“You look perfect to me.”
“Aww.” I couldn’t help the smile I gave him.
The apartment building was just as neglected as I remembered and I didn’t blame Nate for wanting to move somewhere nicer. Although maybe he should keep the couch after all, and just re-cover it.
He took my hand once again and led me to the door, not even letting me go to unlock it. Once the door closed behind us, I found myself pinned to the wall beside it and Nate’s mouth was on mine. He tasted like the lemonade I’d fixed him earlier, but his mouth was warm and his tongue hot as it pushed past my lips to explore mine. My hands immediately found his thick hair and gripped the back of his neck. I melted into the kiss. Then my hands decided to do a little wandering as his lips left mine and traced a path down my jaw to my neck. On their journey, my hands found their way beneath his t-shirt and began exploring the planes of his abs and back. He smelled faintly of sweat and some kind of spicy shampoo or aftershave, and I was turned the hell on.
“Sorry,” he murmured into my neck as his hands rounded my ass. “I’d really intended to take you out and make this romantic but that’s gonna have to wait till next time. I need you to get naked right now.” Well okay, I guess this was really happening. Holy crap!
Patience was obviously not one of his virtues because he had my shirt pulled over my head in a heartbeat and his hands moved quickly to the button on my shorts. I was feeling both overheated and a bit self-conscious at the same time. Why was it so bright in here? Would he like what he saw once I lost all my clothes? Wait, why was I the only one getting naked? Again!
“Quid pro quo.” My voice was breathy as I stilled his hands and motioned for him to lose his shirt. I also may have helped a little, letting my hands take their time on the upward journey over his stomach and chest. Lord, was he built. “How do you look like this?” I blurted out.
He laughed. “Look like what?”
“All muscle-ey and bumpy and stuff.” Brilliant, Laney. You should write a book.
He laughed again. “Well, I run every morning, and construction work isn’t exactly sedentary. I also hit the gym a couple times a week.” He shrugged. He shrugged. If I exerted that much energy I would be dead within a week.
His hands grazed over my taught nipples still encased in my sensible white bra—I really needed to take Fiona up on her offer to sex up my lingerie. “Now, can we get back to the fun stuff?” Nate asked, dropping his hands down to my shorts again.
“Yes, please.”
After that we couldn’t get undressed fast enough, and although the couch was comfy and all, that was definitely not where the deed would be done if I had anything to say about it. As our clothes were coming off I subtly aimed him toward the bedroom. We fell onto the bed, me in just my panties and him in black boxer briefs, the rest of our clothes littering a trail from the front door. I had to take a moment to lift myself up a bit and admire the view. He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined—the perfect proportion of leanness and muscle. I took in his wide shoulders, sculpted chest and abs, muscled thighs, and just the right amount of hair covering his chest and leading a trail down to the hardness that waited under his boxer briefs. It seemed while I was conducting my perusal he was doing some investigating of his own and, if the heat in his eyes was anything to go by, he liked what he saw. That gave me just the boost of confidence I needed to go up on my knees and shimmy my panties down from my hips. I didn’t get far, though, before he flipped me onto my back and settled himself between my thighs, only the thin material of his briefs separating our heat.
“I’m gonna spend a while here if you don’t mind,” he said before tracing one of my nipples with his tongue. “Go about your business and I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
I tried to laugh but it came out as a gasp instead as his teeth nipped at my peak. He let out a little growl and continued to worship first one breast and then the other. My hands roamed his shoulders and hair, and my breath was coming out in pants after a few minutes—I needed him to do something, anything, just more. “Nate,” I pleaded.
His tongue began a path from my aching breasts to other aching parts farther south. “I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I’ve been dreaming of this for what feels like forever.” He groaned as he parted my lower lips and swiped his tongue upward, ending at my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
I may or may not have had a stroke at that moment. I was no longer in control of my faculties as I started making sounds no human should ever make. Nate Murphy was one seriously talented man. Once his fingers joined his tongue, I was arching and keening and holding his head in place as if the fate of the world depended on him continuing to give me head like it was his fucking job. After what seemed like only seconds, I came in a rush of ecstasy and delirium, and I’m pretty sure Fiona could hear my cries from my house and was raising an ice cream spoon in tribute.
Nate lifted his head and looked only slightly less satisfied than I imagine I did.
