He narrows his eyes on me, knowing I’m teasing him. “What’s with the water?”
“I’m not drinking anymore,” I tell him, taking another sip.
He studies me for a moment before understanding dawns in his eyes. “What did you do?”
“I sort of dropped a bomb that wasn’t supposed to be dropped.”
“What bomb?” he questions as curious as ever.
I look across the dance floor to where Brooke and Maxen are still arguing with the people around them giving them a wide birth. “I let slip that Brooke had a pregnancy scare right after they broke up.”
“What?” he grunts with wide eyes. “You never told me that.”
“It wasn’t your business to know,” I defend, “and besides, we had already broken up at that point. You didn’t have the right to know my juicy gossip.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in. “What about now?”
I shake my head. “I told you,” I giggle. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“Babe,” he groans, taking my hand and leading me to a corner where it’s not so crowded and loud. “I’ve never had to work for a girl before. They come to me.”
“And?” I question.
“And… I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Where do I even start? How do those regular douchebags do it?”
I gasp in mock horror. “You mean to tell me Nate Ryder has never picked up a girl without having to work for it?”
“Depends,” he grins. “Does winking and pointing count?”
My mouth drops open. “You’re such a manwhore. You can’t tell me that shit actually worked?”
“Look at me, babe,” he says, gesturing down his rock-hard body. “Of course, it worked.”
He grins down at me and I can’t help but melt into him as I push up onto my tippy toes and crush my lips to his. He kisses me deeply as his hands roam over my body and completely take possession of me. “Alright,” he says, finding my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to have you.”
With that, he leads me in through the back door, through the kitchen, and up the stairs. We pass my old room and a second later, he’s locking the door before we go crashing down onto his bed.
A savage need pulses through me. I need him now and I need him fast.
I reach for his shirt and he helps me to rip it up over his head. Usually, he’d want to take his time and have the moment last all night, but not now. He needs me just as bad as I need him and the way our bodies come crashing together is almost animalistic.
He moves off the bed to remove his jeans and I sit up on the bed to stay as close to his body as possible. He reaches for me and not a second later, he rips my jeans down my legs as I pull my shirt up over my head, leaving me sitting before him in nothing but a black bra and matching panties.
I fall back onto the bed and crawl up it to make room for him, making sure to give him a show in the process. I watch him over my shoulder as he stands back and appreciates what I’m putting down. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says as his eyes flame with intense desire.
“What are you waiting for?”
He doesn’t need much more than that.
His hand slaps down on my ass before he grabs my hips and pulls me back into him. I push up onto my knees and press myself against his chest as his hands slide around my waist. My eyes roll back as his hands start moving down my body.
He cups me between my legs and I grind into him needing more, but apparently so does he as he takes the fabric of my lace panties and literally tears them from my body.
I gasp in… I don’t know what. Desire? Pleasure? Shock? All I know is that it was animalistic and was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll be damned if I stop now.
Half an hour later, we come crashing down onto the bed an absolute mess of limbs. “Holy shit,” I gasp as I try my hardest to steady my heart rate. “You’ve been holding back on me.”
“Me?” he grunts. “What about you?”
“I was just going with the flow.”
“Trust me, babe,” he grins, reaching over and grabbing a handful of my ass. “That thing you did with your tongue was not going with the flow.”
I can’t help but laugh as I roll into his chest and drape my arm over him. I listen to the steady beat of his heart, though, I don’t know how his isn’t racing as fast as mine, but that could very much have something to do with the fact that I hardly ever work out when this guy is down in his home gym every day.