by V.K. Sykes
Nate breathed a sigh of relief as he reached under her skirt with both hands. Her curvy body felt like heaven as he shaped her ass with his fingers and eased her pelvis flush against his raging hard-on. Holly, finally starting to relax, sank into him, giving a little whimper of pleasure.
When she’d pulled away from him earlier, Nate had thought his brain would explode. He wasn’t used to a woman going all Arctic on him while his hands were roaming over her. But when she’d revealed her surprising insecurities, he couldn’t help but be touched.
And, as hard as it was to believe, her relative innocence turned him on even more. But he didn’t want to spook her—there really was something intensely vulnerable underneath all that tall, glorious womanhood—so he forced himself to slow down and tread carefully.
Breaking the hot, slow kiss, Nate slipped her dress all the way down and dropped it on the chair, then shrugged off his jacket. He paused a moment to drink her in. Tall and lean, but still full and soft in all the right places, she looked like a fucking goddess. She smiled shyly as she pushed her thick auburn hair back from her shoulders. The movement made her breasts lift and strain against the lace of her bra, and his mouth salivated.
Then she reached over and, with fingers that trembled a bit, started to unbutton his shirt. He slid his hands behind her back to free the clasp of the white bra. Its hooks released and it fell to the floor. Her round, creamy breasts, the nipples jutting rosy and hard, spilled free.
Breathing an inaudible curse, he cupped one in each hand. She might have the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Just touching them made him hard enough to pound nails. He ached to bend her over the arm of the couch and slide inside her that very second, reaching around from behind to play with those fabulous globes as he fucked her to a fast and wild orgasm. But he’d promised that this night was about her, and he would keep that promise if it damn near killed him.
“Hold onto my neck,” he said, his voice a rasp as she complied and he lifted her into his arms. “Where’s the bedroom?”
She blinked, surprise rounding her luscious mouth into an O, then pointed straight down the hall to the stairs.
As he carried her to the bedroom, he lowered his head to nip hungrily and lick at the swell of her breasts. Holly moaned softly as he sucked hard on one of her nipples, savoring the rigid yet silky feel of it in his mouth. It took all his self-control not to push her up against the wall and take her right then and there.
That was a fantasy he could get into.
Later.
“Oh, my Lord,” she breathed as he continued to suck. Her slender fingers wove gently through his hair, brushing across the nape of his neck.
He eased her through the door and set her down across the duvet-covered bed. Her bedroom was a feminine oasis, all soft colors and textures. He swept the mass of embroidered cushions on top of the duvet out of the way, scattering them onto the floor. Whipping his shirt off, he bent to finish the intensely pleasurable task of undressing her.
And, damn, didn’t she look fine in her sexy lace garter belt, and in those silk stockings gracing her long, long legs. He hooked his fingers under the waist of the garter belt and simply drew the whole thing—stockings and all—down her smooth skin, letting his fingers trail along the inside of her thighs and knees. She bit her lip and lifted her butt to help him, clearly as turned on as he was.
Now all that remained were her white cotton panties, and they looked so simple and sweet that Nate decided to leave them be for the moment. He stepped back to enjoy the view of pale, freckle-dusted skin, killer legs, and long satiny hair draped over plump breasts and stiff pink nipples.
And her face—the eyes closed now, but her features were beautiful and fine-boned. Her expression held more than a hint of the vulnerability he’d seen in the living room, and her mouth trembled. That tugged at something inside him, something damn close to his heart. It made what they were about to do way more than your average hot fuck, and he didn’t mind that at all.
Holly turned her head to the side, her cheek pressed against the duvet as her breath came in little pants. But after a few moments, when she no longer felt his touch, her eyelids fluttered open. He waited patiently while her big hazel eyes, more green than brown, finally focused on him, standing there naked from the waist up. Then he grinned.
“Now, for your viewing pleasure, Madame,” he said in a deliberately seductive voice as he took a bow.