“Oh my … I mean … oh my … that was … oh my.” Yep, I was a poet.
He smiled at my orgasm induced dopey-ness and wiped his mouth on the sheet. “I’ll be right back—gotta get a condom.” And he walked his fine ass to the attached bathroom.
I did some internal cheering and dancing (in which I was very graceful) and rolled over onto my stomach to wait for his return. I whipped my head around when I felt a sharp pain on my left butt-cheek.
“Ow! Did you just bite my ass?”
He looked way too smug. “Yes I did. And I plan to do it again.”
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you?” I laughed and rubbed my sore ass.
“You’ve obviously never seen your ass.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Speaking of, you’d better lose those shorts or I’m ripping them off your ass.”
“Oooh, aggressive. I like it,” he teased.
And then I lost patience and kind of lunged for his junk. I’m not really clear on how it went exactly, but the important part was he got naked.
Chapter Seventeen
Life Is Good Here in the Batcave
NATE
I think Laney may have actually torn my boxer briefs as she yanked them off me. I had evidently awakened some inner vixen in her. Not that I was complaining. Or thinking. At all. She had my cock in her hand and was stroking me with perfect pressure and rhythm from base to tip, circling the head before moving back down. It was so good, I was worried things would be over before they began.
“Baby, let up a bit. That feels way too good.” I stood at the side of the bed while she lay on her stomach, her ass arched up in the air and her hands all over me. I couldn’t get enough of the view. Or her taste. I could have gone down on her for hours with her silky thighs cradling my head, but I was way too anxious to get inside her. She was all soft skin and lush curves.
I pulled her hands from me. “Turn over and scoot up the bed.” I tore the condom wrapper with my teeth and tossed it over my shoulder. I then rolled the condom on and settled between her thighs, covering her lips with mine. I knew her taste was still on my lips and the idea that she could taste herself made me that much harder. “Is this okay?” I wanted to make sure since the last time we’d been here she had backed off.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I began to press slowly into her wetness. “Nate,” she murmured, her eyes closing. “You won’t hurt me. You don’t need to be careful.”
That was all I needed to hear before instinct took over and I thrust all the way inside her. She was hot, wet, and fucking tight. I groaned as I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in. Her returning groan told me she was feeling the same ecstasy I was. She started moaning and meeting my thrusts, and then her legs wrapped around my waist and I was done for. I thrust away like my life depended on it, our skin slapping together and our sweat mingling on our bodies. I brought my mouth back to hers in a frantic kiss.
She cried out her release against my mouth and I followed her a moment later. I couldn’t comprehend this experience—it was like no other I’d ever had. I wanted to hold her and fuck her and keep her in my bed for an eternity. In essence, I was screwed.
“So, is Laney short for something or is that your real name?” I asked her a little while later. We were lounging on my bed, wrapped up in the sheets.
“Oh God,” she replied. “I’ll tell you but only if you promise not to ever use it.”
I crossed my heart.
She flopped onto her back, her head resting on my pillow and her nipples almost revealed by the shifting sheet. “It’s short for Elaine. I think my parents were obsessed with Seinfeld. There were even some hints dropped that I may have been conceived during an episode, but my brain refuses to go there. Anyway, it’s just always been ‘Laney’ and I am more than fine with that.”
“I think ‘Elaine’ is pretty.”
She rose back up onto an elbow and gave me a skeptical look.
“But you’re definitely a ‘Laney,’” I reassured, not being a complete rookie.
That seemed to satisfy her. “What about you? I know your full name and I’ve met your family, but tell me more.”
“Well, let’s see. You know I’ve always been into building things—and you know I can’t wait to get back to it, of course. Oh, speaking of which, did I tell you my dad started visiting the office for a few hours this week?”
“No. That’s great!”
“Yeah, my mom is not too keen on the idea, but she knows he needs to get out a bit or he’ll suffocate. Oh, and she wanted me to tell you he’s been fiddling around with the fishing gear you brought by. And he may ask to take Rocco fishing sometime soon.”
Laney looked like I’d just presented her with a litter of newborn kittens. “Oh my God—that is so sweet. I’ll have to run it by him first—he can be shy and a little hard to read, but they seemed to get along great at your parents’ house so I bet he’ll be excited. We may have to go along, though, just to warn you.”