“My pleasure.”
While one hand cupped her breast, the other slid between her legs and dipped into the heat generated by his tantalizing caresses and sexy words. He touched her with tender confidence, sliding his finger around the sensitive nub until she quaked and groaned.
“Oh, yes. There.”
He knew exactly what turned her on.
With his hands otherwise occupied and his voice out of commission he had no way to convey how he was feeling, but Mia could guess from the wonder that bloomed across his features and the ragged nature of his breathing.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded. Although it pained her to pull his hands from between her legs, she needed his mouth on h
ers.
She turned to face him and his hands slid into her hair, fingers pressing into her scalp as he tilted her head and brought his mouth to hers. She gasped at the joy and welcomed the plunge of his tongue, meeting it with her own. Her toes curled at the shudder that ran through him when her hands smoothed over his back and down his spine.
During their night together on tour, Nate had proved to be very vocal in bed, crooning encouragement and telling her how she tasted and felt. She could tell his need to remain silent was very frustrating, because his hands tracked over her bare skin with feverish longing.
Mia broke off the kiss and pushed him to arm’s length. “Pants off. Now.”
With a snappy salute, Nate made short work of his zipper and sent his trousers sliding down his legs. Mia didn’t wait for him to take care of his boxer briefs. Her fingers were already on the waistband, yanking them down to free him. His breath was ragged as his fingers formed the sign for a curse word, making Mia smile.
“Get ready,” she said. “You haven’t yet begun to swear.”
She dropped to her knees before him and took him into her mouth before he had a chance to realize what she intended. She closed her eyes to savor the warm, smooth skin stretched over his rigid erection. His hips jerked as she rolled her tongue around him and smiled as his fingers bit down on her shoulder. It must be killing him to remain silent. As much as she didn’t want to cause damage to his voice, she knew the fight to stay quiet would only enhance the tension building in him.
He double tapped her shoulder, indicating he wanted her attention. She lifted her gaze and met his eyes, letting him see how much she enjoyed what she was doing to him.
“You’re killing me.”
In answer, she took him deeper, using her hand at the base of his erection to provide sensation along the full length of his shaft. She thought about all the things they hadn’t done that first night, and not getting to do this for him had been her biggest regret.
The tension in his body built as she worked her mouth on him, but even as his pleasure soared, he broke free and pulled her to her feet. For a long moment he held her cradled against his chest, her ear atop his pounding heart. When he seemed to get himself back under control, he pushed her to arm’s length and signed, “When I come it will be inside you.”
She shivered and took his hand, walking backward toward the bed. Nate reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He brushed her hands aside when she tried to help him. With him otherwise occupied, she let her fingers drift over the taut muscles of his shoulder and biceps.
Once he finished putting on the protection, he turned to her and pointed to the bed. “Up you go. I’m going to make love to you now.”
“That sounds about perfect.”
She shifted onto the middle of the mattress and he stalked right after her, his hot gaze raking over her.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingertips grazed her breast, circling the puckered tip.
“So are you.” The words were barely a whisper as he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard.
She gasped, the sound escaping her like a half cry as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. She skidded her fingers along his cheeks and down his shoulders to his back. Muscles bunched and loosened beneath her touch as she investigated each rib and bump in his spine. How often had she watched him move around the stage, his long lithe body filled with such energy and emotion, and wondered what it would be like to be up against his rock-hard abs, a heartbreak away from those mobile, smiling lips?
And then she had been. After one of the shows, Nate had drawn her into a dressing room and kissed her. It was like being embraced by a power line. All the hyped up energy he’d received from performing had translated into a passionate kiss. It had been crazy magic.
He grabbed her hand and now pulled it to his mouth. His eyes captured hers as if asking for permission. Her voice was gone so she nodded.
“I want all of you. Right now. As deep and hard as you want it. Fast or slow,” she finally said.
Nate closed his eyes and set his forehead against hers. He gave her the sweetest kiss on the corner of her mouth. “I don’t deserve you.”
You deserve so much better than me. She didn’t dare speak the words for fear it would ruin the moment. Instead, she framed his face with her hands and brought his lips to hers. They kissed and passion overwhelmed them once more. He shifted to lie between her spread legs. Once again his fingers drifted between her folds and found her wet and aching. A shudder raged through him as he slid a finger inside her, making her moan. Mia’s hips lifted off the bed.
She grabbed his wrist, intent on doing...something to satisfy the tension building inside her. Her gaze flicked to his face and she found him watching what he was doing to her. Her heart tripped and stopped at the level of joy mingling with lust in his expression. And then she was over the edge, her hips bucking as she rode the release Nate had brought to her body.