Our Way

Nathan stops and takes me into his arms. He bends and kisses me softly. “Me, too.”

We stand cheek to cheek as the ocean breeze washes over us. He kisses me again and then takes my face in his hands. “You ready to go home?”

I stare up at him. “I am.”

His lips take mine again and I melt into his arms. This feels so right.

He takes my hand and begins to walk with a sudden urgency toward the hotel.

“What’s the rush?” I ask.

“I’m being a gentleman,” he replies, distracted as he pulls me along.

“Huh?” I frown. “Gentlemen rush?”

“They do.” He continues to walk. “They make sure they get their dates home safe and sound.”

“And what do gentlemen do with their dates when they get them home?”

He turns and takes me in his arms aggressively, nearly knocking me off my feet. “Bad things.” He bites my neck, and I laugh out loud in surprise.

Well, I guess I did ask for a bad man to teach me bad things.

I never guessed it would be my Nathan.

He pulls me along so hard that my arm nearly comes out the socket. Ten minutes later, we are in our apartment, and Nathan is dragging me into the bedroom.

He’s been patient and gentle with me up until this point, but I get the feeling that his control has slipped. He’s on autopilot now.

He turns me away from him and slowly slides down the zipper on my dress. My heart beats hard.

He kisses my neck as he slides my dress down over my hips. His lips linger over mine, and then as if remembering what he was doing, he spins me back toward him and holds me still. I’m in a black, lacy bra and matching G-string.

Nathan hasn’t seen me in anything like this before—not in this context, anyway. His eyes drop down my body, and when they rise to my face, his eyes are blazing with desire.

I stand still, unable to move. The heat of his gaze is burning my skin as his eyes roam all over me.

He’s so hot like this.

He sits on the bed and lifts one of my legs onto the bed beside him. He pulls my panties to the side and kisses me there.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Eliza?” he whispers.

Hearing him say my name, watching him kiss me there… it all makes goosebumps scatter up my spine.

He reaches up and takes off my bra, and his eyes darken as he sees my hardened nipples. He cups my breast in his hand as his lips take mine.

His tongue slides effortlessly through my mouth as if he’s done this a million times before—as if he was meant to do it all along.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard. My knees nearly buckle from underneath me. The emotion in his kiss tears my heart wide open. I whimper softly, overwhelmed by the tenderness between us.

He stands and slides my panties down my legs, and then twirls them on his finger as he circles me—his eyes drinking me in.

I stand still, waiting his next command. I’ve never seen him like this. I always knew that my Nathan was bossy, but his sexual dominance is next level.

He scrunches my panties in his fist and lifts them to inhale deeply, and my eyes widen. “You smell good.”

Oh, hell….