A muted gasp fell from her lips as she gripped the back of my shoulders.
I’d played for tens of thousands of people over the years. Women have screamed for me, shoved hotel keys in my hand, grabbed me in extremely intimate ways. It never impressed me, or filled me with any real feelings at all.
But one soft gasp from Trisha, one tiny whimper… I felt like a god. All-powerful. So masculine that my blood felt like molten iron. Something else felt harder than steel, and I couldn’t stop it from pressing hard against her hip.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly, clearly rocking against me. “Be naked with me.”
“I love when you order me around,” I whispered. Kissing along her cleavage, her bare skin was driving me crazy. I needed to swallow every inch of her. I needed to make love with her. To watch her beautiful eyes as I drove myself inside her.
My tongue circled her nipple until she twitched under me, digging her fingertips into the back of my shoulders.
“Why are you not naked?” she pouted. I slid up to pull her bottom lip between my teeth. She giggled, freeing her lip, then kissing me hard. “Please,” she moaned. “Naked.”
Her hand slid down my chest to blindly grasp at my belt, tugging roughly.
“I’ll make you a deal, precious. I’ll take my clothes off, if you promise to tell me when to stop, okay?”
Trisha’s lovely eyes met mine. I couldn’t read her expression at all. I loved that this sexy side of her was a total mystery to me. Holding my face in her hands, she gave me one kiss, then whispered, “No stopping.”
My jeans were painfully tight, and I already felt overheated. It was finally the night to claim the love of my life.
Chapter Seventeen ~ Trisha
* Inevitable *
This was inevitable. It had been meant to be for years. My pulse was so quick and harsh I felt like I should be dizzy.
Nate leaned back and pulled off his tight t-shirt. I had to bite my lip so that I didn't whimper. He was so handsome, so perfectly chiseled that he didn't quite seem real.
That strange otherworldly quality that showed up so well on stage seemed a bit excessive when he was alone with me, but then he flashed that sweet little grin that I've always known was just mine. My body was drawn to his in a way that made every nervous thought disappear.
His hand slipped down my stomach and into my panties, his long fingers exploring slowly, tickling lightly along every fold. Grabbing his biceps, I pulled his lips to mine as his finger slid deeper. "Fuck, baby, I love that you're so wet for me," he groaned.
Sliding my hands across his chest, I explored every dip and ridge along his drum-tight abdomen. I loved that he didn’t understand how ridiculously gorgeous he was.
He pulled back, his eyes seeming to scour my body. His gaze felt so hot sliding across my lips, my breasts, my delicate pink flesh where his finger was stroking so deep.
My back arched, my body trying to pull him deeper, as heat flared in his eyes. Leaning back in, Nate's breath feathered along my sensitive breasts, kissing and sucking my nipples until I was practically writhing and whining under him.
"I love the way you touch me," I whispered.
His hot mouth sucked harder around my nipple. Reaching lower, I tried to unfasten his belt, but the angle was too awkward and my hands were trembling. Rolling onto his side, he yanked off his belt and jeans, pushing those off along with his shorts so that he was finally lying naked beside me.
Good grief, I almost wanted to take photos of how perfect he looked.
Pulling me tight against him, he kissed me gently as his finger slipped inside me again. It felt like it belonged there, and my hips began to move against him.
Taking a slow breath, I slid my hand from his hip to grasp his dick carefully. It was long, thick, and a bit bigger than I had expected. Skimming my hand from the bottom to the top slowly, I created a tunnel with my fingers circling his skin, stroking up and down.
"Baby, that feels so good," he murmured. The lust and awe in his voice told me that I was doing it right. Yet everything felt so right with him.
He dipped his thumb into my wetness, then began circling my clit with it, still thrusting his finger slow and deep. My entire body felt like one nerve, overheated, swelling as if to burst.
"Nate," I choked, "Yes…"
His eyes seemed darker, his shaft swelling in my hand until it felt like the skin was too tight across its surface. The bliss he was creating straight through me became too much, as I started to tremble from head to toe.
Nate's eyes absolutely blazed. "That's it, baby. Let go."