Holy hotness. I think I had a mini-orgasm just from hearing him say it.
Taking his hands off me, he steps back.
“Strip for me, Alice.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Now.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I look around nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this here.”
“Then let me be your first.”
My breath catches as I nod because I don’t want him to just be my first. I want him to be my last. The heat in his gaze is so powerful it melts away all my questions and insecurities. Nate kisses my shoulder, then slowly inches toward my neck. He stops time and again along the way, breathing in deeply, occasionally teasing me with a dip of his tongue.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he whispers against my skin, the shot of hot breath turning my knees to rubber. “I want to worship you, lick every inch of your skin, commit every part of you to memory.”
I’d be completely on board with his plan if I didn’t have years of pent-up desire threatening to spill out. But when Nate snaps his head up, his gaze holds more than heat. There is so much tenderness in his beautiful green eyes that my chest fills with warmth. The warmth travels all over my body, making my toes curl.
With one swift move, he undoes the zipper of my dress. Strapless, the fabric falls to the ground within seconds. His gaze rakes over me, hunger flashing on his features as he zeroes in on my panties. Feeling bold, I push them down to my ankles, stepping out of them as seductively as I can. Next I unclasp my bra, which lands with a soft thump at my feet.
“You’re beautiful.”
His voice is a low baritone, rich like caramel, and it turns me on to no end. Lifting his hand to my face, he traces the hinge of my jaw with the back of his fingers before resting his hand at the side of my neck right about where my hairline begins.
After undoing the button of his
jeans, I push the zipper down. Licking my lips, I lower my hands in his boxers and hot damn. To say the man is well endowed would be an understatement. Judging by the way his mouth curls into a smirk, he’s well aware of this. Wrapping my hand around his impressive erection, I move up and down in a rhythmic stroke. He slowly comes undone, his Adam’s apple dipping low as he swallows hard. When I drag my thumb over his tip, he rewards me by rasping out my name on a low, almost primal groan.
“Alice!”
Desire roars inside of me, singeing the tips of my breasts like a lightning bolt. Greedy to touch more of him, I undo the buttons of his shirt with my free hand, kissing every inch of skin I reveal. God, the taste of him is pure bliss, and his grunts of pleasure are music to my ears. When I undo the button just below his navel, Nate abruptly says, “Stop.”
Pulling back both hands, I straighten up, looking at him questioningly. He tilts his head to one side, sizing me up and down.
“What are you doing?” Suddenly, a prickle of shyness gnaws at me. I’ve never paraded buck naked in my kitchen.
“Trying to decide which part of you to worship first.”
Without warning, Nate loops an arm around my waist, lifting me onto the counter.
“Oh!” Damn, I wasn’t expecting it to be so cold.
Nate pulls his brows together. “Everything okay?”
“Yep. Counter is a little cold.”
The corners of his lips twitch. Stepping between my legs, he lifts them, placing my feet on the counter. I momentarily lose my balance, falling back on my elbows.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm up your nice little ass right away.”
A white-hot current races through me at his words, and I’m soaked between my legs as he leans lightly over me.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he murmurs. “Every part of you is.”
He circles the edge of one of my nipples with his thumb, lowering his head and suckling on the other. My head falls back as I enjoy the sinful sensations he spurs inside me. The heat intensifies, the ache between my thighs becoming almost unbearable.
A loud moan escapes my lips when he lowers one hand, dragging his fingers along the edge of my opening in one swift move. I spread my legs farther apart to give him better access, wanting to take anything and everything this man has to offer. His mouth moves to my other nipple while he presses his thumb on my bundle of nerves.