty. First I want to taste you, to make you come with my tongue—” he’d begun to stroke her again, and she sighed, “—and then I want to take you. It’s going to be hard and fast, Aroha, just as you wanted it. And I want you wet and swollen, because we really don’t want any friction when we get going.”
Freya closed her eyes and tipped back her head, shivering, her nipples tightening with desire. “God, Nate…”
He laughed and began to kiss down her body again. “I knew you’d like me talking dirty.”
Her heart pounded as he moved to the bottom of the bed. “Why? I’m a nice girl. You said so yourself.”
“I’m beginning to realise how wrong I was.” He positioned himself between her thighs, spread her legs wide and folded his arms beneath him. “You smell heavenly.”
“Oh jeez.” She flopped back on the bed, face burning, covering her eyes with her arms.
He laughed again, and then before she could steel herself, brushed his tongue right through the heart of her.
He gave a deep, satisfied murmur, and Freya bit her forearm to stop herself from crying out. “Don’t do that,” she heard him say. “Nobody can hear you in here except me, love.”
“That’s kind of what I’m embarrassed about.”
He kissed her thigh. “Don’t be.” He licked her again. “Tell me what turns you on. Let me know with your sighs what you like.” He slid his tongue inside her, and she couldn’t help but give a long moan. “God, yes, that’s it. Scream if you want to.”
Freya was so turned on she could have come on the spot, but she forced herself to take deep breaths, wanting to make it last. It could be some time before she had sex again. She wanted to give herself plenty of memories to last her through the next few months.
With two fingers he pressed either side of her sensitive button, stroking it with his tongue, and then finally grazing it with his teeth so she exhaled with a long moan. “Oh God, where did you learn to do that?” She sighed as he did it again, knowing she was growing wetter and wetter as he continued to arouse her.
“School for Gigolos,” he said in between licks, making her giggle.
“Did you graduate well?”
“Summa Cum Laude.”
She laughed at that, following it with a groan as he slid two fingers into her. “Remind me to donate next year’s wages to that school.”
She felt him chuckle, but he didn’t stop, continuing to stroke his warm tongue through her swollen flesh, licking and sucking her to the dizzy heights of ecstasy. She felt as if she were swimming in the hot pools at Rotorua, she was so relaxed and warm. The air around her was dense with moisture, and the windows had begun to steam up. Her orgasm crept up on her so slowly she was almost able to watch it approach. It began with the growing sensitivity of her skin under his tongue, and she threaded her hand into his hair, clenching her fingers in the dark strands. Obviously sensing her pleasure, he slowed the movement of his tongue, and she arched her back as the climax took her leisurely, white-hot heat spreading out from the centre of her abdomen. Everything tightened gradually, spreading out like ripples from the muscles in her thighs to her stomach. Nate grazed his teeth on her, and the answering short, hard pulses of her internal muscles around his fingers made her cry out, the pleasure turning into almost-pain as he sucked hard. She melted, turning liquid in his hands, and his answering deep, satisfied groans brought tears to her eyes.
Eventually she pushed him away, too sensitive to stand any more pressure, and she lay there as exhausted as if she’d run a marathon. The bed dipped, and she opened an eye to see him leave the room, reappearing within seconds with something in his hand that he threw onto the bed. She looked over—it was a condom.
“Help yourself,” she said. “I’m too knackered to do anything but lie here.”
He laughed, lying beside her, stroking her body gently with his fingers. “We’ll see.”
“Seriously, Nate. I don’t mind. Do whatever you like. I’m in no condition to fend you off. I might doze off though.”
He kissed her. Then he raised his head and looked into her eyes. Lightning from the storm flickered behind his head, illuminating him with white light for a moment, turning his dark eyes silver. “I don’t think you’ll be able to doze through this,” he promised. “This is where I get to make your teeth rattle.”
“Oh.” She’d forgotten about that request. “Um… That’s fine. Just don’t expect me to join in. I think two’s my limit.”
He laughed. “Perhaps we ought to have a bet on that.” He knelt up and reached for the condom, tore off the wrapper, and slid the condom on. Then he leaned over her, looking down with affection and amusement. “Fifty bucks says two’s not your limit, Aroha. And I’m going to enjoy proving it to you.”
Chapter Eight
Freya looked up at him, heart thumping. It had been a while, and she wasn’t exactly used to pleasuring this sort of man. His passion excited her, but it also made her nervous. He expected her to come again, but she’d never had three orgasms in one session, ever. Clearly, he knew his way around the sheets and was probably used to women who got up to all sorts of shenanigans in the bedroom. And she didn’t have any cards up her sleeve, not a single ace. She’d thought lovemaking was about sharing affection and being together. It had always been an emotional experience—on her part, anyway. It had never been this…physical.
Nate looked at her, and his brow furrowed. “Hey.” He bent and kissed her. “Don’t look so worried.”
“Sorry.”
He lay along her, kissing her gently. “What’s the matter?”
“I…” She didn’t know what to say without sounding stupid. “I haven’t done this much,” she admitted eventually, her breath catching in her throat. “I’m a bit nervous.”
He smiled and stroked her cheek. “You seem to be doing all right so far.”
“I haven’t really done much, Nate. You took care of me on your own.”
He kissed her and then rai
sed his head, looking at her seriously. “You want to stop?”
Her answer was immediate and vehement. “Oh God, no!”
He laughed then, rolling off the bed onto his feet, turning to pull her up with him. “In that case, hang on to your hat, sweetheart. Time to show you that you’re not as nice as you think you are.”
Hands on her hips, he turned her around so her back was to the window, pushing her backward until her butt hit the ledge and her skin touched the cool glass. Behind her, rain still hammered on the window, making his body look as if it ran with water. “Here?” she said.
“Here.” He lifted her legs around him so she perched on the ledge. “You look fantastic with the lightning and the rain behind you.”
“You too.” She still couldn’t believe she was doing this. Someone on the street would be able to see her if they looked up! Not that there would be anyone out in this weather. Her heart thundered as he guided his erection so it just pushed into her. Then he paused.
He cupped her cheek. “Are you sure about this, Aroha?”
“Absolutely,” she breathed, touched by his concern, but thinking she wouldn’t be able to stop even if there was an earthquake.
He kissed her, letting his lips hover over hers as he slowly slid into her.
She was so wet, he slid all the way inside easily, right up to the hilt, making her gasp as she adjusted, filled to the brim with him.
“Fuck,” he said vehemently. “You’re so tight…”
She dropped her head back on the glass, sighing. “Oh, that’s amazing.”
He kissed her neck then, touching his tongue to her pulse point, slipping his hand behind her head, threading his fingers through her hair as he tasted her. Slowly, he began to move inside her, short, shallow thrusts that tantalised her sensitive skin and made her groan. With his free hand, he began to play with her nipple, turning the velvet peak hard, rubbing it with his thumb.
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